The Ploughman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBACCDEFF GBBGHHIIJJ KBBKLLMMNN NBBNOPQQRR SBBSTTMMUV ABBAWWDEMM

Tearing up the stubborn soilA
Trudging drudging toiling moilingB
Hands and feet and garments soilingB
Who would grudge the ploughman's toilA
Yet there's lustre in his eyeC
Borrowed from yon glowing skyC
And there's meaning in his glancesD
That bespeak no dreamer's fanciesE
For his mind has precious loreF
Gleaned from Nature's sacred storeF
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Toiling up yon weary hillG
He has worked since early morningB
Ease and rest and pleasure scorningB
And he's at his labor stillG
Though the slanting western beamH
Quivering on the glassy streamH
And yon old elm's lengthened shadowI
Flung athwart the verdant meadowI
Tell that shadowy twilight greyJ
Cannot now be far awayJ
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See he stops and wipes his browK
Marks the rapid sun's descendingB
Marks his shadow far extendingB
Deems it time to quit the ploughK
Weary man and weary steedL
Welcome food and respite needL
'Tis the hour when bird and beeM
Seek repose and why not heM
Nature loves the twilight blestN
Let the toil worn ploughman restN
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Ye who nursed upon the breastN
Of ease and pleasure enervatingB
Ever new delights creatingB
Which not long retain their zestN
Ere upon your taste they pallO
What avail your pleasures allP
In his hard but pleasant laborQ
He your useful healthful neighborQ
Finds enjoyment real trueR
Vainly sought by such as youR
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Nature's open volume liesS
Richly tinted brightly beamingB
With its varied lessons teemingB
All outspread before his eyesS
Dewy glades and opening flowersT
Emerald meadows vernal bowersT
Sun and shade and bird and beeM
Fount and forest hill and leaM
All things beautiful and fairU
His benignant teachers areV
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Tearing up the stubborn soilA
Trudging drudging toiling moilingB
Hands and feet and garments soilingB
Who would grudge the ploughman's toilA
Yet 'tis health and wealth to himW
Strength of nerve and strength of limbW
Light and fervor in his glancesD
Life and beauty in his fanciesE
Learned and happy brave and freeM
Who so proud and blest as heM

Pamela S. Vining, (j. C. Yule)



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