Ode Xi: To The Country Gentlemen Of England Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDDECCE AFGFHFFIJJI AKFKFLLMNNM EFCFCOOHPPH EEQEQECIRRI EESETFFPIIP EQFQFFFLUUL ECVCVFFSFFS FQPQPHHWXYE FZRZRA2A2CB2B2C FFMFMC2C2HFFH FD2MD2MWWD2CCD2 FHA2HA2FFE2CCE2 EQCQCMMQD2D2Q ETCTCF2F2HD2D2H EFD2FD2D2D2D2D2D2D2 ESD2SD2FFCEEG2I | A |
Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fled | B |
Where are those valiant tenants of her shore | C |
Who from the warrior bow the strong dart sped | B |
Or with firm hand the rapid pole ax bore | C |
Freeman and soldier was their common name | D |
Who late with reapers to the furrow came | D |
Now in the front of battle charg'd the foe | E |
Who taught the steer the wintry plough to indure | C |
Now in full councils check'd incroaching power | C |
And gave the guardian laws their majesty to know | E |
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II | A |
But who are ye from Ebro's loitering sons | F |
To Tiber's pageants to the sports of Seine | G |
From Rhine's frail palaces to Danube's thrones | F |
And cities looking on the Cimbric main | H |
Ye lost ye self deserted whose proud lords | F |
Have baffled your tame hands and given your swords | F |
To slavish ruffians hir'd for their command | I |
These at some greedy monk's or harlot's nod | J |
See rifled nations crouch beneath their rod | J |
These are the public will the reason of the land | I |
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III | A |
Thou heedless Albion what alas the while | K |
Dost thou presume O inexpert in arms | F |
Yet vain of freedom how dost thou beguile | K |
With dreams of hope these near and loud alarms | F |
Thy splendid home thy plan of laws renown'd | L |
The praise and envy of the nations round | L |
What care hast thou to guard from fortune's sway | M |
Amid the storms of war how soon may all | N |
The lofty pile from its foundations fall | N |
Of ages the proud toil the ruin of a day | M |
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IV | E |
No thou art rich thy streams and fertile vales | F |
Add industry's wise gifts to nature's store | C |
And every port is crouded with thy sails | F |
And every wave throws treasure on thy shore | C |
What boots it If luxurious plenty charm | O |
Thy selfish heart from glory if thy arm | O |
Shrink at the frowns of danger and of pain | H |
Those gifts that treasure is no longer thine | P |
Oh rather far be poor Thy gold will shine | P |
Tempting the eye of force and deck thee to thy bane | H |
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V | E |
But what hath force or war to do with thee | E |
Girt by the azure tide and thron'd sublime | Q |
Amid thy floating bulwarks thou canst see | E |
With scorn the fury of each hostile clime | Q |
Dash'd ere it reach thee Sacred from the foe | E |
Are thy fair fields athwart thy guardian prow | C |
No bold invader's foot shall tempt the strand | I |
Yet say my country will the waves and wind | R |
Obey thee Hast thou all thy hopes resign'd | R |
To the sky's fickle faith the pilot's wavering hand | I |
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VI | E |
For oh may neither fear nor stronger love | E |
Love by thy virtuous princes nobly won | S |
Thee last of many wretched nations move | E |
With mighty armies station'd round the throne | T |
To trust thy safety Then farewell the claims | F |
Of freedom Her proud records to the flames | F |
Then bear an offering at ambition's shrine | P |
Whate'er thy ancient patriots dar'd demand | I |
From furious John's or faithless Charles's hand | I |
Or what great William seal'd for his adopted line | P |
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VII | E |
But if thy sons be worthy of their name | Q |
If liberal laws with liberal hearts they prize | F |
Let them from conquest and from servile shame | Q |
In war's glad school their own protectors rise | F |
Ye chiefly heirs of Albion's cultur'd plains | F |
Ye leaders of her bold and faithful swains | F |
Now not unequal to your birth be found | L |
The public voice bids arm your rural state | U |
Paternal hamlets for your ensigns wait | U |
And grange and fold prepare to pour their youth around | L |
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VIII | E |
Why are ye tardy what inglorious care | C |
Detains you from their head your native post | V |
Who most their country's fame and fortune share | C |
'Tis theirs to share her toils her perils most | V |
Each man his task in social life sustains | F |
With partial labours with domestic gains | F |
Let others dwell to you indulgent heaven | S |
By counsel and by arms the public cause | F |
To serve for public love and love's applause | F |
The first imployment far the noblest hire hath given | S |
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IX | F |
Have ye not heard of Laced mon's fame | Q |
Of Attic chiefs in freedom's war divine | P |
Of Rome's dread generals the Valerian name | Q |
The Fabian sons the Scipios matchless line | P |
Your lot was theirs the farmer and the swain | H |
Met his lov'd patron's summons from the plain | H |
The legions gather'd the bright eagles flew | W |
Barbarian monarchs in the triumph mourn'd | X |
The conquerors to their houshold gods return'd | Y |
And fed Calabrian flocks and steer'd the Sabine plough | E |
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X | F |
Shall then this glory of the antique age | Z |
This pride of men be lost among mankind | R |
Shall war's heroic arts no more ingage | Z |
The unbought hand the unsubjected mind | R |
Doth valour to the race no more belong | A2 |
No more with scorn of violence and wrong | A2 |
Doth forming nature now her sons inspire | C |
That like some mystery to few reveal'd | B2 |
The skill of arms abash'd and aw'd they yield | B2 |
And from their own defence with hopeless hearts retire | C |
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XI | F |
O shame to human life to human laws | F |
The loose adventurer hireling of a day | M |
Who his fell sword without affection draws | F |
Whose God whose country is a tyrant's pay | M |
This man the lessons of the field can learn | C2 |
Can every palm which decks a warrior earn | C2 |
And every pledge of conquest while in vain | H |
To guard your altars your paternal lands | F |
Are social arms held out to your free hands | F |
Too arduous is the lore too irksome were the pain | H |
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XII | F |
Meantime by pleasure's lying tales allur'd | D2 |
From the bright sun and living breeze ye stray | M |
And deep in London's gloomy haunts immur'd | D2 |
Brood o'er your fortune's freedom's health's decay | M |
O blind of choice and to yourselves untrue | W |
The young grove shoots their bloom the fields renew | W |
The mansion asks its lord the swains their friend | D2 |
While he doth riot's orgies haply share | C |
Or tempt the gamester's dark destroying snare | C |
Or at some courtly shrine with slavish incense bend | D2 |
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XIII | F |
And yet full oft your anxious tongues complain | H |
That lawless tumult prompts the rustic throng | A2 |
That the rude village inmates now disdain | H |
Those homely ties which rul'd their fathers long | A2 |
Alas your fathers did by other arts | F |
Draw those kind ties around their simple hearts | F |
And led in other paths their ductile will | E2 |
By succour faithful counsel courteous cheer | C |
Won them the ancient manners to revere | C |
To prize their country's peace and heaven's due rites fulfill | E2 |
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XIV | E |
But mark rhe judgement of experienc'd Time | Q |
Tutor of nations Doth light discord tear | C |
A state and impotent sedition's crime | Q |
The powers of warlike prudence dwell not there | C |
The powers who to command and to obey | M |
Instruct the valiant There would civil sway | M |
The rising race to manly concord tame | Q |
Oft let the marshal'd field their steps unite | D2 |
And in glad splendor bring before their sight | D2 |
One common cause and one hereditary fame | Q |
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XV | E |
Nor yet be aw'd nor yet your task disown | T |
Though war's proud votaries look on severe | C |
Though secrets taught erewhile to them alone | T |
They deem profan'd by your intruding ear | C |
Let them in vain your martial hope to quell | F2 |
Of new refinements fiercer weapons tell | F2 |
And mock the old simplicity in vain | H |
To the time's warfare simple or refin'd | D2 |
The time itself adapts the warrior's mind | D2 |
And equal prowess still shall equal palms obtain | H |
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XVI | E |
Say then if England's youth in earlier days | F |
On glory's field with well train'd armies vy'd | D2 |
Why shall they now renounce that generous praise | F |
Why dread the foreign mercenary's pride | D2 |
Though Valois brav'd young Edward's gentle hand | D2 |
And Albret rush'd on Henry's way worn band | D2 |
With Europe's chosen sons in arms renown'd | D2 |
Yet not on Vere's bold archers long they look'd | D2 |
Nor Audley's squires nor Mowbray's yeomen brook'd | D2 |
They saw their standard fall and left their monarch bound | D2 |
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XVII | E |
Such were the laurels which your fathers won | S |
Such glory's dictates in their dauntless breast | D2 |
Is there no voice that speaks to every son | S |
No nobler holier call to You address'd | D2 |
O by majestic freedom righteous laws | F |
By heavenly truth's by manly reason's cause | F |
Awake attend be indolent no more | C |
By friendship social peace domestic love | E |
Rise arm your country's living safety prove | E |
And train her valiant youth and watch around her sh | G2 |
Mark Akenside
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