Eclogue Vi. The Ruined Cottage Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Aye Charles I knew that this would fix thine eye	A
This woodbine wreathing round the broken porch	B
Its leaves just withering yet one autumn flower	C
Still fresh and fragrant and yon holly hock	D
That thro' the creeping weeds and nettles tall	E
Peers taller and uplifts its column'd stem	F
Bright with the broad rose blossoms I have seen	G
Many a fallen convent reverend in decay	H
And many a time have trod the castle courts	I
And grass green halls yet never did they strike	J
Home to the heart such melancholy thoughts	K
As this poor cottage Look its little hatch	L
Fleeced with that grey and wintry moss the roof	M
Part mouldered in the rest o'ergrown with weeds	N
House leek and long thin grass and greener moss	O
So Nature wars with all the works of man	P
And like himself reduces back to earth	Q
His perishable piles	R
I led thee here	S
Charles not without design for this hath been	T
My favourite walk even since I was a boy	U
And I remember Charles this ruin here	S
The neatest comfortable dwelling place	V
That when I read in those dear books that first	W
Woke in my heart the love of poesy	V
How with the villagers Erminia dwelt	X
And Calidore for a fair shepherdess	V
Forgot his quest to learn the shepherd's lore	Y
My fancy drew from this the little hut	Z
Where that poor princess wept her hopeless love	A2
Or where the gentle Calidore at eve	B2
Led Pastorella home There was not then	C2
A weed where all these nettles overtop	D2
The garden wall but sweet briar scenting sweet	E2
The morning air rosemary and marjoram	F2
All wholesome herbs and then that woodbine wreath'd	E2
So lavishly around the pillared porch	B
Its fragrant flowers that when I past this way	H
After a truant absence hastening home	G2
I could not chuse but pass with slacken'd speed	E2
By that delightful fragrance Sadly changed	E2
Is this poor cottage and its dwellers Charles	V
Theirs is a simple melancholy tale	H2
There's scarce a village but can fellow it	E2
And yet methinks it will not weary thee	I2
And should not be untold	E2
A widow woman	J2
Dwelt with her daughter here just above want	E2
She lived on some small pittance that sufficed	E2
In better times the needful calls of life	K2
Not without comfort I remember her	C
Sitting at evening in that open door way	H
And spinning in the sun methinks I see her	C
Raising her eyes and dark rimm'd spectacles	V
To see the passer by yet ceasing not	E2
To twirl her lengthening thread Or in the garden	J2
On some dry summer evening walking round	E2
To view her flowers and pointing as she lean'd	E2
Upon the ivory handle of her stick	L2
To some carnation whose o'erheavy head	E2
Needed support while with the watering pot	E2
Joanna followed and refresh'd and trimm'd	E2
The drooping plant Joanna her dear child	E2
As lovely and as happy then as youth	M2
And innocence could make her	C
Charles it seems	V
As tho' I were a boy again and all	E
The mediate years with their vicissitudes	V
A half forgotten dream I see the Maid	E2
So comely in her Sunday dress her hair	N2
Her bright brown hair wreath'd in contracting curls	V
And then her cheek it was a red and white	E2
That made the delicate hues of art look loathsome	F2
The countrymen who on their way to church	O2
Were leaning o'er the bridge loitering to hear	S
The bell's last summons and in idleness	V
Watching the stream below would all look up	D2
When she pass'd by And her old Mother Charles	V
When I have beard some erring infidel	P2
Speak of our faith as of a gloomy creed	E2
Inspiring fear and boding wretchedness	V
Her figure has recurr'd for she did love	A2
The sabbath day and many a time has cross'd	E2
These fields in rain and thro' the winter snows	V
When I a graceless boy wishing myself	Q2
By the fire side have wondered why 'she' came	R2
Who might have sate at home	G2
One only care	N2
Hung on her aged spirit For herself	Q2
Her path was plain before her and the close	V
Of her long journey near But then her child	E2
Soon to be left alone in this bad world	E2
That was a thought that many a winter night	E2
Had kept her sleepless and when prudent love	A2
In something better than a servant's slate	E2
Had placed her well at last it was a pang	S2
Like parting life to part with her dear girl	T2
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One summer Charles when at the holydays	V
Return'd from school I visited again	C2
My old accustomed walks and found in them	F
A joy almost like meeting an old friend	E2
I saw the cottage empty and the weeds	V
Already crowding the neglected flowers	V
Joanna by a villain's wiles seduced	E2
Had played the wanton and that blow had reach'd	E2
Her mother's heart She did not suffer long	U2
Her age was feeble and the heavy blow	V2
Brought her grey hairs with sorrow to the grave	W2
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I pass this ruin'd dwelling oftentimes	V
And think of other days It wakes in me	I2
A transient sadness but the feelings Charles	V
That ever with these recollections rise	V
I trust in God they will not pass away	H

Robert Southey

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