Threnodia Augustalis: Overture - Pastorale Poem Rhyme Scheme

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MAN SPEAKER	A
FAST by that shore where Thames' translucent stream	B
Reflects new glories on his breast	C
Where splendid as the youthful poet's dream	B
He forms a scene beyond Elysium blest	C
Where sculptur'd elegance and native grace	D
Unite to stamp the beauties of the place	D
While sweetly blending still are seen	E
The wavy lawn the sloping green	E
While novelty with cautious cunning	F
Through ev'ry maze of fancy running	F
From China borrows aid to deck the scene	E
There sorrowing by the river's glassy bed	G
Forlorn a rural bard complain'd	H
All whom Augusta's bounty fed	G
All whom her clemency sustain'd	H
The good old sire unconscious of decay	I
The modest matron clad in homespun gray	I
The military boy the orphan'd maid	J
The shatter'd veteran now first dismay'd	J
These sadly join beside the murmuring deep	K
And as they view	L
The towers of Kew	L
Call on their mistress now no more and weep	K
	-
CHORUS AFFETTUOSO LARGO	M
Ye shady walks ye waving greens	N
Ye nodding towers ye fairy scenes	N
Let all your echoes now deplore	O
That she who form'd your beauties is no more	O
	-
MAN SPEAKER	A
First of the train the patient rustic came	P
Whose callous hand had form'd the scene	E
Bending at once with sorrow and with age	Q
With many a tear and many a sigh between	E
'And where ' he cried 'shall now my babes have bread	G
Or how shall age support its feeble fire	A
No lord will take me now my vigour fled	G
Nor can my strength perform what they require	A
Each grudging master keeps the labourer bare	R
A sleek and idle race is all their care	R
My noble mistress thought not so	M
Her bounty like the morning dew	L
Unseen though constant used to flow	M
And as my strength decay'd her bounty grew '	-
	-
WOMAN SPEAKER	A
In decent dress and coarsely clean	E
The pious matron next was seen	E
Clasp'd in her hand a godly book was borne	S
By use and daily meditation worn	S
That decent dress this holy guide	T
Augusta's care had well supplied	T
'And ah ' she cries all woe begone	S
'What now remains for me	U
Oh where shall weeping want repair	R
To ask for charity	U
Too late in life for me to ask	V
And shame prevents the deed	W
And tardy tardy are the times	X
To succour should I need	W
But all my wants before I spoke	Y
Were to my Mistress known	S
She still reliev'd nor sought my praise	Z
Contented with her own	S
But ev'ry day her name I'll bless	A2
My morning prayer my evening song	B2
I'll praise her while my life shall last	C2
A life that cannot last me long '	-
	-
SONG BY A WOMAN	S
Each day each hour her name I'll bless	A2
My morning and my evening song	B2
And when in death my vows shall cease	D2
My children shall the note prolong	B2
	-
MAN SPEAKER	A
The hardy veteran after struck the sight	E2
Scarr'd mangled maim'd in every part	F2
Lopp'd of his limbs in many a gallant fight	E2
In nought entire except his heart	F2
Mute for a while and sullenly distress'd	C
At last the impetuous sorrow fir'd his breast	C
'Wild is the whirlwind rolling	F
O'er Afric's sandy plain	S
And wild the tempest howling	F
Along the billow'd main	S
But every danger felt before	O
The raging deep the whirlwind's roar	O
Less dreadful struck me with dismay	I
Than what I feel this fatal day	I
Oh let me fly a land that spurns the brave	G2
Oswego's dreary shores shall be my grave	G2
I'll seek that less inhospitable coast	H2
And lay my body where my limbs were lost '	-
	-
SONG BY A MAN BASSO SPIRITOSO	D2
Old Edward's sons unknown to yield	I2
Shall crowd from Crecy's laurell'd field	I2
To do thy memory right	E2
For thine and Britain's wrongs they feel	J2
Again they snatch the gleamy steel	J2
And wish the avenging fight	E2
	-
WOMAN SPEAKER	A
In innocence and youth complaining	F
Next appear'd a lovely maid	J
Affliction o'er each feature reigning	F
Kindly came in beauty's aid	J
Every grace that grief dispenses	D2
Every glance that warms the soul	K2
In sweet succession charmed the senses	D2
While pity harmonized the whole	K2
'The garland of beauty' 'tis thus she would say	D2
'No more shall my crook or my temples adorn	S
I'll not wear a garland Augusta's away	D2
I'll not wear a garland until she return	S
But alas that return I never shall see	D2
The echoes of Thames shall my sorrows proclaim	P
There promised a lover to come but O me	D2
'Twas death 'twas the death of my mistress that came	P
But ever for ever her image shall last	C2
I'll strip all the spring of its earliest bloom	L2
On her grave shall the cowslip and primrose be cast	C2
And the new blossomed thorn shall whiten her tomb '	-
	-
SONG BY A WOMAN PASTORALE	K2
With garlands of beauty the queen of the May	D2
No more will her crook or her temples adorn	S
For who'd wear a garland when she is away	D2
When she is remov'd and shall never return	S
	-
On the grave of Augusta these garlands be plac'd	M2
We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloom	L2
And there shall the cowslip and primrose be cast	C2
And the new blossom'd thorn shall whiten her tomb	L2
	-
CHORUS ALTRO MODO	C2
On the grave of Augusta this garland be plac'd	C2
We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloom	L2
And there shall the cowslip and primrose be cast	C2
And the tears of her country shall water her tomb	L2

Oliver Goldsmith

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