On Recovering From A Fit Of Sickness, In The Country Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCADDCEFFGEHHG IJJKLMNKOPPCOQQCRSTU RVVU WXXYWCCJZA2A2PZB2B2P C2D2D2E2C2RRE2 CGGICPPF2G2RH2HG2I2I 2H| Thy verdant scenes O Goulder's hill | A |
| Once more I seek a languid guest | B |
| With throbbing temples and with burden'd breast | B |
| Once more I climb thy steep aerial way | C |
| O faithful cure of oft returning ill | A |
| Now call thy sprightly breezes round | D |
| Dissolve this rigid cough profound | D |
| And bid the springs of life with gentler movement play | C |
| How gladly 'mid the dews of dawn | E |
| My weary lungs thy healing gale | F |
| The balmy west or the fresh north inhale | F |
| How gladly while my musing footsteps rove | G |
| Round the cool orchard or the sunny lawn | E |
| Awak'd I stop and look to find | H |
| What shrub perfumes the pleasant wind | H |
| Or what wild songster charms the Dryads of the grove | G |
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| Now ere the morning walk is done | I |
| The distant voice of health I hear | J |
| Welcome as beauty's to the lover's ear | J |
| Droop not nor doubt of my return she cries | K |
| Here will i 'mid the radiant calm of noon | L |
| Meet thee beneath yon chesnut bower | M |
| And lenient on thy bosom pour | N |
| That indolence divine which lulls the earth and skies | K |
| The goddess promis'd not in vain | O |
| I found her at my favorite time | P |
| Nor wish'd to breathe in any softer clime | P |
| While half reclin'd half slumbering as I lay | C |
| She hover'd o'er me Then among her train | O |
| Of nymphs and zephyrs to my view | Q |
| Thy gracious form appear'd anew | Q |
| Then first o heavenly Muse unseen for many a day | C |
| In that soft pomp the tuneful maid | R |
| Shone like the golden star of love | S |
| I saw her hand in careless measures move | T |
| I heard sweet preludes dancing on her lyre | U |
| While my whole frame the sacred sound obey'd | R |
| New sunshine o'er my fancy springs | V |
| New colours clothe external things | V |
| And the last glooms of pain and sickly plaint retire | U |
| - | |
| O Goulder's hill by thee restor'd | W |
| Once more to this inliven'd hand | X |
| My harp which late resounded o'er the land | X |
| The voice of glory solemn and severe | Y |
| My Dorian harp shall now with mild accord | W |
| To thee her joyful tribute pay | C |
| And send a less ambitious lay | C |
| Of friendship and of love to greet thy master's ear | J |
| For when within thy shady seat | Z |
| First from the sultry town he chose | A2 |
| And the tir'd senate's cares his wish'd repose | A2 |
| Then wast thou mine to me a happier home | P |
| For social leisure where my welcome feet | Z |
| Estrang'd from all the intangling ways | B2 |
| In which the restless vulgar strays | B2 |
| Through nature's simple paths with ancient faith might roam | P |
| And while around his sylvan scene | C2 |
| My Dyson led the white wing'd hours | D2 |
| Oft from the Athenian Academic bowers | D2 |
| Their sages came oft heard our lingering walk | E2 |
| The Mantuan music warbling o'er the green | C2 |
| And oft did Tully's reverend shade | R |
| Though much for liberty afraid | R |
| With us of letter'd ease or virtuous glory talk | E2 |
| - | |
| But other guests were on their way | C |
| And reach'd erelong this favor'd grove | G |
| Even the celestial progeny of Jove | G |
| Bright Venus with her all subduing son | I |
| Whose golden shaft most willingly obey | C |
| The best and wisest As they came | P |
| Glad Hymen wav'd his genial flame | P |
| And sang their happy gifts and prais'd their spotless throne | F2 |
| I saw when through yon festive gate | G2 |
| He led along his chosen maid | R |
| And to my friend with smiles presenting said | H2 |
| Receive that fairest wealth which heaven assign'd | H |
| To human fortune Did thy lonely state | G2 |
| One wish one utmost hope confess | I2 |
| Behold she comes to adorn and bless | I2 |
| Comes worthy of thy heart and equal to thy mind | H |
Mark Akenside
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