Pastoral Sung To The King Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFGHHIJJKLMN OJJJFFPPFFQQRRRSSRFP PBBFTTRUPPPU| Pastoral Sung To The King | 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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