Thyrsis A Monody Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCADEED FGHGIJKIIK LMNMNLMOOP QRSRSTSSSS SIUIUSSSSS VMSWSVXIIX YPZA2ZYB2IIB2 C2D2ID2ID2ISSI D2SYSYD2SE2E2S ID2ID2IID2SSD2 IMF2MF2IIIII XSISIXG2H2H2G2 WI2IJ2IWZIIZ SSSSWSD2SSD2 SK2WK2WSL2IIL2 ISM2SN2IK2How changed is here each spot man makes or fills | A |
In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same | B |
The village street its haunted mansion lacks | C |
And from the sign is gone Sibylla's name | B |
And from the roofs the twisted chimney stacks | C |
Are ye too changed ye hills | A |
See 'tis no foot of unfamiliar men | D |
To night from Oxford up your pathway strays | E |
Here came I often often in old days | E |
Thyrsis and I we still had Thyrsis then | D |
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Runs it not here the track by Childsworth Farm | F |
Past the high wood to where the elm tree crowns | G |
The hill behind whose ridge the sunset flames | H |
The signal elm that looks on Ilsley Downs | G |
The Vale the three lone weirs the youthful Thames | I |
This winter eve is warm | J |
Humid the air leafless yet soft as spring | K |
The tender purple spray on copse and briers | I |
And that sweet city with her dreaming spires | I |
She needs not June for beauty's heightening | K |
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Lovely all times she lies lovely to night | L |
Only methinks some loss of habit's power | M |
Befalls me wandering through this upland dim | N |
Once pass'd I blindfold here at any hour | M |
Now seldom come I since I came with him | N |
That single elm tree bright | L |
Against the west I miss it is it goner | M |
We prized it dearly while it stood we said | O |
Our friend the Gipsy Scholar was not dead | O |
While the tree lived he in these fields lived on | P |
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Too rare too rare grow now my visits here | Q |
But once I knew each field each flower each stick | R |
And with the country folk acquaintance made | S |
By barn in threshing time by new built rick | R |
Here too our shepherd pipes we first assay'd | S |
Ah me this many a year | T |
My pipe is lost my shepherd's holiday | S |
Needs must I lose them needs with heavy heart | S |
Into the world and wave of men depart | S |
But Thyrsis of his own will went away | S |
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It irk'd him to be here he could not rest | S |
He loved each simple joy the country yields | I |
He loved his mates but yet he could not keep | U |
For that a shadow lour'd on the fields | I |
Here with the shepherds and the silly sheep | U |
Some life of men unblest | S |
He knew which made him droop and fill'd his head | S |
He went his piping took a troubled sound | S |
Of storms that rage outside our happy ground | S |
He could not wait their passing he is dead | S |
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So some tempestuous morn in early June | V |
When the year's primal burst of bloom is o'er | M |
Before the roses and the longest day | S |
When garden walks and all the grassy floor | W |
With blossoms red and white of fallen May | S |
And chestnut flowers are strewn | V |
So have I heard the cuckoo's parting cry | X |
From the wet field through the vext garden trees | I |
Come with the volleying rain and tossing breeze | I |
The bloom is gone and with the bloom go I | X |
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Too quick despairer wherefore wilt thou go | Y |
Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on | P |
Soon will the musk carnations break and swell | Z |
Soon shall we have gold dusted snapdragon | A2 |
Sweet William with his homely cottage smell | Z |
And stocks in fragrant blow | Y |
Roses that down the alleys shine afar | B2 |
And open jasmine muffled lattices | I |
And groups under the dreaming garden trees | I |
And the full moon and the white evening star | B2 |
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He hearkens not light comer he is flown | C2 |
What matters it next year he will return | D2 |
And we shall have him in the sweet spring days | I |
With whitening hedges and uncrumpling fern | D2 |
And blue bells trembling by the forest ways | I |
And scent of hay new mown | D2 |
But Thyrsis never more we swains shall see | I |
See him come back and cut a smoother reed | S |
And blow a strain the world at last shall heed | S |
For Time not Corydon hath conquer'd thee | I |
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Alack for Corydon no rival now | D2 |
But when Sicilian shepherds lost a mate | S |
Some good survivor with his flute would go | Y |
Piping a ditty sad for Bion's fate | S |
And cross the unpermitted ferry's flow | Y |
And relax Pluto's brow | D2 |
And make leap up with joy the beauteous head | S |
Of Proserpine among whose crowned hair | E2 |
Are flowers first open'd on Sicilian air | E2 |
And flute his friend like Orpheus from the dead | S |
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O easy access to the hearer's grace | I |
When Dorian shepherds sang to Proserpine | D2 |
For she herself had trod Sicilian fields | I |
She knew the Dorian water's gush divine | D2 |
She knew each lily white which Enna yields | I |
Each rose with blushing face | I |
She loved the Dorian pipe the Dorian strain | D2 |
But ah of our poor Thames she never heard | S |
Her foot the Cumner cowslips never stirr'd | S |
And we should tease her with our plaint in vain | D2 |
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Well wind dispersed and vain the words will be | I |
Yet Thyrsis let me give my grief its hour | M |
In the old haunt and find our tree topp'd hill | F2 |
Who if not I for questing here hath power | M |
I know the wood which hides the daffodil | F2 |
I know the Fyfield tree | I |
I know what white what purple fritillaries | I |
The grassy harvest of the river fields | I |
Above by Ensham down by Sandford yields | I |
And what sedged brooks are Thames's tributaries | I |
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I know these slopes who knows them if not I | X |
But many a tingle on the loved hillside | S |
With thorns once studded old white blossom'd trees | I |
Where thick the cowslips grew and far descried | S |
High tower'd the spikes of purple orchises | I |
Hath since our day put by | X |
The coronals of that forgotten time | G2 |
Down each green bank hath gone the ploughboy's team | H2 |
And only in the hidden brookside gleam | H2 |
Primroses orphans of the flowery prime | G2 |
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Where is the girl who by the boatman's door | W |
Above the locks above the boating throng | I2 |
Unmoor'd our skiff when through the Wytham flats | I |
Red loosestrife and blond meadow sweet among | J2 |
And darting swallows and light water gnats | I |
We track'd the shy Thames shore | W |
Where are the mowers who as the tiny swell | Z |
Of our boat passing heaved the river grass | I |
Stood with suspended scythe to see us pass | I |
They all are gone and thou art gone as well | Z |
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Yes thou art gone and round me too the night | S |
In ever nearing circle weaves her shade | S |
I see her veil draw soft across the day | S |
I feel her slowly chilling breath invade | S |
The cheek grown thin the brown hair sprent with Hrey | W |
I feel her finger light | S |
Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train | D2 |
The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew | S |
The heart less bounding at emotion new | S |
And hope once crush'd less quick to spring again | D2 |
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And long the way appears which seem'd so short | S |
To the less practised eye of sanguine youth | K2 |
And high the mountain tops in cloudy air | W |
The mountain tops where is the throne of Truth | K2 |
Tops in life's morning sun so bright and bare | W |
Unbreachable the fort | S |
Of the long batter'd world uplifts its wall | L2 |
And strange and vain the earthly turmoil grows | I |
And near and real the charm of thy repose | I |
And night as welcome as a friend would fall | L2 |
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But hush the upland hath a sudden loss | I |
Of quiet Look adown the dusk hill side | S |
A troop of Oxford hunters going home | M2 |
As in old days jovial and talking ride | S |
From hunting with the Berkshire hounds they come | N2 |
Quick let me fly and cross | I |
Into yon farthe | K2 |
Matthew Arnold
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