The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCCDCDD A EFEFFGFHG A ICIJJCJCC KLKLLDLDD CJCJMDJDD NCNCCOCOO ICICCPCPP HCHCCCCCC C QGQGGRGRR C SISLICICC C TUTUUVUVV C CHCHCUHU C WJWJJCJC PCPCCCCC XU UUUUU UDUDYZDZ PA2PA2A2CA2C UUUUU U C B2PB2PPA2PA2A2 C UI | A |
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'Twas in that mellow season of the year | B |
When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves | C |
Till they be gold and with a broader sphere | B |
The Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheaves | C |
When more abundantly the spider weaves | C |
And the cold wind breathes from a chillier clime | D |
That forth I fared on one of those still eves | C |
Touch'd with the dewy sadness of the time | D |
To think how the bright months had spent their prime | D |
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II | A |
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So that wherever I address'd my way | E |
I seem'd to track the melancholy feet | F |
Of him that is the Father of Decay | E |
And spoils at once the sour weed and the sweet | F |
Wherefore regretfully I made retreat | F |
To some unwasted regions of my brain | G |
Charm'd with the light of summer and the heat | F |
And bade that bounteous season bloom again | H |
And sprout fresh flowers in mine own domain | G |
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III | A |
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It was a shady and sequester'd scene | I |
Like those famed gardens of Boccaccio | C |
Planted with his own laurels evergreen | I |
And roses that for endless summer blow | J |
And there were fountain springs to overflow | J |
Their marble basins and cool green arcades | C |
Of tall o'erarching sycamores to throw | J |
Athwart the dappled path their dancing shades | C |
With timid coneys cropping the green blades | C |
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IV | - |
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And there were crystal pools peopled with fish | K |
Argent and gold and some of Tyrian skin | L |
Some crimson barr'd and ever at a wish | K |
They rose obsequious till the wave grew thin | L |
As glass upon their backs and then dived in | L |
Quenching their ardent scales in watery gloom | D |
Whilst others with fresh hues row'd forth to win | L |
My changeable regard for so we doom | D |
Things born of thought to vanish or to bloom | D |
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V | - |
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And there were many birds of many dyes | C |
From tree to tree still faring to and fro | J |
And stately peacocks with their splendid eyes | C |
And gorgeous pheasants with their golden glow | J |
Like Iris just bedabbled in her bow | M |
Beside some vocalists without a name | D |
That oft on fairy errands come and go | J |
With accents magical and all were tame | D |
And peckled at my hand where'er I came | D |
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VI | - |
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And for my sylvan company in lieu | N |
Of Pampinea with her lively peers | C |
Sate Queen Titania with her pretty crew | N |
All in their liveries quaint with elfin gears | C |
For she was gracious to my childish years | C |
And made me free of her enchanted round | O |
Wherefore this dreamy scene she still endears | C |
And plants her court upon a verdant mound | O |
Fenced with umbrageous woods and groves profound | O |
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VII | - |
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'Ah me ' she cries 'was ever moonlight seen | I |
So clear and tender for our midnight trips | C |
Go some one forth and with a trump convene | I |
My lieges all ' Away the goblin skips | C |
A pace or two apart and deftly strips | C |
The ruddy skin from a sweet rose's cheek | P |
Then blows the shuddering leaf between his lips | C |
Making it utter forth a shrill small shriek | P |
Like a fray'd bird in the gray owlet's beak | P |
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VIII | - |
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And lo upon my fix'd delighted ken | H |
Appear'd the loyal Fays Some by degrees | C |
Crept from the primrose buds that open'd then | H |
Ana some from bell shaped blossoms like the bees | C |
Some from the dewy meads and rushy leas | C |
Flew up like chafers when the rustics pass | C |
Some from the rivers others from tall trees | C |
Dropp'd like shed blossoms silent to the grass | C |
Spirits and elfins small of every class | C |
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IX | C |
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Peri and Pixy and quaint Puck the Antic | Q |
Brought Robin Goodfellow that merry swain | G |
And stealthy Mab queen of old realms romantic | Q |
Came too from distance in her tiny wain | G |
Fresh dripping from a cloud some bloomy rain | G |
Then circling the bright Moon had wash'd her car | R |
And still bedew'd it with a various stain | G |
Lastly came Ariel shooting from a star | R |
Who bears all fairy embassies afar | R |
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X | C |
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But Oberon that night elsewhere exiled | S |
Was absent whether some distemper'd spleen | I |
Kept him and his fair mate unreconciled | S |
Or warfare with the Gnome whose race had been | L |
Sometime obnoxious kept him from his queen | I |
And made her now peruse the starry skies | C |
Prophetical with such an absent mien | I |
Howbeit the tears stole often to her eyes | C |
And oft the Moon was incensed with her sighs | C |
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XI | C |
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Which made the elves sport drearily and soon | T |
Their hushing dances languish'd to a stand | U |
Like midnight leaves when as the Zephyrs swoon | T |
All on their drooping stems they sink unfann'd | U |
So into silence droop'd the fairy band | U |
To see their empress dear so pale and still | V |
Crowding her softly round on either hand | U |
As pale as frosty snowdrops and as chill | V |
To whom the sceptred dame reveals her ill | V |
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XII | C |
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'Alas ' quoth she 'ye know our fairy lives | C |
Are leased upon the fickle faith of men | H |
Not measured out against Fate's mortal knives | C |
Like human gosamers we perish when | H |
We fade and are forgot in worldly kens | C |
Though poesy has thus prolong'd our date | U |
Thanks be to the sweet Bard's auspicious pen | H |
That rescued us so long howbeit of late | U |
I feel some dark misgivings of our fate ' | - |
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XIII | C |
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'And this dull day my melancholy sleep | W |
Hath been so thronged with images of woe | J |
That even now I cannot choose but weep | W |
To think this was some sad prophetic show | J |
Of future horror to befall us so | J |
Of mortal wreck and uttermost distress | C |
Yea our poor empire's fall and overthrow | J |
For this was my long vision's dreadful stress | C |
And when I waked my trouble was not less ' | - |
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XIV | - |
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'Whenever to the clouds I tried to seek | P |
Such leaden weight dragg'd these Icarian wings | C |
My faithless wand was wavering and weak | P |
And slimy toads had trespass'd in our rings | C |
The birds refused to sing for me all things | C |
Disown'd their old allegiance to our spells | C |
The rude bees prick'd me with their rebel stings | C |
And when I pass'd the valley lily's bells | C |
Rang out methought most melancholy knells ' | - |
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XV | - |
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'And ever on the faint and flagging air | X |
A doleful spirit with a dreary note | U |
Cried in my fearful ear 'Prepare prepare ' | - |
Which soon I knew came from a raven's throat | U |
Perch'd on a cypress bough not far remote | U |
A cursed bird too crafty to be shot | U |
That alway cometh with his soot black coat | U |
To make hearts dreary for he is a blot | U |
Upon the book of life as well ye wot ' | - |
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XVI | - |
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'Wherefore some while I bribed him to be mute | U |
With bitter acorns stuffing his foul maw | D |
Which barely I appeased when some fresh bruit | U |
Startled me all aheap and soon I saw | D |
The horridest shape that ever raised my awe | Y |
A monstrous giant very huge and tall | Z |
Such as in elder times devoid of law | D |
With wicked might grieved the primeval ball | Z |
And this was sure the deadliest of them all ' | - |
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XVII | - |
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'Gaunt was he as a wolf of Languedoc | P |
With bloody jaws and frost upon his crown | A2 |
So from his barren poll one hoary lock | P |
Over his wrinkled front fell far adown | A2 |
Well nigh to where his frosty brows did frown | A2 |
Like jagged icicles at cottage eaves | C |
And for his coronal he wore some brown | A2 |
And bristled ears gather'd from Ceres' sheaves | C |
Entwined with certain sere and russet leaves ' | - |
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XVIII | - |
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'And lo upon a mast rear'd far aloft | U |
He bore a very bright and crescent blade | U |
The which he waved so dreadfully and oft | U |
In meditative spite that sore dismay'd | U |
I crept into an acorn cup for shade | U |
Meanwhile the horrid effigy went by | - |
I trow his look was dreadful for it made | U |
The trembling birds betake them to the sky | - |
For every leaf was lifted by his sigh ' | - |
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XIX | C |
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'And ever as he sigh'd his foggy breath | B2 |
Blurr'd out the landscape like a flight of smoke | P |
Thence knew I this was either dreary Death | B2 |
Or Time who leads all creatures to his stroke | P |
Ah wretched me ' Here even as she spoke | P |
The melancholy Shape came gliding in | A2 |
And lean'd his back against an antique oak | P |
Folding his wings that were so fine and thin | A2 |
They scarce were seen against the Dryad's skin | A2 |
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XX | C |
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Then what a fear seized all the little rout | U |
Look how a flock of | - |
Thomas Hood
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