Barnham Water Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED F GFGFHIHI JKJKDLDL MNMNOPOQ RDRDSFSF TUTUVWVW XYXYZA2ZA2 FMFMMIMI B2C2B2C2D2ID2I| Fresh from the Hall of Bounty sprung | A |
| With glowing heart and ardent eye | B |
| With song and rhyme upon my tongue | A |
| And fairy visions dancing by | B |
| The mid day sun in all his pow'r | C |
| The backward valley painted gay | D |
| Mine was a road without a flower | E |
| Where one small streamlet cross'd the way | D |
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| Footnote On a sultry afternoon late in the summer of Euston Hall lay in my way to Thetford which place I did not reach until the evening on a visit to my sister the lines lose much of their interest except they could be read on the spot or at least at a coresponding season of the year | F |
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| What was it rous'd my soul to love | G |
| What made the simple brook so dear | F |
| It glided like the weary dove | G |
| And never brook seem'd half so clear | F |
| Cool pass'd the current o'er my feet | H |
| Its shelving brink for rest was made | I |
| But every charm was incomplete | H |
| For Barnham Water wants a shade | I |
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| There faint beneath the fervid sun | J |
| I gaz'd in ruminating mood | K |
| For who can see the current run | J |
| And snatch no feast of mental food | K |
| Keep pure thy soul it seem'd to say | D |
| Keep that fair path by wisdom trod | L |
| That thou may'st hope to wind thy way | D |
| To fame worth boasting and to God | L |
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| Long and delightful was the dream | M |
| A waking dream that Fancy yields | N |
| Till with regret I left the stream | M |
| And plung'd across the barren fields | N |
| To where of old rich abbeys smil'd | O |
| In all the pomp of gothic taste | P |
| By fond tradition proudly styl'd | O |
| The mighty City in the East | Q |
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| Near on a slope of burning sand | R |
| The shepherd boys had met to play | D |
| To hold the plains at their command | R |
| And mark the trav'ller's leatless way | D |
| The trav'ller with a cheerful look | S |
| Would every pining thought forbear | F |
| If boughs but shelter'd Barnham brook | S |
| He'd stop and leave his blessing there | F |
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| The Danish mounds of partial green | T |
| Still as each mouldering tower decays | U |
| Far o'er the bleak unwooded scene | T |
| Proclaim their wond'rous length of days | U |
| My burning feet my aching sight | V |
| Demanded rest why did I weep | W |
| The moon arose and such a night | V |
| Good Heav'n it was a sin to sleep | W |
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| All rushing came thy hallow'd sighs | X |
| Sweet Melancholy from my breast | Y |
| 'Tis here that eastern greatness lies | X |
| That Might Renown and Wisdom rest | Y |
| Here funeral rites the priesthood gave | Z |
| To chiefs who sway'd prodigious powers | A2 |
| The Bigods and the Mowbrays brave | Z |
| From Framlingham's imperial towers | A2 |
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| Full of the mighty deeds of yore | F |
| I bade good night the trembling beam | M |
| Fancy e'en heard the battle's roar | F |
| Of what but slaughter could I dream | M |
| Bless'd be that night that trembling beam | M |
| Peaceful excursions Fancy made | I |
| All night I heard the bubbling stream | M |
| Yet Barnham Water wants a shade | I |
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| Whatever hurts my country's fame | B2 |
| When wits and mountaineers deride | C2 |
| To me grows serious for I name | B2 |
| My native plains and streams with pride | C2 |
| No mountain charms have I to sing | D2 |
| No loftier minstrel's rights invade | I |
| From trifles oft my raptures spring | D2 |
| Sweet Barnham Water wants a shade | I |
Robert Bloomfield
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