Ode Iv; To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBCDDEECFGGFHBBCCH IJKJLMNCCN A OHHOPCCJJPCCCCQRRLMQ STSTHHCNNC A BUUBCPPJJCCHHCCVVCCC WXWHYZCBBC Z HJJHOSSZZOCWWCCBBA2A 2CB2CB2CRHJEEJ Z C2D2D2C2CE2E2F2F2CG2 CCG2NH2H2CCH2 MCLCGGH2I2I2H2 Z J2CCK2L2M2M2CCL2 N2CCN2BO2O2CCBJ2JJ2J P2P2CBBCI | A |
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How oft shall i survey | B |
This humble roof the lawn the greenwood shade | C |
The vale with sheaves o'erspread | C |
The glassy brook the flocks which round thee stray | B |
When will thy cheerful mind | C |
Of these have utter'd all her dear esteem | D |
Or tell me dost thou deem | D |
No more to join in glory's toilsome race | E |
But here content embrace | E |
That happy leisure which thou had'st resign'd | C |
Alas ye happy hours | F |
When books and youthful sport the soul could share | G |
Ere one ambitious care | G |
Of civil life had aw'd her simpler powers | F |
Oft as your winged train | H |
Revisit here my friend in white array | B |
Oh fail not to display | B |
Each fairer scene where i perchance had part | C |
That so his generous heart | C |
The abode of even friendship may remain | H |
For not imprudent of my loss to come | I |
I saw from contemplation's quiet cell | J |
His feet ascending to another home | K |
Where public praise and envied greatness dwell | J |
But shall we therefore o my lyre | L |
Reprove ambition's best desire | M |
Extinguish glory's flame | N |
Far other was the task injoin'd | C |
When to my hand thy strings were first assign'd | C |
Far other faith belongs to friendship's honor'd name | N |
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II | A |
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Thee Townshend not the arms | O |
Of slumbering ease nor pleasure's rosy chain | H |
Were destin'd to detain | H |
No nor bright science nor the Muse's charms | O |
For them high heaven prepares | P |
Their proper votaries an humbler band | C |
And ne'er would Spenser's hand | C |
Have deign'd to strike the warbling Tuscan shell | J |
Nor Harrington to tell | J |
What habit an immortal city wears | P |
Had this been born to shield | C |
The cause which Cromwell's impious hand betray'd | C |
Or that like Vere display'd | C |
His redcross banner o'er the Belgian field | C |
Yet where the will divine | Q |
Hath shut those loftiest paths it next remains | R |
With reason clad in strains | R |
Of harmony selected minds to inspire | L |
And virtue's living fire | M |
To feed and eternize in hearts like thine | Q |
For never shall the herd whom envy sways | S |
So quell my purpose or my tongue control | T |
That I should fear illustrious worth to praise | S |
Because it's master's friendship mov'd my soul | T |
Yet if this undissembling strain | H |
Should now perhaps thine ear detain | H |
With any pleasing sound | C |
Remember thou that righteous fame | N |
From hoary age a strict account will claim | N |
Of each auspicious palm with which thy youth was crown'd | C |
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III | A |
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Nor obvious is the way | B |
Where heaven expects thee nor the traveler leads | U |
Through flowers or fragrant meads | U |
Or groves that hark to Philomela's lay | B |
The impartial laws of fate | C |
To nobler virtues wed severer cares | P |
Is there a man who shares | P |
The summit next where heavenly natures dwell | J |
Ask him for he can tell | J |
What storms beat round that rough laborious height | C |
Ye heroes who of old | C |
Did generous England freedom's throne ordain | H |
From Alfred's parent reign | H |
To Nassau great deliverer wise and bold | C |
I know your perils hard | C |
Your wounds your painful marches wintry seas | V |
The night estrang'd from ease | V |
The day by cowardice and falsehood vex'd | C |
The head with doubt perplex'd | C |
The indignant heart disdaining the reward | C |
Which envy hardly grants But o renown | W |
O praise from judging heaven and virtuous men | X |
If thus they purchas'd thy divinest crown | W |
Say who shall hesitate or who complain | H |
And now they sit on thrones above | Y |
And when among the gods they move | Z |
Before the sovran mind | C |
Lo these he saith lo these are they | B |
Who to the laws of mine eternal sway | B |
From violence and fear asserted human kind | C |
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IV | Z |
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Thus honor'd while the train | H |
Of legislators in his presence dwell | J |
If I may aught foretell | J |
The statesman shall the second palm obtain | H |
For dreadful deeds of arms | O |
Let vulgar bards with undiscerning praise | S |
More glittering trophies raise | S |
But wisest heaven what deeds may chiefly move | Z |
To favor and to love | Z |
What save wide blessings or averted harms | O |
Nor to the imbattled field | C |
Shall these achievements of the peaceful gown | W |
The green immortal crown | W |
Of valor or the songs of conquest yield | C |
Not Fairfax wildly bold | C |
While bare of crest he hew'd his fatal way | B |
Through Nasesby's firm array | B |
To heavier dangers did his breast oppose | A2 |
Than Pym's free virtue chose | A2 |
When the proud force of Strafford he controul'd | C |
But what is man at enmity with truth | B2 |
What were the fruits of Wentworth's copious mind | C |
When blighted all the promise of his youth | B2 |
The patriot in a tyrant's league had join'd | C |
Let Ireland's loud lamenting plains | R |
Let Tyne's and Humber's trampled swain | H |
Let menac'd London tell | J |
How impious guile made wisdom base | E |
How generous zeal to cruel rage gave place | E |
And how unbless'd he liv'd and how dishonor'd fell | J |
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V | Z |
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Thence never hath the Muse | C2 |
Around his tomb Pierian roses flung | D2 |
Nor shall one poet's tongue | D2 |
His name for music's pleasing labor chuse | C2 |
And sure when nature kind | C |
Hath deck'd some favor'd breast above the throng | E2 |
That man with grievous wrong | E2 |
Affronts and wounds his genius if he bends | F2 |
To guilt's ignoble ends | F2 |
The functions of his ill submitting mind | C |
For worthy of the wise | G2 |
Nothing can seem but virtue nor earth yield | C |
Their fame an equal field | C |
Save where impartial freedom gives the prize | G2 |
There Somers fix'd his name | N |
Inroll'd the next to William there shall Time | H2 |
To every wondering clime | H2 |
Point out that Somers who from faction's croud | C |
The slanderous and the loud | C |
Could fair assent and modest reverence claim | H2 |
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Nor aught did laws or social arts acquire | M |
Nor this majestic weal of Albion's land | C |
Did aught accomplish or to aught aspire | L |
Without his guidance his superior hand | C |
And rightly shall the Muse's care | G |
Wreaths like her own for him prepare | G |
Whose mind's inamor'd aim | H2 |
Could forms of civil beauty draw | I2 |
Sublime as ever sage or poet saw | I2 |
Yet still to life's rude scene the proud ideas tame | H2 |
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VI | Z |
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Let none profane be near | J2 |
The Muse was never foreign to his breast | C |
On power's grave seat confess'd | C |
Still to her voice he bent a lover's ear | K2 |
And if the blessed know | L2 |
Their ancient cares even now the unfading groves | M2 |
Where haply Milton roves | M2 |
With Spenser hear the enchanted echo's round | C |
Through farthest heaven resound | C |
Wise Somers guardian of their fame below | L2 |
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He knew the patriot knew | N2 |
That letters and the Muses powerful art | C |
Exalt the ingenuous heart | C |
And brighten every form of just and true | N2 |
They lend a nobler sway | B |
To civil wisdom than corruption's lure | O2 |
Could ever yet procure | O2 |
They too from envy's pale malignant light | C |
Conduct her forth to sight | C |
Cloath'd in the fairest colors of the day | B |
O Townshend thus may Time the judge severe | J2 |
Instruct my happy tongue of thee to tell | J |
And when I speak of one to freedom dear | J2 |
For planning wisely and for acting well | J |
Of one whom glory loves to own | P2 |
Who still by liberal means alone | P2 |
Hath liberal ends pursu'd | C |
Then for the guerdon of my lay | B |
This man with faithful friendship will i say | B |
From youth to honor'd age my arts and me hath view'd | C |
Mark Akenside
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