Hymn To The Naiads Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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ARGUMENT	A
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The Nymphs who preside over springs and rivulets are addressed at day break in honor of their several functions and of the relations which they bear to the natural and to the moral world Their origin is deduced from the first allegorical deities or powers of nature according to the doctrine of the old mythological poets concerning the generation of the gods and the rise of things They are then successively considered as giving motion to the air and exciting summer breezes as nourishing and beautifying the vegetable creation as contributing to the fullness of navigable rivers and consequently to the maintenance of commerce and by that means to the maritime part of military power Next is represented their favourable influence upon health when assisted by rural exercise which introduces their connection with the art of physic and the happy effects of mineral medicinal springs Lastly they are celebrated for the friendship which the Muses bear them and for the true inspiration which temperance only can receive in opposition to the enthusiasm of the more licentious poets	B
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O'er yonder eastern hill the twilight pale	C
Walks forth from darkness and the God of day	D
With bright Astraea seated by his side	E
Waits yet to leave the ocean Tarry Nymphs	F
Ye Nymphs ye blue ey'd progeny of Thames	G
Who now the mazes of this rugged heath	H
Trace with your fleeting steps who all night long	I
Repeat amid the cool and tranquil air	J
Your lonely murmurs tarry and receive	K
My offer'd lay To pay you homage due	L
I leave the gates of sleep nor shall my lyre	M
Too far into the splendid hours of morn	N
Ingage your audience my observant hand	O
Shall close the strain ere any sultry beam	P
Approach you To your subterranean haunts	Q
Ye then may timely steal to pace with care	J
The humid sands to loosen from the soil	R
The bubbling sources to direct the rills	Q
To meet in wider channels or beneath	H
Some grotto's dripping arch at height of noon	S
To slumber shelter'd from the burning heaven	T
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Where shall my song begin ye Nymphs or end	U
Wide is your praise and copious First of things	Q
First of the lonely powers ere Time arose	Q
Were Love and Chaos Love the sire of Fate	V
Elder than Chaos Born of Fate was Time	W
Who many sons and many comely births	Q
Devour'd relentless father 'till the child	X
Of Rhea drove him from the upper sky	Y
And quell'd his deadly might Then social reign'd	Z
The kindred powers Tethys and reverend Ops	Q
And spotless Vesta while supreme of sway	D
Remain'd the cloud compeller From the couch	A2
Of Tethys sprang the sedgy crowned race	Q
Who from a thousand urns o'er every clime	W
Send tribute to their parent and from them	W
Are ye o Naiads Arethusa fair	J
And tuneful Aganippe that sweet name	W
Bandusia that soft family which dwelt	B2
With Syrian Daphne and the honour'd tribes	Q
Belov'd of Paeon Listen to my strain	C2
Daughters of Tethys listen to your praise	Q
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You Nymphs the winged offspring which of old	D2
Aurora to divine Astraeus bore	E2
Owns and your aid beseecheth When the might	F2
Of Hyper on from his noontide throne	G2
Unbends their languid pinions aid from you	L
They ask Favonius and the mild South west	H2
From you relief implore Your sallying streams	Q
Fresh vigour to their weary wings impart	I2
Again they fly disporting from the mead	J2
Half ripen'd and the tender blades of corn	N
To sweep the noxious mildew or dispel	K2
Contagious steams which oft the parched earth	L2
Breathes on her fainting sons From noon to eve	K
Along the river and the paved brook	M2
Ascend the cheerful breezes hail'd of bards	Q
Who fast by learned Cam the olian lyre	M
Sollicit nor unwelcome to the youth	N2
Who on the heights of Tibur all inclin'd	O2
O'er rushing Anio with a pious hand	O
The reverend scene delineates broken fanes	Q
Or tombs or pillar'd aqueducts the pomp	P2
Of ancient Time and haply while he scans	Q
The ruins with a silent tear revolves	Q
The fame and fortune of imperious Rome	W
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You too o Nymphs and your unenvious aid	Q2
The rural powers confess and still prepare	J
For you their choicest treasures Pan commands	Q
Oft as the Delian king with Sirius holds	Q
The central heavens the father of the grove	R2
Commands his Dryads over your abodes	Q
To spread their deepest umbrage well the god	S2
Remembereth how indulgent ye supplied	E
Your genial dews to nurse them in their prime	W
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Pales the pasture's queen where'er ye stray	D
Pursues your steps delighted and the path	T2
With living verdure clothes Around your haunts	Q
The laughing Chloris with profusest hand	O
Throws wide her blooms her odors Still with you	L
Pomona seeks to dwell and o'er the lawns	Q
And o'er the vale of Richmond where with Thames	Q
Ye love to wander Amalthea pours	Q
Well pleas'd the wealth of that Ammonian horn	N
Her dower unmindful of the fragrant isles	Q
Nysaean or Atlantic Nor can'st thou	U2
Albeit oft ungrateful thou dost mock	V2
The beverage of the sober Naiad's urn	W2
O Bromius o Lenaean nor can'st thou	U2
Disown the powers whose bounty ill repaid	Q2
With nectar feeds thy tendrils Yet from me	W
Yet blameless Nymphs from my delighted lyre	M
Accept the rites your bounty well may claim	W
Nor heed the scoffings of the Edonian band	O
For better praise awaits you Thames your sire	X2
As down the verdant slope your duteous rills	Q
Descend the tribute stately Thames receives	Q
Delighted and your piety applauds	Q
And bids his copious tide roll on secure	Y2
For faithful are his daughters and with words	Q
Auspicious gratulates the bark which now	U2
His banks forsaking her adventurous wings	Q
Yields to the breeze with Albion's happy gifts	Q
Extremest isles to bless And oft at morn	N
When Hermes from Olympus bent o'er earth	L2
To bear the words of Jove on yonder hill	Z2
Stoops lightly sailing oft intent your springs	Q
He views and waving o'er some new born stream	W
His blest pacific wand And yet he cries	Q
Yet cries the son of Maia though recluse	Q
And silent be your stores from you fair Nymphs	Q
Flows wealth and kind society to men	A3
By you my function and my honor'd name	W
Do I possess while o'er the Boetic vale	C
Or through the towers of Memphis or the palms	Q
By sacred Ganges water'd I conduct	B3
The English merchant with the buxom fleece	Q
Of fertile Ariconium while I clothe	C3
Sarmatian kings or to the household gods	Q
Of Syria from the bleak Cornubian shore	E2
Dispense the mineral treasure which of old	D2
Sidonian pilots sought when this fair land	O
Was yet unconscious of those generous arts	Q
Which wise Phoenicia from their native clime	W
Transplanted to a more indulgent heaven	T
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Such are the words of Hermes such the praise	Q
O Naiads which from tongues coelestial waits	Q
Your bounteous deeds From bounty issueth power	X2
And those who sedulous in prudent works	Q
Relieve the wants of nature Jove repays	Q
With noble wealth and his own seat on earth	L2
Fit judgements to pronounce and curb the might	F2
Of wicked men Your kind unfailing urns	Q
Not vainly to the hospitable arts	Q
Of Hermes yield their store For o ye Nymphs	Q
Hath he not won the unconquerable queen	D3
Of arms to court your friendship You she owns	Q
The fair associates who extend her sway	D
Wide o'er the mighty deep and grateful things	Q
Of you she uttereth oft as from the shore	E2
Of Thames or Medway's vale or the green banks	Q
Of Vecta she her thundering navy leads	Q
To Calpe's foaming channel or the rough	E3
Cantabrian surge her auspices divine	F3
Imparting to the senate and the prince	Q
Of Albion to dismay barbaric kings	Q
The Iberian or the Celt The pride of kings	Q
Was ever scorn'd by Pallas and of old	D2
Rejoic'd the virgin from the brazen prow	U2
Of Athens o'er gina's gloomy surge	G3
To drive her clouds and storms o'erwhelming all	H3
The Persian's promis'd glory when the realms	Q
Of Indus and the soft Ionian clime	W
When Libya's torrid champain and the rocks	Q
Of cold Ima s join'd their servile bands	Q
To sweep the sons of liberty from earth	L2
In vain Minerva on the bounding prow	U2
Of Athens stood and with the thunder's voice	Q
Denounc'd her terrors on their impious heads	Q
And shook her burning aegis Xerxes saw	Q
From Heracl um on the mountain's height	F2
Thron'd in his golden car he knew the sign	F3
Coelestial felt unrighteous hope forsake	I3
His faultering heart and turn'd his face with shame	W
Hail ye who share the stern Minerva's power	X2
Who arm the hand of liberty for war	E2
And give to the renown'd Britannic name	W
To awe contending monarchs yet benign	F3
Yet mild of nature to the works of peace	Q
More prone and lenient of the many ills	Q
Which wait on human life Your gentle aid	Q2
Hygeia well can witness she who saves	Q
From poisonous cates and cups of pleasing bane	C2
The wretch devoted to the intangling snares	Q
Of Bacchus and of Comus Him she leads	Q
To Cynthia's lonely haunts To spread the toils	Q
To beat the coverts with the jovial horn	N
At dawn of day to summon the loud hounds	Q
She calls the lingering sluggard from his dreams	Q
And where his breast may drink the mountain breeze	Q
And where the fervor of the sunny vale	C
May beat upon his brow through devious paths	Q
Beckons his rapid courser Nor when ease	Q
Cool ease and welcome slumbers have becalm'd	J3
His eager bosom does the queen of health	K3
Her pleasing care withhold His decent board	L3
She guards presiding and the frugal powers	Q
With joy sedate leads in and while the brown	M3
Ennaean dame with Pan presents her stores	Q
While changing still and comely in the change	N3
Vertumnus and the Hours before him spread	O3
The garden's banquet you to crown his feast	P3
To crown his feast o Naiads you the fair	J
Hygeia calls and from your shelving seats	Q
And groves of poplar plenteous cups ye bring	Q3
To slake his veins 'till soon a purer tide	E
Flows down those loaded channels washeth off	R3
The dregs of luxury the lurking seeds	Q
Of crude disease and through the abodes of life	S3
Sends vigour sends repose Hail Naiads hail	C
Who give to labour health to stooping age	T3
The joys which youth had squander'd Oft your urns	Q
Will I invoke and frequent in your praise	Q
Abash the frantic Thyrsus with my song	I
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For not estrang'd from your benignant arts	Q
Is he the god to whose mysterious shrine	F3
My youth was sacred and my votive cares	Q
Belong the learned Paeon Oft when all	H3
His cordial treasures he hath search'd in vain	C2
When herbs and potent trees and drops of balm	W
Rich with the genial influence of the sun	T
To rouse dark fancy from her plantive dreams	Q
To brace the nerveless arm with food to win	U3
Sick appetite or hush the unquiet breast	H2
Which pines with silent passion he in vain	C2
Hath prov'd to your deep mansions he descends	Q
Your gates of humid rock your dim arcades	Q
He entereth where impurpled veins of ore	E2
Gleam on the roof where through the rigid mine	F3
Your trickling rills insinuate There the god	S2
From your indulgent hands the streaming bowl	V3
Wafts to his pale ey'd suppliants wafts the seeds	Q
Metallic and the elemental salts	Q
Wash'd from the pregnant glebe They drink and soon	S
Flies pain flies inauspicious care and soon	S
The social haunt or unfrequented shade	Q2
Hears Io Io Paean as of old	D2
When Python fell And o propitious Nymphs	Q
Oft as for hapless mortals I implore	E2
Your salutary springs through every urn	W2
Oh shed your healing treasures With the first	W3
And finest breath which from the genial strife	S3
Of mineral fermentation springs like light	F2
O'er the fresh morning's vapours lustrate then	A3
The fountain and inform the rising wave	X3
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My lyre shall pay your bounty Scorn not ye	W
That humble tribute Though a mortal hand	O
Excite the strings to utterance yet for themes	Q
Not unregarded of coelestial powers	Q
I frame their language and the Muses deign	C2
To guide the pious tenor of my lay	D
The Muses sacred be their gifts divine	F3
In early days did to my wondering sense	Q
Their secrets oft reveal oft my rais'd ear	Y3
In slumber felt their music oft at noon	S
Or hour of sunset by some lonely stream	W
In field or shady grove they taught me words	Q
Of power from death and envy to preserve	Z3
The good man's name whence yet with grateful mind	O2
And offerings unprofan'd by ruder eye	Y
My vows I send my homage to the seats	Q
Of rocky Cirrha where with you they dwell	K2
Where you their chaste companions they admit	A4
Through all the hallow'd scene where oft intent	B4
And leaning o'er Castalia's mossy verge	G3
They mark the cadence of your confluent urns	Q
How tuneful yielding gratefullest repose	Q
To their consorted measure 'till again	A3
With emulation all the sounding choir	X2
And bright Apollo leader of the song	I
Their voices through the liquid air exalt	C4
And sweep their lofty strings those powerful strings	Q
That charm the mind of gods that fill the courts	Q
Of wide Olympus with oblivion sweet	D4
Of evils with immortal rest from cares	Q
Assuage the terrors of the throne of Jove	Z3
And quench the formidable thunderbolt	C4
Of unrelenting fire With slacken'd wings	Q
While now the solemn concert breathes around	E4
Incumbent o'er the sceptre of his lord	L3
Sleeps the stern eagle by the number'd notes	Q
Possess'd and satiate with the melting tone	G2
Sovereign of birds The furious god of war	E2
His darts forgetting and the winged wheels	Q
That bear him vengeful o'er the embattled plain	C2
Relents and sooths his own fierce heart to ease	Q
Most welcome ease The sire of gods and men	A3
In that great moment of divine delight	F2
Looks down on all that live and whatsoe'er	E2
He loves not o'er the peopled earth and o'er	E2
The interminated ocean he beholds	Q
Curs'd with abhorrence by his doom severe	E2
And troubled at the sound Ye Naiads ye	W
With ravish'd ears the melody attend	U
Worthy of sacred silence But the slaves	Q
Of Bacchus with tempestuous clamours strive	Z3
To drown the heavenly strains of highest Jove	Z3
Irreverent and by mad presumption fir'd	F4
Their own discordant raptures to advance	Q
With hostile emulation Down they rush	G4
From Nysa's vine impurpled cliff the dames	Q
Of Thrace the Satyrs and the unruly Fauns	Q
With old Silenus reeling through the crowd	H4
Which gambols round him in convulsions wild	X
Tossing their limbs and brandishing in air	E2
The ivy mantled thyrsus or the torch	I4
Through black smoke flaming to the Phrygian pipe's	Q
Shrill voice and to the clashing cymbals mix'd	J4
With shrieks and frantic uproar May the gods	Q
From every unpolluted ear avert	K4
Their orgies If within the seats of men	A3
Within the walls the gates where Pallas holds	Q
The guardian key if haply there be found	E4
Who loves to mingle with the revel band	O
And hearken to their accents who aspires	Q
From such instructors to inform his breast	H2
With verse let him fit votarist implore	E2
Their inspiration He perchance the gifts	Q
Of young Lyaeus and the dread exploits	Q
May sing in aptest numbers he the fate	V
Of sober Pentheus he the Paphian rites	Q
And naked Mars with Cytherea chain'd	Z
And strong Alcides in the spinster's robes	Q
May celebrate applauded But with you	L
O Naiads far from that unhallow'd rout	L4
Must dwell the man whoe'er to praised themes	Q
Invokes the immortal Muse the immortal Muse	Q
To your calm habitations to the cave	Z3
Corycian or the Delphic mount will guide	E
His footsteps and with your unsullied streams	Q
His lips will bathe whether the eternal lore	E2
Of Themis or the majesty of Jove	Z3
To mortals he reveal or teach his lyre	E2
The unenvied guerdon of the patriot's toils	Q
In those unfading islands of the bless'd	H2
Where sacred bards abide Hail honor'd Nymphs	Q
Thrice hail for You the Cyrenac shell	K2
Behold I touch revering To my songs	Q
Be present ye with favorable feet	D4
And all profaner audience far remove	Z3

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