Bacchus: Or, The Vines Of Lesbos Poem Rhyme Scheme

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As Bacchus ranging at his leisure	A
Io Bacchus king of pleasure	A
Charm'd the wide world with drink and dances	B
And all his thousand airy fancies	C
Alas he quite forgot the while	D
His fav'rite vines in Lesbos isle	D
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The God returning ere they died	E
Ah see my jolly Fawns he cried	E
The leaves but hardly born are red	F
And the bare arms for pity spread	F
The beasts afford a rich manure	G
Fly my boys and bring the cure	G
Up the mountains down the vales	H
Thro' the woods and o'er the dales	H
For this if full the clusters grow	I
Your bowls shall doubly overflow	I
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So chear'd with more officious haste	J
They bring the dung of ev'ry beast	K
The loads they wheel the roots they bare	L
They lay the rich manure with care	L
While oft he calls to labour hard	M
And names as oft the red reward	N
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The plants revive new leaves appear	O
The thick'ning clusters load the year	O
The season swiftly purple grew	P
The grapes hung dangling deep with blue	P
	-
A vineyard ripe a day serene	Q
Now calls them all to work again	R
The Fawns thro' ev'ry furrow shoot	S
To load their flaskets with the fruit	S
And now the vintage early trod	T
The wines invite the jovial God	T
	-
Strow the roses raise the song	U
See the master comes along	U
Lusty Revel join'd with Laughter	A
Whim and Frolic follow after	A
The Fawns beside the vatts remain	V
To shew the work and reap the gain	V
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All around and all around	W
They sit to riot on the ground	W
A vessel stands amidst the ring	X
And here they laugh and there they sing	X
Or rise a jolly jolly band	Y
And dance about it hand in hand	Y
Dance about and shout amain	V
Then sit to laugh and sing again	V
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But as an antient author sung	Z
The vine manur'd with ev'ry dung	Z
From ev'ry creature strangely drew	P
A tang of brutal nature too	P
'Twas hence in drinking on the lawns	A2
New turns of humour seiz'd the Fawns	A2
	-
Here one was crying out by Jove	B2
Another fight me in the grove	B2
This wounds a friend and that the trees	A2
The Lion's temper reign'd in these	A2
	-
Another grins and leaps about	C2
And keeps a merry world of rout	C2
And talks impertinently free	D2
And twenty talk the same as he	D2
Chatt'ring airy idle kind	E2
These take the Monkey turn of mind	E2
	-
Here one who saw the nymphs that stood	F2
To peep upon them from the wood	F2
Steals off to try if any maid	G2
Be lagging late beneath the shade	G2
While loose discourse another raises	A2
In naked Nature's plainest phrases	A2
And ev'ry glass he drinks enjoys	A2
With change of nonsense lust and noise	A2
Mad and careless hot and vain	V
Such as these the Goat retain	V
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Another drinks and casts it up	H2
And drinks and wants another cup	H2
Solemn silent and sedate	I2
Ever long and ever late	I2
Full of meats and full of wine	V
This takes his temper from the swine	V
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Here some who hardly seem to breathe	J2
Drink and hang the jaw beneath	K2
Gaping tender apt to weep	L2
Their natures alter'd by the sheep	L2
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'Twas thus one autumn all the crew	P
If what the Poets sing be true	P
While Bacchus made the merry feast	K
Inclin'd to one or other beast	K
And since 'tis said for many a mile	D
He spread the vines of Lesbos isle	D

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