Alfred And Jennet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Yes let me tell of Jennet my last child	A
In her the charms of all the rest ran wild	A
And sprouted as they pleased Still by my side	B
I own she was my favourite was my pride	B
Since first she labour'd round my neck to twine	C
Or clasp'd both little hands in one of mine	C
And when the season broke I've seen her bring	D
Lapfuls of flowers and then the girl would sing	D
Whole songs and halves and bits O with such glee	E
If playmates found a favourite it was she	E
Her lively spirit lifted her to joy	F
To distance in the race a clumsy boy	F
Would raise the flush of conquest in her eye	G
And all was dance and laugh and liberty	E
Yet not hard hearted take me right I beg	H
The veriest romp that ever wagg'd a leg	H
Was Jennet but when pity soothed her mind	I
Prompt with her tears and delicately kind	I
The half fledged nestling rabbit mouse or dove	J
By turns engaged her cares and infant love	J
And many a one at the last doubtful strife	K
Warm'd in her bosom started into life	K
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At thirteen she was all that Heaven could send	L
My nurse my faithful clerk my lively friend	L
Last at my pillow when I sunk to sleep	M
First on my threshold soon as day could peep	M
I heard her happy to her heart's desire	N
With clanking pattens and a roaring fire	N
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Then having store of new laid eggs to spare	O
She fill'd her basket with the simple fare	O
And weekly trudged I think I see her still	P
To sell them at yon house upon the hill	P
Oft have I watch'd her as she stroll'd along	Q
Heard the gate bang and heard her morning song	Q
And as my warm ungovern'd feelings rose	R
Said to myself Heaven bless her there she goes	R
Long would she tarry and then dancing home	S
Tell how the lady bade her oft'ner come	T
And bade her talk and laugh without control	U
For Jennet's voice was music to the soul	U
My tale shall prove it For there dwelt a son	V
An only child and where there is but one	V
Indulgence like a mildew reigns from whence	W
Mischief may follow if that child wants sense	W
But Alfred was a youth of noble mind	I
With ardent passions and with taste refined	I
All that could please still courted heart and hand	X
Music joy peace and wealth at his command	X
Wealth which his widow'd mother deem'd his own	Y
Except the poor she lived for him alone	Y
Yet would she weep by stealth when he was near	Z
But check'd all sighs to spare his wounded ear	A2
For from his cradle he had never seen	B2
Soul cheering sunbeams or wild nature's green	B2
But all life's blessings centre not in sight	C2
For Providence that dealt him one long night	C2
Had given in pity to the blooming boy	F
Feelings more exquisitely tuned to joy	F
Fond to excess was he of all that grew	D2
The morning blossom sprinkled o'er with dew	D2
Across his path as if in playful freak	E2
Would dash his brow and weep upon his cheek	E2
Each varying leaf that brush'd where'er he came	F2
Press'd to his rosy lip he call'd by name	F2
He grasp'd the saplings measured every bough	G2
Inhaled the fragrance that the spring months throw	H2
Profusely round till his young heart confess'd	I2
That all was beauty and himself was bless'd	I2
Yet when he traced the wide extended plain	J2
Or clear brook side he felt a transient pain	J2
The keen regret of goodness void of pride	B
To think he could not roam without a guide	B
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Who guess ye knew these scenes of home delight	C2
Better than Jennet bless'd with health and sight	C2
Whene'er she came he from his sports would slide	B
And catch her wild laugh listening by her side	B
Mount to the tell tale clock with ardent spring	D
And feel the passing hour then fondly cling	D
To Jennet's arm and tell how sweet the breath	K2
Of bright May mornings on the open heath	L2
Then off they started rambling far and wide	B
Like Cupid with a wood nymph by his side	B
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Thus months and months roll'd on the summer pass'd	M2
And the long darkness and the winter blast	M2
Sever'd the pair no flowery fields to roam	S
Poor Alfred sought his music and his home	S
What wonder then if inwardly he pined	I
The anxious mother mark'd her stripling's mind	I
Gloomy and sad yet striving to be gay	N2
As the long tedious evenings pass'd away	N2
'Twas her delight fresh spirits to supply	G
My girl was sent for just for company	E
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A tender governess my daughter found	O2
Her temper placid her instruction sound	O2
Plain were her precepts full of strength their power	N
Was founded on the practice of the hour	N
Theirs were the happy nights to peace resign'd	I
With ample means to cheer th' unbended mind	I
The Sacred History or the volumes fraught	P2
With tenderest sympathy or towering thought	P2
The laughter stirring tale the moral lay	N2
All that brings dawning reason into day	N2
There Jennet learn'd by maps through every land	X
To travel and to name them at command	X
Would tell how great their strength their bounds how far	Q2
And show where uncle Charles was in the war	R2
The globe she managed with a timid hand	X
Told which was ocean which was solid land	X
And said whate'er their diff'rent climates bore	R2
All still roll'd round though that I knew before	R2
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Thus grown familiar and at perfect ease	S2
What could be Jennet's duty but to please	S2
Yet hitherto she kept scarce knowing why	G
One powerful charm reserved and still was shy	G
When Alfred from his grand piano drew	D2
Those heavenly sounds that seem'd for ever new	D2
She sat as if to sing would be a crime	T2
And only gazed with joy and nodded time	T2
Till one snug evening I myself was there	O
The whispering lad inquired behind my chair	O
Bowman can Jennet sing At home said I	G
She sings from morn till night and seems to fly	G
From tune to tune the sad the wild the merry	E
And moulds her lip to suit them like a cherry	E
She learn'd them here O ho said he O ho	H2
And rubb'd his hands and stroked his forehead so	H2
Then down he sat sought out a tender strain	J2
Sung the first words then struck the chords again	U2
Come Jennet help me you must know this song	Q
Which I have sung and you have heard so long	Q
I mark'd the palpitation of her heart	V2
Yet she complied and strove to take a part	V2
But faint and fluttering swelling by degrees	S2
Ere self composure gave that perfect ease	S2
The soul of song then with triumphant glee	E
Resting her idle work upon her knee	E
Her little tongue soon fill'd the room around	O2
With such a voluble and magic sound	O2
That 'spite of all her pains to persevere	Z
She stopp'd to sigh and wipe a starting tear	O
Then roused herself for faults to make amends	W2
While Alfred trembled to his fingers' ends	W2
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But when this storm of feeling sunk to rest	I2
Jennet resuming sung her very best	I2
And on the ear with many a dying fall	X2
She pour'd th' enchanting Harp of Tara's Hall	X2
Still Alfred hid his raptures from her view	D2
Still touch'd the keys those raptures to renew	D2
And led her on to that sweet past'ral air	O
The Highland Laddie with the yellow hair	O
She caught the sound and with the utmost ease	S2
Bade nature's music triumph sure to please	S2
Such truth such warmth such tenderness express'd	I2
That my old heart was dancing in my breast	I2
Upsprung the youth O Jennet where's your hand	X
There's not another girl in all the land	X
If she could bring me empires bring me sight	C2
Could give me such unspeakable delight	C2
You little baggage not to tell before	R2
That you could sing mind you go home no more	R2
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Thus I have seen her from my own fire side	B
Attain the utmost summit of her pride	B
For from that singing hour as time roll'd round	O2
At the great house my Jennet might be found	O2
And while I watch'd her progress with delight	C2
She had a father's blessing every night	C2
And grew in knowledge at that moral school	Y2
Till I began to guess myself a fool	Y2
Music why she could play as well as he	E
At least I thought so but we'll let that be	E
She read the poets grave and light by turns	Z2
And talk'd of Cowper's Task and Robin Burns	Z2
Nay read without a book as I may say	N2
As much as some could with in half a day	N2
'Twas thus I found they pass'd their happy time	T2
In all their walks when nature in her prime	T2
Spread forth her scents and hues and whisper'd love	J
And joy to every bird in every grove	A3
And though their colours could not meet his eye	G
She pluck'd him flowers then talk'd of poetry	E
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Once on a sunbright morning 'twas in June	B3
I felt my spirits and my hopes in tune	B3
And idly rambled forth as if t' explore	R2
The little valley just before my door	R2
Down by yon dark green oak I found a seat	C3
Beneath the clustering thorns a snug retreat	C3
For poets as I deem'd who often prize	D3
Such holes and corners far from human eyes	D3
I mark'd young Alfred led by Jennet stray	N2
Just to the spot both chatting on their way	N2
They came behind me I was still unseen	B2
He was the elder Jennet was sixteen	B2
My heart misgave me lest I should be deem'd	E3
A prying listener never much esteem'd	E3
But this fear soon subsided and I said	F3
I'll hear this blind lad and my little maid	G3
That instant down she pluck'd a woodbine wreath	L2
The loose leaves rattled on my head beneath	L2
This was for Alfred which he seized with joy	F
O thank you Jennet said the generous boy	F
Much was their talk which many a theme supplied	B
As down they sat for every blade was dried	B
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I would have skulk'd away but dare not move	H3
Besides thought I they will not talk of love	J
But I was wrong for Alfred with a sigh	G
A little tremulous a little shy	G
But with the tenderest accents ask'd his guide	B
A question which might touch both love and pride	B
This morning Jennet why did you delay	N2
And talk to that strange clown upon your way	N2
Our homespun gardener how can you bear	O
His screech owl tones upon your perfect ear	A2
I cannot like that man yet know not why	G
He's surely quite as old again as I	G
He's ignorant and cannot be your choice	I3
And ugly too I'm certain by his voice	I3
Besides he call'd you pretty Well what then	U2
I cannot hide my face from all the men	U2
Alfred indeed indeed you are deceived	J3
He never spoke a word that I believed	J3
Nay can he think that I would leave a home	S
Full of enjoyment present and to come	T
While your dear mother's favours daily prove	H3
How sweet the bonds of gratitude and love	J
No while beneath her roof I shall remain	J2
I'll never vex you never give you pain	J2
Enough my life he cried and up they sprung	K3
By Heaven I almost wish'd that I was young	K3
It was a dainty sight to see them pass	L3
Light as the July fawns upon the grass	L3
Pure as the breath of spring when forth it spreads	M3
Love in their hearts and sunshine on their heads	M3
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Next day I felt what I was bound to do	D2
To weigh the adventure well and tell it too	D2
For Alfred's mother must not be beguiled	A
He was her earthly hope her only child	A
I had no wish no right to pass it by	G
It might bring grief perhaps calamity	E
She was the judge and she alone should know	H2
Whether to check the flame or let it grow	H2
I went with fluttering heart and moisten'd eye	G
But strong in truth and arm'd for her reply	G
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Well master Bowman why that serious face	N3
Exclaim'd the lovely dame with such a grace	N3
That had I knelt before her I had been	O3
Not quite the simplest votary ever seen	B2
I told my tale and urged that well known truth	P3
That the soft passion in the bloom of youth	P3
Starts into power and leads th' unconscious heart	V2
A chase where reason takes but little part	V2
Nothing was more in nature or more pure	Q3
And from their habits nothing was more sure	Q3
Whether the lady blush'd from pride or joy	F
I could but guess at length she said My boy	F
Dropp'd not a syllable of this to me	E
What was I doing that I could not see	E
Through all the anxious hours that I have known	Y
His welfare still was dearer than my own	Y
How have I mourn'd o'er his unhappy fate	R3
Blind as he is the heir to my estate	R3
I now might break his heart and Jennet's too	D2
What must I Bowman or what can I do	D2
Do madam said I boldly if you trace	N3
Impending degradation or disgrace	N3
In this attachment let us not delay	N2
Send my girl home and check it while you may	N2
I will she said but the next moment sigh'd	B
Parental love was struggling hard with pride	B
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I left her thus deep musing and soon found	O2
My daughter for I traced her by the sound	O2
Of Alfred's flageolet no cares had they	N2
But in the garden bower spent half the day	N2
By starts he sung then wildest trillings made	G3
To mock a piping blackbird in the glade	G3
I turn'd a corner and approach'd the pair	O
My little rogue had roses in her hair	O
She whipp'd them out and with a downcast look	S3
Conquer'd a laugh by poring on her book	S3
My object was to talk with her aside	B
But at the sight my resolution died	B
They look'd so happy in their blameless glee	E
That as I found them I e'en let them be	E
Though Jennet promised a few social hours	T3
'Midst her old friends my poultry and my flowers	T3
She came but not till fatal news had wrung	K3
Her heart through sleepless hours and chain'd her tongue	K3
She came but with a look that gave me pain	J2
For though bright sunbeams sparkled after rain	J2
Though every brood came round half run half fly	G
I knew her anguish by her alter'd eye	G
And strove with all my power where'er she came	F2
To soothe her grief yet gave it not a name	F2
At length a few sad bitter tears she shed	F3
And on both hands reclined her aching head	F3
'Twas then my time the conqueror to prove	H3
I summon'd all my rhetoric all my love	J
Jennet you must not think to pass through life	K
Without its sorrows and without its strife	K
Good dutiful and worthy as you are	Q2
You must have griefs and you must learn to bear	O
Thus I went on trite moral truths to string	D
All chaff mere chaff where love has spread his wing	D
She cared not listen'd not nor seem'd to know	H2
What was my aim but wiped her burning brow	G2
Where sat more eloquence and living power	N
Than language could embody in an hour	N
With soften'd tone I mention'd Alfred's name	F2
His wealth our poverty and that sad blame	F2
Which would have weigh'd me down had I not told	U3
The secret which I dare not keep for gold	U3
Of Alfred's love o'erheard the other morn	V3
The gardener and the woodbine and the thorn	V3
And added Though the lady sends you home	S
You are but young child and a day may come	T
She has not sent me home the girl replied	B
And rose with sobs of passion from my side	B
She has not sent me home dear father no	H2
She gives me leave to tarry or to go	H2
She has not blamed me yet she weeps no less	W3
And every tear but adds to my distress	W3
I am the cause thus all that she has done	V
Will bring the death or misery of her son	V
Jealous he might be could he but have seen	B2
How other lads approach'd where I have been	O3
But this man's voice offends his very soul	U
That strange antipathy brooks no control	U
And should I leave him now or seem unkind	I
The thought would surely wreck his noble mind	I
To leave him thus and in his utmost need	X3
Poor Alfred then you will be blind indeed	X3
I will not leave him Nay child do not rave	Y3
What would you be his menial be his slave	Y3
Yes she exclaim'd and wiped each streaming eye	G
Yes be his slave and serve him till I die	G
He is too just to act the tyrant's part	V2
He's truth itself O how my burthen'd heart	V2
Sigh'd for relief soon that relief was found	O2
Without one word we traced the meadow round	O2
Her feverish hand in mine and weigh'd the case	N3
Nor dared to look each other in the face	N3
Till with a sudden stop as if from fear	Z
I roused her sinking spirit Who comes here	A2
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Down the green slope before us glowing warm	Z3
Came Alfred tugging at his mother's arm	A4
Willing she seem'd but he still led the way	N2
She had not walk'd so fast for many a day	N2
His hand was lifted and his brow was bare	O
For now no clust'ring ringlets wanton'd there	O
He threw them back in anger and in spleen	B2
And shouted Jennet o'er the daisied green	B2
Boyish impatience strove with manly grace	N3
In ev'ry line and feature of his face	N3
His claim appear'd resistless as his choice	I3
And when he caught the sound of Jennet's voice	I3
And when with spotless soul he clasp'd the maid	G3
My heart exulted while my breath was staid	G3
Jennet we must not part return again	U2
What have I done to merit all this pain	J2
Dear mother share my fortune with the poor	B4
Jennet is mine and shall be say no more	R2
Bowman you know not what a friend I'll be	E
Give me your daughter Bowman give her me	E
Jennet what will my days be if you go	H2
A dreary darkness and a life of woe	H2
My dearest love come home and do not cry	G
You are my daylight Jennet I shall die	G
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To such appeals all prompt replies are cold	U3
And stately prudence snaps her cobweb hold	U3
Had the good widow tried or wish'd to speak	E2
This was a bond she could not dared not break	C4
Their hearts you never saw their likeness never	N
Were join'd indissolubly join'd for ever	N
Why need I tell how soon our tears were dried	B
How Jennet blush'd how Alfred with a stride	B
Bore off his prize and fancied every charm	A4
And clipp'd against his ribs her trembling arm	A4
How mute we seniors stood our power all gone	D4
Completely conquer'd Love the day had won	V
And the young vagrant triumph'd in our plight	C2
And shook his roguish plumes and laugh'd outright	C2
Yet by my life and hopes I would not part	V2
With this sweet recollection from my heart	V2
I would not now forget that tender scene	B2
To wear a crown or make my girl a queen	B2
Why need be told how pass'd the months along	Q
How sped the summer's walk the winter's song	Q
How the foil'd suitor all his hopes gave up	E4
How Providence with rapture fill'd their cup	E4
No dark regrets no tragic scenes to prove	H3
The gardener was too old to die for love	J
A thousand incidents I cast aside	B
To tell but one I gave away the bride	B
Gave the dear youth what kings could not have given	V
Then bless'd them both and put my trust in Heaven	V
There the old neighbours laugh'd the night away	N2
Who talk of Jennet's wedding to this day	N2
And could you but have seen the modest grace	N3
The half hid smiles that play'd in Jennet's face	N3
Or mark'd the bridegroom's bounding heart o'erflow	U
You might have wept for joy as I could now	G2
I speak from memory of days long past	M2
Though 'tis a father's tale I've done at last	M2
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Here rest thee rest thee Muse review the scene	B2
Where thou with me from peep of dawn hast been	O3
We did not promise that this motley throng	Q
Should every one supply a votive song	Q
Nor every tenant yet thou hast been kind	I
For untold tales must still remain behind	I
Which might o'er listening patience still prevail	U
Did fancy waver not nor daylight fail	U
The Soldier's Wife her toils his battles o'er	N
Love in a Shower the riv'let's sudden roar	R2
Then Lines to Aggravation form the close	F4
Parent of murders and the worst of woes	R
But while the changeful hours of daylight flew	U
Some homeward look'd and talk'd of evening dew	U
Some watch'd the sun's decline and stroll'd around	O2
Some wish'd another dance and partners found	O2
When in an instant every eye was drawn	D4
To one bright object on the upper lawn	D4
A fair procession from the mansion came	F2
Unknown its purport and unknown its aim	F2
No gazer could refrain no tongue could cease	G4
It seem'd an embassy of love and peace	G4
Nearer and nearer still approach'd the train	J2
Age in the van transform'd to youth again	U2
Sir Ambrose gazed and scarce believed his eyes	D3
'Twas magic memory love and blank surprise	D3
For there his venerable lady wore	R2
The very dress which sixty years before	R2
Had sparkled on her sunshine bridal morn	V3
Had sparkled ay beneath this very thorn	V3
Her hair was snowy white o'er which was seen	B2
Emblem of what her bridal cheeks had been	O3
A twin red rose no other ornament	H4
Had pride suggested or false feeling lent	I4
She came to grace the triumph of her lord	J4
And pay him honours at his festive board	J4
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Nine ruddy lasses follow'd where she stepp'd	K4
White were their virgin robes that lightly swept	K4
The downy grass in every laughing eye	G
Cupid had skulk'd and written victory	E
What heart on earth its homage could refuse	L4
Each tripp'd unconsciously a blushing Muse	L4
A slender chaplet of fresh blossoms bound	O2
Their clustering ringlets in a magic round	O2
And as they slowly moved across the green	B2
Each in her beauty seem'd a May day queen	B2
The first a wreath bore in her outstretch'd hand	X
The rest a single rose upon a wand	M4
Their steps were measured to that grassy throne	Y
Where watching them Sir Ambrose sat alone	Y
They stopp'd when she the foremost of the row	H2
Curtsied and placed the wreath upon his brow	G2
The rest in order pacing by his bower	N
In the loop'd wreath left each her single flower	N
Then stood aside What broke the scene's repose	R
The whole assembly clapp'd their hands and rose	R
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The Muses charm'd them as they form'd a ring	D
And look'd the very life and soul of Spring	D
But still the white hair'd dame they view'd with pride	B
Her love so perfect and her truth so tried	B
Oh sweet it is to hear to see to name	F2
Unquench'd affection in the palsied frame	F2
To think upon the boundless raptures past	M2
And love triumphant conquering to the last	M2
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Silenced by feeling vanquish'd by his tears	N4
The host sprung up nor felt the weight of years	O4
Yet utterance found not though in virtue's cause	P4
But acclamations fill'd up nature's pause	Q4
Till by one last and vigorous essay	N2
His tide of feeling roll'd itself away	N2
The language of delight its bondage broke	R4
And many a warm heart bless'd him as he spoke	R4
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Neighbours and friends by long experience proved	S4
Pardon this weakness I was too much moved	S4
My dame you see can youth and age insnare	N
In vain I strove 'twas more than I could bear	N
Yet hear me though the tyrant passions strive	T4
The words of truth like leading stars survive	T4
I thank you all but will accomplish more	N
Your verses shall not die as heretofore	N
Your local tales shall not be thrown away	N2
Nor war remain the theme of every lay	N2
Ours is an humbler task that may release	G4
The high wrought soul and mould it into peace	G4
These pastoral notes some victor's ear may fill	U
Breathed amidst blossoms where the drum is still	U
I purpose then to send them forth to try	N
The public patience or its apathy	E
The world shall see them why should I refrain	J2
'Tis all the produce of my own domain	J2
Farewell he said then took his lady's arm	A4
On his shrunk hand her starting tears fell warm	Z3
Again he turn'd to view the happy crowd	U4
And cried Good night good night good night aloud	U4
Health to you all for see the evening closes	V4
Then march'd to rest beneath his crown of roses	V4
Happy old man with feelings such as these	S2
The seasons all can charm and trifles please	S2
An instantaneous shout re echoed round	O2
'Twas wine and gratitude inspired the sound	O2
Some joyous souls resumed the dance again	U2
The aged loiter'd o'er the homeward plain	J2
And scatter'd lovers rambled through the park	W4
And breathed their vows of honour in the dark	W4
Others a festal harmony preferr'd	X4
Still round the thorn the jovial song was heard	X4
Dance rhymes and fame they scorn'd such things as these	S2
But drain'd the mouldy barrel to its lees	S2
As if 'twere worse than shame to want repose	R
Nor was the lawn clear till the moon arose	R
And on each turret pour'd a brilliant gleam	Y4
Of modest light that trembled on the stream	Y4
The owl awoke but dared not yet complain	J2
And banish'd silence re assumed her reign	J2

Robert Bloomfield

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