Written From Dublin, To A Lady In The Country. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCD EEAAFF GGAAHH IIJJHH KKAAHHHHAA LLAAMNHHOO AAPQHHAA RRGGSS| A wretch in smoaky Dublin pent | A |
| Who rarely sees the Firmament | A |
| You graciously invite to view | B |
| The Sun's enliv'ning Rays with you | B |
| To change the Town for flow'ry Meads | C |
| And sing beneath the sylvan Shades | D |
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| You're kind in vain It will not be | E |
| Retirement was deny'd to me | E |
| Doom'd by inexorable Fate | A |
| To pass thro' crouded Scenes I hate | A |
| O with what Joy could I survey | F |
| The rising glorious Source of Day | F |
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| Attend the Shepherd's fleecy Care | G |
| Transported with the vernal Air | G |
| Behold the Meadow's painted Pride | A |
| Or see the limpid Waters glide | A |
| Survey the distant shaded Hills | H |
| And pensive hear the murm'ring Rills | H |
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| Thro' your Versailles with Pleasure rove | I |
| Admire the Gardens and the Grove | I |
| See Nature's bounteous Hand adorn | J |
| The blushing Peach and blooming Thorn | J |
| Beheld the Birds distend their Throats | H |
| And hear their wild melodious Notes | H |
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| Delighted thro' your Pastures roam | K |
| Or see the Kine come lowing home | K |
| Whose od'rous Breaths a Joy impart | A |
| That sooths the Sense and glads the Heart | A |
| With Pleasure view the frothing Pails | H |
| And silent hear the creaking Rails | H |
| See whistling Hinds attend their Ploughs | H |
| Who never hear of broken Vows | H |
| Where no Ambition to be great | A |
| E'er taught the Nymph or Swain Deccit | A |
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| Thus thro' the Day delighted run | L |
| Then raptur'd view the setting Sun | L |
| The rich diffufive God behold | A |
| On distant Mountains pouring Gold | A |
| Gilding the beauteous rising Spire | M |
| While Crystal Windows glow with Fire | N |
| Gaze till he quit the Western Skies | H |
| And long to see his Sister rise | H |
| Prefer the silent Silver Moon | O |
| To the too radiant noisy Noon | O |
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| Or Northward turn with new Delight | A |
| To mark what Triumphs wait the Night | A |
| When Shepherds think the Heav'ns foreshow | P |
| Some dire Commotions here below | Q |
| When Light the human Form assumes | H |
| And Champions meet with nodding Plumes | H |
| With Silver Streamers wide unfurl'd | A |
| And gleaming Spears amaze the World | A |
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| Thence to the higher Heav'ns I soar | R |
| And the great Architect adore | R |
| Behold what Worlds are hung in Air | G |
| And view ten thousand Empires there | G |
| Then prostrate to Jehovah fall | S |
| Who into Being spake them all | S |
Mary Barber
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Written From Dublin, To A Lady In The Country. is a poem by Mary Barber. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.