To A Friend In The City, From Her Friend In The Country. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHHIIJJKK LLMMNNOOJPMMQQCCRRSC CTTUUVVQQDUCCCWW XY DDZ| By especial request I take up my pen | A |
| To write a few lines to my dear Mrs N | A |
| And though nothing of depth she has right to expect | B |
| Yet the will for the deed she will not reject | B |
| The task on reflection is a heavy one quite | C |
| As here in the country we've no news to write | C |
| For what is to us very new rich and rare | D |
| To you in the city is stale and thread bare | D |
| Should I write of Hungary Kossuth or the Swede | E |
| They are all out of date antiquated indeed | E |
| I might ask you with me the New Forest to roam | F |
| But it's stript of its foliage quite leafless become | G |
| N P Willis and rival have each had their day | H |
| And of rappings and knockings there's nought new to say | H |
| Yet do not mistake me or think I would choose | I |
| A home in the city the country to lose | I |
| The music of birds with rich fruits and sweet flowers | J |
| We all in the country lay claim to as ours | J |
| A bird that's imprisoned I hate to hear sing | K |
| Let me catch its glad note as it soars on the wing | K |
| Its carol so sweet as it's floating along | L |
| It seems the Creator to praise in its song | L |
| With the sweetest of poets I often exclaim | M |
| God made the country let the pride of man claim | M |
| The town with its buildings its spires and its domes | N |
| But leave us in the country our sweet quiet homes | N |
| The scenery around us is lovely to view | O |
| It charmed when a child and at three score charms too | O |
| Then leave me the country with its birds fruits and flowers | J |
| And the town with its pleasures and crowds may be yours | P |
| E'en in winter the country has right to the claim | M |
| Of charms equal to summer to be sure not the same | M |
| See winter stern monarch as borne on the gale | Q |
| He comes armed cap a pie in his white coat of mail | Q |
| Behold what a change he hath wrought in one night | C |
| He has robed the whole country in pure spotless white | C |
| He fails not to visit us once every year | R |
| But finds us prepared for him meets with good cheer | R |
| And a most cordial welcome from all of us here | S |
| When with us he's quite civil and very polite | C |
| In manners most courtly and dignified quite | C |
| But I'm told were he goes unexpected he's rough | T |
| Chills all by his presence and savage enough | T |
| Hark hear how it storms blowing high and yet higher | U |
| But then we've books music and a brilliant wood fire | U |
| Where logs piled on logs give one warmth e'en to see | V |
| Oh these evenings in winter are charming to me | V |
| In good keeping these logs are with wind and the hail | Q |
| Everything in the country is on a grand scale | Q |
| You have nought in the city I think can compare | D |
| To the bright glowing hearth from a good country fire | U |
| To be sure now and then one is cheered by the sight | C |
| Of wood fire in the city but when at its height | C |
| Compared to our fires Lilliputianal quite | C |
| But here I will stop for I think it quite time | W |
| To have done with my boasting and finish my rhyme | W |
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| M A H T BIGELOW | X |
| Weston April | Y |
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| P S And now my dear friend it is certainly fair | D |
| Your city advantages you should compare | D |
| With ours in the country let me know what they are | Z |
Mary Ann H. T. Bigelow
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