A Description Of The Countreys Recreations Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDE FEGGEEHH IIJJKLMM NNOODDPP QQEERRST UUVVWWXA EEYYZZDDQuivering fears Heart tearing cares | A |
Anxious sighs Untimely tears | A |
Fly fly to Courts | B |
Fly to fond worldling's sports | B |
Where strained Sardonic smiles are glossing still | C |
And grief is forced to laugh against her will | C |
Where mirth's but mummery | D |
And sorrows only real be | E |
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Fly from our Countrey pastimes fly | F |
Sad troops of humane misery | E |
Come serene looks | G |
Clear as the Crystal brooks | G |
Or the pure azur'd heaven that smiles to see | E |
The rich attendance on our poverty | E |
Peace and a secure mind | H |
Which all men seek we only find | H |
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Abused Mortals did you know | I |
Where Joy Hearts ease and comforts grow | I |
You'd scorn proud towers | J |
And seek them in these bowers | J |
Where winds sometimes our woods perhaps may shake | K |
But blustering care could never tempest mak | L |
Nor murmurs e'er come nigh us | M |
Saving of fountains that glide by us | M |
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Here's no fantastick Mask nor dance | N |
But of our Kids that frisk and prance | N |
Nor wars are seen | O |
Unless upon the green | O |
Two harmless Lambs are butting one the other | D |
Which done both bleating run each to his Mother | D |
And wounds are never found | P |
Save what the Plow share gives the ground | P |
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Here are no false entrapping baits | Q |
To hasten to too hasty fates | Q |
Unless it be | E |
The fond Credulity | E |
Of silly fish which worldling like still look | R |
Upon the Bait but never on the Hook | R |
Nor envy uless among | S |
The Birds for prize of their sweet song | T |
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Go let the diving Negro seek | U |
For Gems hid in some forlorn creek | U |
We all Pearls scorn | V |
Save what the dewy morn | V |
Congeals upon each little spire of grass | W |
Which careless Shepherds beat down as they pass | W |
And gold ne'er here appears | X |
Save what the yellow Ceres bears | A |
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Blest silent Groves may ye be | E |
For ever Mirth's best Nursery | E |
May pure contents | Y |
For ever pitch their tents | Y |
Upon these Downs these Meads these Rocks these Mountains | Z |
And peace still slumber by these purling Fountains | Z |
Which we may every year | D |
Find when we come a fishing here | D |
Sir Henry Wotton
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