The Flies. An Eclogue. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EECCFFGG FFHHIJKKFFLL KK FFMMNNOO PP FFDDQQDD KKRSFFKKTTDDKKKK DDOOUUVVFF JIWhen in the River Cows for Coolness stand | A |
And Sheep for Breezes seek the lofty Land | A |
A Youth whom sop taught that ev'ry Tree | B |
Each Bird and Insect spoke as well as he | B |
Walk'd calmly musing in a shaded Way | C |
Where flow'ring Hawthorn broke the sunny Ray | C |
And thus instructs his Moral Pen to draw | D |
A Scene that obvious in the Field he saw | D |
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Near a low Ditch where shallow Waters meet | E |
Which never learnt to glide with liquid Feet | E |
Whose Naiads never prattle as they play | C |
But screen'd with Hedges slumber out the Day | C |
There stands a slender Fern's aspiring Shade | F |
Whose answ'ring Branches regularly layd | F |
Put forth their answ'ring Boughs and proudly rise | G |
Three Stories upward in the nether Skies | G |
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For Shelter here to shun the Noon day Heat | F |
An airy Nation of the Flies retreat | F |
Some in soft Air their silken Pinions ply | H |
And some from Bough to Bough delighted fly | H |
Some rise and circling light to perch again | I |
A pleasing Murmur hums along the Plain | J |
So when a Stage invites to pageant Shows | K |
If great and small are like appear the Beaus | K |
In Boxes some with spruce Pretension sit | F |
Some change from Seat to Seat within the Pit | F |
Some roam the Scenes or turning cease to roam | L |
Preluding Musick fills the lofty Dome | L |
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When thus a Fly if what a Fly can say | K |
Deserves attention rais'd the rural Lay | K |
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Where late Amintor made a Nymph a Bride | F |
Joyful I flew by young Favonia's side | F |
Who mindless of the Feasting went to sip | M |
The balmy Pleasure of the Shepherd's Lip | M |
I saw the Wanton where I stoop'd to sup | N |
And half resolv'd to drown me in the Cup | N |
'Till brush'd by careless Hands she soar'd above | O |
Cease Beauty cease to vex a tender Love | O |
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Thus ends the Youth the buzzing Meadow rung | P |
And thus the Rival of his Musick sung | P |
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When Suns by thousands shone in Orbs of Dew | F |
I wafted soft with Zephyretta flew | F |
Saw the clean Pail and sought the milky Chear | D |
While little Daphne seiz'd my roving Dear | D |
Wretch that I was I might have warn'd the Dame | Q |
Yet sat indulging as the Danger came | Q |
But the kind Huntress left her free to soar | D |
Ah guard ye Lovers guard a Mistress more | D |
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Thus from the Fern whose high projecting Arms | K |
The fleeting Nation bent with dusky Swarms | K |
The Swains their Love in easy Musick breathe | R |
When Tongues and Tumult stun the Field beneath | S |
Black Ants in Teams come darkning all the Road | F |
Some call to march and some to lift the Load | F |
They strain they labour with incessant Pains | K |
Press'd by the cumbrous weight of single Grains | K |
The Flies struck silent gaze with Wonder down | T |
The busy Burghers reach their earthy Town | T |
Where lay the Burthens of a wint'ry Store | D |
And thence unwearied part in search of more | D |
Yet one grave Sage a Moment's space attends | K |
And the small City's loftiest Point ascends | K |
Wipes the salt Dew that trickles down his Face | K |
And thus harangues them with the gravest Grace | K |
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Ye foolish Nurslings of the Summer Air | D |
These gentle Tunes and whining Songs forbear | D |
Your Trees and whisp'ring Breeze your Grove and Love | O |
Your Cupids Quiver and his Mother's Dove | O |
Let Bards to Business bend their vig'rous Wing | U |
And sing but seldom if they love to sing | U |
Else when the Flourets of the Season fail | V |
And this your Ferny Shade forsakes the Vale | V |
Tho' one would save ye not one Grain of Wheat | F |
Shou'd pay such Songsters idling at my Gate | F |
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He ceas'd The Flies incorrigibly vain | J |
Heard the May'r's Speech and fell to sing again | I |
Thomas Parnell
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