Eclogue I: The Old Mansion-house Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 10 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

A Simple Gift Of Clarity
by Michael Mcguire
Ring Of Fire
by N. Khanyile
A Disturbing Dream
by Marlon Pitter
Crab Lice
by Marlon Pitter
Biography Of The Anonymous
by Gilbert Sordebabari
Lost In Search Of A Saved Child
by Michael Mcguire
Dark Lens
by Gilbert Sordebabari
The Ship
by Pieter Sanders
Rose Bush
by Aubrie J Chellman
Between Condemning Bad Acts And Doing Bad Things, Which One Is Worse?
by Marlon Pitter

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2415 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

Robert Southey

Eclogue I: The Old Mansion-house Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

About Eclogue I: The Old Mansion-house

Write your comment about Eclogue I: The Old Mansion-house poem by Robert Southey

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets

STRANGER	A
Old friend why you seem bent on parish duty	B
Breaking the highway stones and 'tis a task	C
Somewhat too hard methinks for age like yours	D
	-
	-
OLD MAN	E
Why yes for one with such a weight of years	F
Upon his back I've lived here man and boy	G
In this same parish near the age of man	E
For I am hard upon threescore and ten	H
I can remember sixty years ago	I
The beautifying of this mansion here	J
When my late Lady's father the old Squire	K
Came to the estate	L
	-
	-
STRANGER	A
Why then you have outlasted	M
All his improvements for you see they're making	N
Great alterations here	J
	-
	-
OLD MAN	E
Aye great indeed	O
And if my poor old Lady could rise up	P
God rest her soul 'twould grieve her to behold	Q
The wicked work is here	J
	-
	-
STRANGER	A
They've set about it	R
In right good earnest All the front is gone	S
Here's to be turf they tell me and a road	T
Round to the door There were some yew trees too	U
Stood in the court	V
	-
	-
OLD MAN	E
Aye Master fine old trees	W
My grandfather could just remember back	X
When they were planted there It was my task	C
To keep them trimm'd and 'twas a pleasure to me	B
All strait and smooth and like a great green wall	Y
My poor old Lady many a time would come	Z
And tell me where to shear for she had played	A2
In childhood under them and 'twas her pride	B2
To keep them in their beauty Plague I say	C2
On their new fangled whimsies we shall have	D2
A modern shrubbery here stuck full of firs	E2
And your pert poplar trees I could as soon	F2
Have plough'd my father's grave as cut them down	G2
	-
	-
STRANGER	A
But 'twill be lighter and more chearful now	H2
A fine smooth turf and with a gravel road	T
Round for the carriage now it suits my taste	I2
I like a shrubbery too it looks so fresh	J2
And then there's some variety about it	R
In spring the lilac and the gueldres rose	K2
And the laburnum with its golden flowers	E2
Waving in the wind And when the autumn comes	L2
The bright red berries of the mountain ash	M2
With firs enough in winter to look green	N2
And show that something lives Sure this is better	A
Than a great hedge of yew that makes it look	O2
All the year round like winter and for ever	A
Dropping its poisonous leaves from the under boughs	P2
So dry and bare	Q2
	-
	-
OLD MAN	E
Ah so the new Squire thinks	R2
And pretty work he makes of it what 'tis	S2
To have a stranger come to an old house	T2
	-
	-
STRANGER	A
	-
It seems you know him not	U2
	-
	-
OLD MAN	E
No Sir not I	V2
They tell me he's expected daily now	H2
But in my Lady's time he never came	W2
But once for they were very distant kin	X2
If he had played about here when a child	Y2
In that fore court and eat the yew berries	W
And sat in the porch threading the jessamine flowers	E2
That fell so thick he had not had the heart	Z2
To mar all thus	A3
	-
	-
STRANGER	A
Come come all a not wrong	B3
Those old dark windows	K2
	-
	-
OLD MAN	E
They're demolish'd too	U
As if he could not see thro' casement glass	C3
The very red breasts that so regular	A
Came to my Lady for her morning crumbs	L2
Won't know the window now	H2
	-
	-
STRANGER	A
Nay they were high	V2
And then so darken'd up with jessamine	X2
Harbouring the vermine that was a fine tree	B
However Did it not grow in and line	D3
The porch	E3
	-
	-
OLD MAN	E
All over it it did one good	F3
To pass within ten yards when 'twas in blossom	Z
There was a sweet briar too that grew beside	B2
My Lady loved at evening to sit there	Q2
And knit and her old dog lay at her feet	G3
And slept in the sun 'twas an old favourite dog	H3
She did not love him less that he was old	Q
And feeble and he always had a place	I3
By the fire side and when he died at last	J3
She made me dig a grave in the garden for him	K3
Ah I she was good to all a woful day	C2
'Twas for the poor when to her grave she went	L3
	-
	-
STRANGER	A
They lost a friend then	H
	-
	-
OLD MAN	E
You're a stranger here	J
Or would not ask that question Were they sick	M3
She had rare cordial waters and for herbs	N3
She could have taught the Doctors Then at winter	A
When weekly she distributed the bread	O3
In the poor old porch to see her and to hear	J
The blessings on her and I warrant them	P3
They were a blessing to her when her wealth	Q3
Had been no comfort else At Christmas Sir	A
It would have warm'd your heart if you had seen	N2
Her Christmas kitchen how the blazing fire	A
Made her fine pewter shine and holly boughs	P2
So chearful red and as for misseltoe	O3
The finest bough that grew in the country round	O3
Was mark'd for Madam Then her old ale went	O3
So bountiful about a Christmas cask	C
And 'twas a noble one God help me Sir	A
But I shall never see such days again	H
	-
	-
STRANGER	A
Things may be better yet than you suppose	K2
And you should hope the best	O3
	-
	-
OLD MAN	E
It don't look well	R3
These alterations Sir I'm an old man	E
And love the good old fashions we don't find	O3
Old bounty in new houses They've destroyed	O3
All that my Lady loved her favourite walk	S3
Grubb'd up and they do say that the great row	I
Of elms behind the house that meet a top	T3
They must fall too Well well I did not think	U3
To live to see all this and 'tis perhaps	V3
A comfort I shan't live to see it long	B3
	-
	-
STRANGER	A
But sure all changes are not needs for the worse	W3
My friend	O3
	-
	-
OLD MAN	E
May hap they mayn't Sir for all that	O3
I like what I've been us'd to I remember	A
All this from a child up and now to lose it	O3
'Tis losing an old friend There's nothing left	O3
As 'twas I go abroad and only meet	O3
With men whose fathers I remember boys	X3
The brook that used to run before my door	Y3
That's gone to the great pond the trees I learnt	O3
To climb are down and I see nothing now	H2
That tells me of old times except the stones	Z3
In the church yard You are young Sir and I hope	A4
Have many years in store but pray to God	O3
You mayn't be left the last of all your friends	B4
	-
	-
STRANGER	A
Well well you've one friend more than you're aware of	C4
If the Squire's taste don't suit with your's I warrant	O3
That's all you'll quarrel with walk in and taste	O3
His beer old friend and see if your old Lady	O3
E'er broached a better cask You did not know me	O3
But we're acquainted now 'Twould not be easy	O3
To make you like the outside but within	X2
That is not changed my friend you'll always find	O3
The same old bounty and old welcome there	Q2