The Shepherd's Dog Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDDEE ABFBFGGGG ABHBHCCGG IBGBGJJGG BBEBEGGGG IBKBKLMGG IBNBNHOGG IBGBGGGLL PBGBGEEGG PBGBGQQGG BBGBGHHGG BBBBBGGRS BBQBQGGHH IBGBGTEII IIUIUVVH IBGBGGGWW IBGBGXXYY IBZBZGGGG BBA2BA2WWGG BGGGGQQBB| I | A |
| A Shepherd's Dog there was and he | B |
| Was faithful to his master's will | C |
| For well he lov'd his company | B |
| Along the plain or up the hill | C |
| All Seasons were to him the same | D |
| Beneath the Sun's meridian flame | D |
| Or when the wintry wind blew shrill and keen | E |
| Still the Old Shepherd's Dog was with his Master seen | E |
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| II | A |
| His form was shaggy clothed yet he | B |
| Was of a bold and faithful breed | F |
| And kept his master company | B |
| In smiling days and days of need | F |
| When the long Ev'ning slowly clos'd | G |
| When ev'ry living thing repos'd | G |
| When e'en the breeze slept on the woodlands round | G |
| The Shepherd's watchful Dog was ever waking found | G |
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| III | A |
| All night upon the cold turf he | B |
| Contented lay with list'ning care | H |
| And though no stranger company | B |
| Or lonely traveller rested there | H |
| Old Trim was pleas'd to guard it still | C |
| For 'twas his aged master's will | C |
| And so pass'd on the chearful night and day | G |
| 'Till the poor Shepherd's Dog was very old and grey | G |
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| IV | I |
| Among the villagers was he | B |
| Belov'd by all the young and old | G |
| For he was chearful company | B |
| When the north wind blew keen and cold | G |
| And when the cottage scarce was warm | J |
| While round it flew the midnight storm | J |
| When loudly fiercely roll'd the swelling tide | G |
| The Shepherd's faithful Dog crept closely by his side | G |
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| V | B |
| When Spring in gaudy dress would be | B |
| Sporting across the meadows green | E |
| He kept his master company | B |
| And all amid the flow'rs was seen | E |
| Now barking loud now pacing fast | G |
| Now backward he a look would cast | G |
| And now subdu'd and weak with wanton play | G |
| Amid the waving grass the Shepherd's Dog would stay | G |
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| VI | I |
| Now up the rugged path would he | B |
| The steep hill's summit slowly gain | K |
| And still be chearful company | B |
| Though shiv'ring in the pelting rain | K |
| And when the brook was frozen o'er | L |
| Or the deep snow conceal'd the moor | M |
| When the pale moon beams scarcely shed a ray | G |
| The Shepherd's faithful Dog would mark the dang'rous way | G |
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| VII | I |
| On Sunday at the old Yew Tree | B |
| Which canopies the church yard stile | N |
| Forc'd from his master's company | B |
| The faithful TRIM would mope awhile | N |
| For then his master's only care | H |
| Was the loud Psalm or fervent Pray'r | O |
| And 'till the throng the church yard path retrod | G |
| The Shepherd's patient guard lay silent on the sod | G |
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| VIII | I |
| Near their small hovel stood a tree | B |
| Where TRIM was ev'ry morning found | G |
| Waiting his master's company | B |
| And looking wistfully around | G |
| And if along the upland mead | G |
| He heard him tune the merry reed | G |
| O then o'er hedge and ditch thro' brake and briar | L |
| The Shepherd's dog would haste with eyes that seem'd on fire | L |
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| IX | P |
| And now he pac'd the valley free | B |
| And now he bounded o'er the dew | G |
| For well his master's company | B |
| Would recompence his toil he knew | G |
| And where a rippling rill was seen | E |
| Flashing the woody brakes between | E |
| Fearless of danger thro' the lucid tide | G |
| The Shepherd's eager dog yelping with joy would glide | G |
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| X | P |
| Full many a year the same was he | B |
| His love still stronger every day | G |
| For in his master's company | B |
| He had grown old and very grey | G |
| And now his sight grew dim and slow | Q |
| Up the rough mountain he would go | Q |
| And his loud bark which all the village knew | G |
| With ev'ry wasting hour more faint and peevish grew | G |
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| XI | B |
| One morn to the low mead went he | B |
| Rous'd from his threshold bed to meet | G |
| A gay and lordly company | B |
| The Sun was bright the air was sweet | G |
| Old TRIM was watchful of his care | H |
| His master's flocks were feeding there | H |
| And fearful of the hounds he yelping stood | G |
| Beneath a willow Tree that wav'd across the flood | G |
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| XII | B |
| Old TRIM was urg'd to wrath for he | B |
| Was guardian of the meadow bounds | B |
| And heedless of the company | B |
| With angry snarl attack'd the hounds | B |
| Some felt his teeth though they were old | G |
| For still his ire was fierce and bold | G |
| And ne'er did valiant chieftain feel more strong | R |
| Than the Old Shepherd's dog when daring foes among | S |
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| XIII | B |
| The Sun was setting o'er the Sea | B |
| The breezes murmuring sad and slow | Q |
| When a gay lordly company | B |
| Came to the Shepherd's hovel low | Q |
| Their arm'd associates stood around | G |
| The sheep cote fence's narrow bound | G |
| While its poor master heard with fix'd despair | H |
| That TRIM his friend deem'd MAD was doom'd to perish there | H |
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| XIV | I |
| The kind old Shepherd wept for he | B |
| Had no such guide to mark his way | G |
| And kneeling pray'd the company | B |
| To let him live his little day | G |
| 'For many a year my Dog has been | T |
| 'The only friend these eyes have seen | E |
| 'We both are old and feeble he and I | I |
| 'Together we have liv'd together let us die | I |
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| XV | I |
| 'Behold his dim yet speaking eye | I |
| 'Which ill befits his visage grim | U |
| 'He cannot from your anger fly | I |
| 'For slow and feeble is old TRIM | U |
| 'He looks as though he fain would speak | V |
| 'His beard is white his voice is weak | V |
| 'He IS NOT MAD O then in pity spare | H |
| 'The only watchful friend of my small fleecy care ' | - |
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| XVI | I |
| The Shepherd ceas'd to speak for He | B |
| Leant on his maple staff subdu'd | G |
| While pity touch'd the company | B |
| And all poor TRIM with sorrow view'd | G |
| Nine days upon a willow bed | G |
| Old TRIM was doom'd to lay his head | G |
| Oppress'd and sever'd from his master's door | W |
| Enough to make him MAD were he not so before | W |
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| XVII | I |
| But not forsaken yet was he | B |
| For ev'ry morn at peep of day | G |
| To keep his old friend company | B |
| The lonely Shepherd bent his way | G |
| A little boat across the stream | X |
| Which glitter'd in the sunny beam | X |
| Bore him where foes no longer could annoy | Y |
| Where TRIM stood yelping loud and ALMOST MAD with joy | Y |
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| XVIII | I |
| Six days had pass'd and still was he | B |
| Upon the island left to roam | Z |
| When on the stream a wither'd tree | B |
| Was gliding rapid midst the foam | Z |
| The little Boat now onward prest | G |
| Danc'd o'er the river's bounding breast | G |
| Till dash'd impetuous 'gainst the old tree's side | G |
| The Shepherd plung'd and groan'd then sunk amid the tide | G |
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| XIX | B |
| Old TRIM now doom'd his friend to see | B |
| Beating the foam with wasted breath | A2 |
| Resolv'd to bear him company | B |
| E'en in the icy arms of death | A2 |
| Soon with exulting cries he bore | W |
| His feeble master to the shore | W |
| And standing o'er him howl'd in cadence sad | G |
| For fear and fondness now had nearly made him MAD | G |
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| XX | B |
| Together still their flocks they tend | G |
| More happy than the proudly great | G |
| The Shepherd has no other friend | G |
| No Lordly home no bed of state | G |
| But on a pallet clean and low | Q |
| They hear unmov'd the wild winds blow | Q |
| And though they ne'er another spring may see | B |
| The Shepherd and his Dog are chearful company | B |
Mary Darby Robinson
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