On Leaving Holland Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDED FGFGHIHIJ KLKMNNOPPO A QRQRSJSJS TUTUVWKWK XNYNJHPLMP A ZA2ZA2DB2DB2D QC2QC2AD2AD2A E2F2E2ALMDG2G2DI | A |
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Farewell to Leyden's lonely bound | B |
The Belgian Muse's sober seat | C |
Where dealing frugal gifts around | B |
To all the favorites at her feet | C |
She trains the body's bulky frame | D |
For passive persevering toils | E |
And lest from any prouder aim | D |
The daring mind should scorn her homely spoils | E |
She breathes maternal fogs to damp its restless flame | D |
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Farewell the grave pacific air | F |
Where never mountain zephyr blew | G |
The marshy levels lank and bare | F |
Which Pan which Ceres never knew | G |
The Naiads with obscene attire | H |
Urging in vain their urns to flow | I |
While round them chaunt the croking choir | H |
And haply sooth some lover's prudent woe | I |
Or prompt some restive bard and modulate his lyre | J |
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Farewell ye nymphs whom sober care of gain | K |
Snatch'd in your cradles from the god of love | L |
She render'd all his boasted arrows vain | K |
And all his gifts did he in spite remove | M |
Ye too the slow ey'd fathers of the land | N |
With whom dominion steals from hand to hand | N |
Unown'd undignify'd by public choice | O |
I go where liberty to all is known | P |
And tells a monarch on his throne | P |
He reigns not but by her preserving voice | O |
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II | A |
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O my lov'd England when with thee | Q |
Shall i sit down to part no more | R |
Far from this pale discolor'd sea | Q |
That sleeps upon the reedy shore | R |
When shall i plough thy azure tide | S |
When on thy hills the flocks admire | J |
Like mountain snows till down their side | S |
I trace the village and the sacred spire | J |
While bowers and copses green the golden slope divide | S |
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Ye nymphs who guard the pathless grove | T |
Ye blue ey'd sisters of the streams | U |
With whom i wont at morn to rove | T |
With whom at noon i talk'd in dreams | U |
O take me to your haunts again | V |
The rocky spring the greenwood glade | W |
To guide my lonely footsteps deign | K |
To prompt my slumbers in the murmuring shade | W |
And sooth my vacant ear with many an airy strain | K |
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And thou my faithful harp no longer mourn | X |
Thy drooping master's inauspicious hand | N |
Now brighter skies and fresher gales return | Y |
Now fairer maids thy melody demand | N |
Daughters of Albion listen to my lyre | J |
O Phoebus guardian of the Aonian choir | H |
Why sounds not mine harmonious as thy own | P |
When all the virgin deities above | L |
With Venus and with Juno move | M |
In concert round the Olympian father's throne | P |
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III | A |
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Thee too protectress of my lays | Z |
Elate with whose majestic call | A2 |
Above degenerate Latium's praise | Z |
Above the slavish boast of Gaul | A2 |
I dare from impious thrones reclaim | D |
And wanton sloth's ignoble charms | B2 |
The honors of a poet's name | D |
To Somers' counsels or to Hamden's arms | B2 |
Thee freedom I rejoin and bless thy genuine flame | D |
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Great citizen of Albion Thee | Q |
Heroic valour still attends | C2 |
And useful science pleas'd to see | Q |
How art her studious toil extends | C2 |
While truth diffusing from on high | A |
A lustre unconfin'd as day | D2 |
Fills and commands the public eye | A |
Till pierc'd and sinking by her powerful ray | D2 |
Tame faith and monkish awe like nightly demons fly | A |
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Hence the whole land the patriot's ardour shares | E2 |
Hence dread religion dwells with social joy | F2 |
And holy passions and unsullied cares | E2 |
In youth in age domestic life imploy | A |
O fair Britannia hail With partial love | L |
The tribes of men their native seats approve | M |
Unjust and hostile to each foreign fame | D |
But when for generous minds and manly laws | G2 |
A nation holds her prime applause | G2 |
There public zeal shall all reproof disclaim | D |
Mark Akenside
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