Ode Iv; To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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How oft shall i surveyB
This humble roof the lawn the greenwood shadeC
The vale with sheaves o'erspreadC
The glassy brook the flocks which round thee strayB
When will thy cheerful mindC
Of these have utter'd all her dear esteemD
Or tell me dost thou deemD
No more to join in glory's toilsome raceE
But here content embraceE
That happy leisure which thou had'st resign'dC
Alas ye happy hoursF
When books and youthful sport the soul could shareG
Ere one ambitious careG
Of civil life had aw'd her simpler powersF
Oft as your winged trainH
Revisit here my friend in white arrayB
Oh fail not to displayB
Each fairer scene where i perchance had partC
That so his generous heartC
The abode of even friendship may remainH
For not imprudent of my loss to comeI
I saw from contemplation's quiet cellJ
His feet ascending to another homeK
Where public praise and envied greatness dwellJ
But shall we therefore o my lyreL
Reprove ambition's best desireM
Extinguish glory's flameN
Far other was the task injoin'dC
When to my hand thy strings were first assign'dC
Far other faith belongs to friendship's honor'd nameN
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Thee Townshend not the armsO
Of slumbering ease nor pleasure's rosy chainH
Were destin'd to detainH
No nor bright science nor the Muse's charmsO
For them high heaven preparesP
Their proper votaries an humbler bandC
And ne'er would Spenser's handC
Have deign'd to strike the warbling Tuscan shellJ
Nor Harrington to tellJ
What habit an immortal city wearsP
Had this been born to shieldC
The cause which Cromwell's impious hand betray'dC
Or that like Vere display'dC
His redcross banner o'er the Belgian fieldC
Yet where the will divineQ
Hath shut those loftiest paths it next remainsR
With reason clad in strainsR
Of harmony selected minds to inspireL
And virtue's living fireM
To feed and eternize in hearts like thineQ
For never shall the herd whom envy swaysS
So quell my purpose or my tongue controlT
That I should fear illustrious worth to praiseS
Because it's master's friendship mov'd my soulT
Yet if this undissembling strainH
Should now perhaps thine ear detainH
With any pleasing soundC
Remember thou that righteous fameN
From hoary age a strict account will claimN
Of each auspicious palm with which thy youth was crown'dC
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Nor obvious is the wayB
Where heaven expects thee nor the traveler leadsU
Through flowers or fragrant meadsU
Or groves that hark to Philomela's layB
The impartial laws of fateC
To nobler virtues wed severer caresP
Is there a man who sharesP
The summit next where heavenly natures dwellJ
Ask him for he can tellJ
What storms beat round that rough laborious heightC
Ye heroes who of oldC
Did generous England freedom's throne ordainH
From Alfred's parent reignH
To Nassau great deliverer wise and boldC
I know your perils hardC
Your wounds your painful marches wintry seasV
The night estrang'd from easeV
The day by cowardice and falsehood vex'dC
The head with doubt perplex'dC
The indignant heart disdaining the rewardC
Which envy hardly grants But o renownW
O praise from judging heaven and virtuous menX
If thus they purchas'd thy divinest crownW
Say who shall hesitate or who complainH
And now they sit on thrones aboveY
And when among the gods they moveZ
Before the sovran mindC
Lo these he saith lo these are theyB
Who to the laws of mine eternal swayB
From violence and fear asserted human kindC
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Thus honor'd while the trainH
Of legislators in his presence dwellJ
If I may aught foretellJ
The statesman shall the second palm obtainH
For dreadful deeds of armsO
Let vulgar bards with undiscerning praiseS
More glittering trophies raiseS
But wisest heaven what deeds may chiefly moveZ
To favor and to loveZ
What save wide blessings or averted harmsO
Nor to the imbattled fieldC
Shall these achievements of the peaceful gownW
The green immortal crownW
Of valor or the songs of conquest yieldC
Not Fairfax wildly boldC
While bare of crest he hew'd his fatal wayB
Through Nasesby's firm arrayB
To heavier dangers did his breast opposeA2
Than Pym's free virtue choseA2
When the proud force of Strafford he controul'dC
But what is man at enmity with truthB2
What were the fruits of Wentworth's copious mindC
When blighted all the promise of his youthB2
The patriot in a tyrant's league had join'dC
Let Ireland's loud lamenting plainsR
Let Tyne's and Humber's trampled swainH
Let menac'd London tellJ
How impious guile made wisdom baseE
How generous zeal to cruel rage gave placeE
And how unbless'd he liv'd and how dishonor'd fellJ
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Thence never hath the MuseC2
Around his tomb Pierian roses flungD2
Nor shall one poet's tongueD2
His name for music's pleasing labor chuseC2
And sure when nature kindC
Hath deck'd some favor'd breast above the throngE2
That man with grievous wrongE2
Affronts and wounds his genius if he bendsF2
To guilt's ignoble endsF2
The functions of his ill submitting mindC
For worthy of the wiseG2
Nothing can seem but virtue nor earth yieldC
Their fame an equal fieldC
Save where impartial freedom gives the prizeG2
There Somers fix'd his nameN
Inroll'd the next to William there shall TimeH2
To every wondering climeH2
Point out that Somers who from faction's croudC
The slanderous and the loudC
Could fair assent and modest reverence claimH2
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Nor aught did laws or social arts acquireM
Nor this majestic weal of Albion's landC
Did aught accomplish or to aught aspireL
Without his guidance his superior handC
And rightly shall the Muse's careG
Wreaths like her own for him prepareG
Whose mind's inamor'd aimH2
Could forms of civil beauty drawI2
Sublime as ever sage or poet sawI2
Yet still to life's rude scene the proud ideas tameH2
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Let none profane be nearJ2
The Muse was never foreign to his breastC
On power's grave seat confess'dC
Still to her voice he bent a lover's earK2
And if the blessed knowL2
Their ancient cares even now the unfading grovesM2
Where haply Milton rovesM2
With Spenser hear the enchanted echo's roundC
Through farthest heaven resoundC
Wise Somers guardian of their fame belowL2
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He knew the patriot knewN2
That letters and the Muses powerful artC
Exalt the ingenuous heartC
And brighten every form of just and trueN2
They lend a nobler swayB
To civil wisdom than corruption's lureO2
Could ever yet procureO2
They too from envy's pale malignant lightC
Conduct her forth to sightC
Cloath'd in the fairest colors of the dayB
O Townshend thus may Time the judge severeJ2
Instruct my happy tongue of thee to tellJ
And when I speak of one to freedom dearJ2
For planning wisely and for acting wellJ
Of one whom glory loves to ownP2
Who still by liberal means aloneP2
Hath liberal ends pursu'dC
Then for the guerdon of my layB
This man with faithful friendship will i sayB
From youth to honor'd age my arts and me hath view'dC

Mark Akenside



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