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 sprungA
With glowing heart and ardent eyeB
With song and rhyme upon my tongueA
And fairy visions dancing byB
The mid day sun in all his pow'rC
The backward valley painted gayD
Mine was a road without a flowerE
Where one small streamlet cross'd the wayD
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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 yearF
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What was it rous'd my soul to loveG
What made the simple brook so dearF
It glided like the weary doveG
And never brook seem'd half so clearF
Cool pass'd the current o'er my feetH
Its shelving brink for rest was madeI
But every charm was incompleteH
For Barnham Water wants a shadeI
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There faint beneath the fervid sunJ
I gaz'd in ruminating moodK
For who can see the current runJ
And snatch no feast of mental foodK
Keep pure thy soul it seem'd to sayD
Keep that fair path by wisdom trodL
That thou may'st hope to wind thy wayD
To fame worth boasting and to GodL
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Long and delightful was the dreamM
A waking dream that Fancy yieldsN
Till with regret I left the streamM
And plung'd across the barren fieldsN
To where of old rich abbeys smil'dO
In all the pomp of gothic tasteP
By fond tradition proudly styl'dO
The mighty City in the EastQ
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Near on a slope of burning sandR
The shepherd boys had met to playD
To hold the plains at their commandR
And mark the trav'ller's leatless wayD
The trav'ller with a cheerful lookS
Would every pining thought forbearF
If boughs but shelter'd Barnham brookS
He'd stop and leave his blessing thereF
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The Danish mounds of partial greenT
Still as each mouldering tower decaysU
Far o'er the bleak unwooded sceneT
Proclaim their wond'rous length of daysU
My burning feet my aching sightV
Demanded rest why did I weepW
The moon arose and such a nightV
Good Heav'n it was a sin to sleepW
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All rushing came thy hallow'd sighsX
Sweet Melancholy from my breastY
'Tis here that eastern greatness liesX
That Might Renown and Wisdom restY
Here funeral rites the priesthood gaveZ
To chiefs who sway'd prodigious powersA2
The Bigods and the Mowbrays braveZ
From Framlingham's imperial towersA2
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Full of the mighty deeds of yoreF
I bade good night the trembling beamM
Fancy e'en heard the battle's roarF
Of what but slaughter could I dreamM
Bless'd be that night that trembling beamM
Peaceful excursions Fancy madeI
All night I heard the bubbling streamM
Yet Barnham Water wants a shadeI
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Whatever hurts my country's fameB2
When wits and mountaineers derideC2
To me grows serious for I nameB2
My native plains and streams with prideC2
No mountain charms have I to singD2
No loftier minstrel's rights invadeI
From trifles oft my raptures springD2
Sweet Barnham Water wants a shadeI

Robert Bloomfield



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