An Eclogue Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDEEFFGGHIEE JJCCKK LLMMJJCCNN OPQQRRCCNN KKSSNNCCNN SSTTUUVVNNCCCCRW XXYYNNNNCCXXCCZZRW A2A2CCVVNNCCB2B2TTCC EEKKRW JJCCXX

Now early shepheards ore ye meadow passA
And print long foot steps in the glittering grassA
The Cows unfeeding near the cottage standB
By turns obedient to the Milkers handB
Or loytring stretch beneath an Oaken shadeC
Or lett the suckling Calf defraud the maidC
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When Harry softly trod the shaven lawnD
Harry a youth from Citty care with drawnD
Unlike the lowly swains Arcadia boreE
Their Pipes but sounded in the days of yoreE
Now Gales regardless range the Vaults aboveF
And No fond swain believes they sigh for loveF
No more the Waters sympathising weepG
Our Lads unskilld in musick tend the sheepG
For Tom and Will our Yellow Ceres wavesH
And Kate instead of Chloris binds ye sheavesI
Sicilian Muse thy higher strains exploreE
Thy higher strains may suit with nature moreE
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Long was the pleasing Walk he wanderd throughJ
A Coverd arbour closd ye distant ViewJ
Cross sloping railes a lattice front supplydC
And twind the flowring woodbine crept asideC
There rests the Youth and while the featherd throngK
Raise their wild Musick thus contrives a songK
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Here wafted o're by mild Etesian airL
Thou Country Goddess Beautious Health repairL
Here lett my breast thro' quiv'ring trees inhaleM
Thy rosy blessings with the Morning galeM
The Months that wake ye fragrant year renewJ
The Sun is golden and the skys are blueJ
Fair silver sprinklings fill ye walk with lightC
The boughs are verdant and the blossoms whiteC
Yet what are these or those or all I seeN
Ah Joyless all if not enjoyd with theeN
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Come Country Goddess come nor thou sufficeO
But bring thy Mountain Sister ExerciseP
Calld by thy lively voice she turns her paceQ
Her winding horn proclaims a finishd chaceQ
She bounds the rocks she skims ye level plainR
Dogs hawks and horses croud her early trainR
Her hardy face repells the tanning windC
And lines and meshes loosely float behindC
These all as means of toil the feeble seeN
But these are helps of pleasure all wth theeN
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O come the Goddess of my rural SongK
And bring thy daughter calm content alongK
Dame of the ruddy cheek laughing eyeS
From whose bright presence clouds of trouble flyS
For her I mow my walks I platt my bowrsN
Clip my low hedges support my flowrsN
To wellcome her this summer seat I drestC
And here Ile court her when she comes to restC
She'le lead from exercise to learned EaseN
And Change again teach ye change to pleaseN
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Joy to my soul I feel the Goddess nighS
The face of Nature cheers as well as IS
Ore the flat Green refreshing Breezes runT
To make young Dazys blow beneath the sunT
While limpid waters to the bottom seenU
Lave the soft margin of the lovely GreenU
Brisk chirping birds from all the compass roveV
To tempt ye warbling Ecchoes of ye groveV
High sunny summits deeply shaded dalesN
Thick mossy banks and flowry winding valesN
With Various prospect gratify the sightC
And scatter fixd attention with delightC
Till the raisd soul by gay confusion wroughtC
Within a sphear of pleasure rolls on thoughtC
Here beautious Health for all ye year remainR
When ye next comes I'le charm thee thus againW
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But rustling boughs yt round my temples playX
Drive the deep doze of Vision swift awayX
Lett sloth ly softning till the noon in downY
Or lolling fan her in the sultry townY
Unnerve with rest turn her own diseaseN
Or foster others in luxurious easeN
I mount the Courser call ye deep'ning houndsN
The fox unkennelld flys to covert groundsN
I lead where stags through cumbrous thickets treadC
And shake the saplings with their branching headC
I make the falcons wing their airy wayX
And soar to seize or stooping strike ye preyX
To snare ye fish I fix ye luring baitC
To Wound ye fowl I load ye gun with fateC
Tis thus through changing shows of toil I rangeZ
And strength pleasure rise in ev'ry changeZ
Here beautious Health for all ye year remainR
When the next comes Ile charm thee thus againW
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Now friends my life with usefull talk refineA2
And Tullys Tusculum revives in mineA2
Now to grave books I bid ye mind retreatC
And such as make me rather good than greatC
Or o're the works of easy fancy roveV
Where pipes and innocence amuse ye groveV
The Native Bard that on Sicilian plainsN
Best sung the lowly manners of the SwainsN
Great Maro's Muse that in the finest lightC
Paints Country prospects and the charms of sightC
Strong Spencers Calender whose Moons appearB2
To trace their Changes in the rural yearB2
Sweet Pope whose lays along with Nature runT
Through all the seasons which divide ye sunT
The tender Philips lines who lately trydC
To plant Arcadia by the Severn sideC
And Gentle Gays that happily exploreE
Those British Shepheards Spencer sought beforeE
The Soft Amusements bring content AlongK
And Fancy void of sorrow runs to songK
Here Beautious Health for all ye year remainR
When the next comes Ile charm thee thus againW
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So sung the Youth But now ye cool wth drewJ
The sun had dryd the shaking drops of dewJ
Then ragd with flames insufferably brightC
shot the lattice with a checq'ring lightC
The Zephirs fall tho' not to hear his layX
And in his shade the Flyes offensive playX

Thomas Parnell



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