To The Honourable Charles Townshend: From The Country Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDC EEFGGFHHIJJIDDKLLKMN JJJJOOPQQPRRSTUS LLVWXVSay Townshend what can London boast | A |
To pay thee for the pleasures lost | B |
The health to day resign'd | C |
When spring from this her favorite seat | D |
Bade winter hasten his retreat | D |
And met the western wind | C |
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Oh knew'st thou how the balmy air | E |
The sun the azure heavens prepare | E |
To heal thy languid frame | F |
No more would noisy courts ingage | G |
In vain would lying faction's rage | G |
Thy sacred leisure claim | F |
Oft I look'd forth and oft admir'd | H |
Till with the studious volume tir'd | H |
I sought the open day | I |
And sure I cry'd the rural gods | J |
Expect me in their green abodes | J |
And chide my tardy lay | I |
But ah in vain my restless feet | D |
Trac'd every silent shady seat | D |
Which knew their forms of old | K |
Nor Naiad by her fountain laid | L |
Nor Wood nymph tripping through her glade | L |
Did now their rites unfold | K |
Whether to nurse some infant oak | M |
They turn the slowly tinkling brook | N |
And catch the pearly showers | J |
Or brush the mildew from the woods | J |
Or paint with noontide beams the buds | J |
Or breathe on opening flowers | J |
Such rites which they with spring renew | O |
The eyes of care can never view | O |
And care hath long been mine | P |
And hence offended with their guest | Q |
Since grief of love my soul oppress'd | Q |
They hide their toils divine | P |
But soon shall thy inlivening tongue | R |
This heart by dear affliction wrung | R |
With noble hope inspire | S |
Then will the sylvan powers again | T |
Receive me in their genial train | U |
And listen to my lyre | S |
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Beneath yon Dryad's lonely shade | L |
A rustic altar shall be paid | L |
Of turf with laurel fram'd | V |
And thou the inscription wilt approve | W |
This for the peace which lost by love | X |
By friendship was reclaim'd | V |
Mark Akenside
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