Lines Written In Hornsey Wood Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHH IJKKAALMNOPPAAQQRR SSTTUV WWXXYZEEAAA2A2 B2B2C2C2D2D2GGSSE2KF 2F2IJG2G2F2F2 AAJJAAAASSH2H2I2I2AA| Oh ye who pine in London smoke immured | A |
| With spirits wearied and with pains uncured | A |
| With all the catalogue of city evils | B |
| Colds asthmas rheumatism coughs blue devils | B |
| Who bid each bold empiric roll in wealth | C |
| Who drains your fortunes while he saps your health | C |
| So well ye love your dirty streets and lanes | D |
| Ye court your ailments and embrace your pains | D |
| And scarce ye know so little have ye seen | E |
| If corn be yellow or if grass be green | E |
| Why leave ye not your smoke obstructed holes | F |
| With wholesome air to cheer your sickly souls | F |
| In scenes where Health's bright goddess wakes the breeze | G |
| Floats on the stream and fans the whisp'ring trees | G |
| Soon would the brighten'd eye her influence speak | H |
| And her full roses flush the faded cheek | H |
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| Then where romantic Hornsey courts the eye | I |
| With all the charms of sylvan scenery | J |
| Let the pale sons of Diligence repair | K |
| And pause like me from sedentary care | K |
| Here the rich landscape spreads profusely wide | A |
| And here embowering shades the prospect hide | A |
| Each mazy walk in wild meanders moves | L |
| And infant oaks luxuriant grace the groves | M |
| Oaks that by time matured removed afar | N |
| Shall ride triumphant 'midst the wat'ry war | O |
| Shall blast the bulwarks of Britannia's foes | P |
| And claim her empire wide as ocean flows | P |
| O'er all the scene mellifluous and bland | A |
| The blissful powers of harmony expand | A |
| Soft sigh the zephyrs 'mid the still retreats | Q |
| And steal from Flora's lips ambrosial sweets | Q |
| Their notes of love the feather'd songsters sing | R |
| And Cupid peeps behind the vest of Spring | R |
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| Ye swains who ne'er obtain'd with all your sighs | S |
| One tender look from Chloe's sparkling eyes | S |
| In shades like these her cruelty assail | T |
| Here whisper soft your amatory tale | T |
| The scene to sympathy the maid shall move | U |
| And smiles propitious crown your slighted love | V |
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| While the fresh air with fragrance summer fills | W |
| And lifts her voice heard jocund o'er the hills | W |
| All jubilant the waving woods display | X |
| Her gorgeous gifts magnificently gay | X |
| The wond'ring eye beholds these waving woods | Y |
| Reflected bright in artificial floods | Z |
| And still the tufts of clust'ring shrubs between | E |
| Like passing sprites the nymphs and swains are seen | E |
| Till fancy triumphs in th'exulting breast | A |
| And Care shrinks back astonish'd dispossess'd | A |
| For all breathes rapture all enchantment seems | A2 |
| Like fairy visions and poetic dreams | A2 |
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| Though on such scenes the fancy loves to dwell | B2 |
| The stomach oft a different tale will tell | B2 |
| Then leave the wood and seek the shelt'ring roof | C2 |
| And put the pantry's vital strength to proof | C2 |
| The aerial banquets of the tuneful nine | D2 |
| May suit some appetites but faith not mine | D2 |
| For my coarse palate coarser food must please | G |
| Substantial beef pies puddings ducks and peas | G |
| Such food the fangs of keen disease defies | S |
| And such rare feeding Hornsey house supplies | S |
| Nor these alone the joys that court us here | E2 |
| Wine generous wine that drowns corroding care | K |
| Asserts its empire in the glittering bowl | F2 |
| And pours Promethean vigour o'er the soul | F2 |
| Here too that bluff John Bull whose blood boils high | I |
| At such base wares of foreign luxury | J |
| Who scorns to revel in imported cheer | G2 |
| Who prides in perry and exults in beer | G2 |
| On these his surly virtue shall regale | F2 |
| With quickening cyder and with fattening ale | F2 |
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| Nor think ye Fair our Hornsey has denied | A |
| The elegant repasts where you preside | A |
| Here may the heart rejoice expanding free | J |
| In all the social luxury of Tea | J |
| Whose essence pure inspires such charming chat | A |
| With nods and winks and whispers and all that | A |
| Here then while 'wrapt inspired like Horace old | A |
| We chant convivial hymns to Bacchus bold | A |
| Or heave the incense of unconscious sighs | S |
| To catch the grace that beams from beauty's eyes | S |
| Or in the winding wilds sequester'd deep | H2 |
| Th' unwilling Muse invoking fall asleep | H2 |
| Or cursing her and her ungranted smiles | I2 |
| Chase butterflies along the echoing aisles | I2 |
| Howe'er employ'd here be the town forgot | A |
| Where fogs and smoke and jostling crowds are not | A |
Thomas Gent
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