A Pastoral Sung To The King Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFGHHIJJKLMN OJJJFFPPFFQQRRRSSRFP PBBFTTRUPPPUMONTANO SILVIO AND MIRTILLO SHEPHERDS | A |
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MON Bad are the times SIL And worse than they are we | B |
MON Troth bad are both worse fruit and ill the tree | B |
The feast of shepherds fail SIL None crowns the cup | C |
Of wassail now or sets the quintel up | C |
And he who used to lead the country round | D |
Youthful Mirtillo here he comes grief drown'd | D |
AMBO Let's cheer him up SIL Behold him weeping ripe | E |
MIRT Ah Amarillis farewell mirth and pipe | E |
Since thou art gone no more I mean to play | F |
To these smooth lawns my mirthful roundelay | F |
Dear Amarillis MON Hark SIL Mark MIRT This | G |
earth grew sweet | H |
Where Amarillis thou didst set thy feet | H |
AMBO Poor pitied youth MIRT And here the breath | I |
of kine | J |
And sheep grew more sweet by that breath of thine | J |
This dock of wool and this rich lock of hair | K |
This ball of cowslips these she gave me here | L |
SIL Words sweet as love itself MON Hark | M |
MIRT This way she came and this way too she went | N |
How each thing smells divinely redolent | O |
Like to a field of beans when newly blown | J |
Or like a meadow being lately mown | J |
MON A sweet sad passion | J |
MIRT In dewy mornings when she came this way | F |
Sweet bents would bow to give my Love the day | F |
And when at night she folded had her sheep | P |
Daisies would shut and closing sigh and weep | P |
Besides Ai me since she went hence to dwell | F |
The Voice's Daughter ne'er spake syllable | F |
But she is gone SIL Mirtillo tell us whither | Q |
MIRT Where she and I shall never meet together | Q |
MON Fore fend it Pan and Pales do thou please | R |
To give an end MIRT To what SIL Such griefs | R |
as these | R |
MIRT Never O never Still I may endure | S |
The wound I suffer never find a cure | S |
MON Love for thy sake will bring her to these hills | R |
And dales again MIRT No I will languish still | F |
And all the while my part shall be to weep | P |
And with my sighs call home my bleating sheep | P |
And in the rind of every comely tree | B |
I'll carve thy name and in that name kiss thee | B |
MON Set with the sun thy woes SIL The day | F |
grows old | T |
And time it is our full fed flocks to fold | T |
CHOR The shades grow great but greater grows | R |
our sorrow | U |
But let's go steep | P |
Our eyes in sleep | P |
And meet to weep | P |
To morrow | U |
Robert Herrick
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