Ode To The Country Gentlemen Of England Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDEED FGFGHHIJJI KLKLMNOPPO QRQSTTIPPI| Thou heedless Albion what alas the while | A |
| Dost thou presume O inexpert in arms | B |
| Yet vain of freedom how dost thou beguile | A |
| With dreams of hope these near and loud alarms | B |
| Thy splendid home thy plan of laws renown'd | C |
| The praise and envy of the nations round | C |
| What care hast thou to guard from fortune's sway | D |
| Amid the storms of war how soon may all | E |
| The lofty pile from its foundations fall | E |
| Of ages the proud toil the ruin of a day | D |
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| No thou art rich thy streams and fertile vales | F |
| Add industry's wise gifts to nature's store | G |
| And every port is crowded with thy sails | F |
| And every wave throws treasure on thy shore | G |
| What boots it If luxurious plenty charm | H |
| Thy selfish heart from glory if thy arm | H |
| Shrink at the frowns of danger and of pain | I |
| Those gifts that treasure is no longer thine | J |
| Oh rather far be poor Thy gold will shine | J |
| Tempting the eye of force and deck thee to thy bane | I |
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| But what hath force or war to do with thee | K |
| Girt by the azure tide and thron'd sublime | L |
| Amid thy floating bulwarks thou canst see | K |
| With scorn the fury of each hostile clime | L |
| Dash'd ere it reach thee Sacred from the foe | M |
| Art thy fair fields athwart thy guardian prow | N |
| No bold invader's foot shall tempt the strand | O |
| Yet say my country will the waves and wind | P |
| Obey thee Hast thou all thy hopes resign'd | P |
| To the sky's fickle faith the pilot's wavering hand | O |
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| Nor yet be aw'd nor yet your task disown | Q |
| Though war's proud votaries look on severe | R |
| Though secrets taught erewhile to them alone | Q |
| They deem profan'd by your intruding ear | S |
| Let them in vain your martial hope to quell | T |
| Of new refinements fiercer weapons tell | T |
| And mock the old simplicity in vain | I |
| To the time's warfare simple or refin'd | P |
| The time itself adapts the warrior's mind | P |
| And equal prowess still shall equal palms obtain | I |
Mark Akenside
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