The Manners - An O D E Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGHHIIIIII JJIIIIIIKKLLMMIINNOO PPQQRSTTIIUUIIVVIIWW XXYYIILLIIIIZZIIA2A2

FAREWELL for clearer Ken design'dA
The dim discover'd Tracts of MindA
Truths which from Action's Paths retir'dB
My silent Search in vain requir'dC
No more my Sail that Deep exploresD
No more I search those magic ShoresD
What Regions part the World of SoulE
Or whence thy Streams Opinion rollE
If e'er I round such Rairy FieldF
Some Pow'r impart the Spear and ShieldF
At which the Wizzard Passions flyG
By which the giant Follies dieG
Farewell the Porch whose Roof is seenH
Arch'd with th'enlivening Olive's GreenH
Where Science prank'd in tissued VestI
By Reason Pride and Fancy drestI
Comes like a Bride so trim array'dI
To wed with Doubt in Plato's ShadeI
Youth of the quick uncheated SightI
Thy Walks Observance more inviteI
O Thou who lov'st that ampler RangeJ
Where Life's wide Prospects round thee changeJ
And with her mingling Sons ally'dI
Throw'st the prattling Page asideI
To me in Converse sweet impartI
To read in Man the native HeartI
To learn where Science sure is foundI
From Nature as she lives aroundI
And gazing oft her Mirror trueK
By turns each shifting Image viewK
Till meddling Art's officious LoreL
Reverse the lessons taught beforeL
Alluring him from a safer RuleM
To dream in her enchanted SchoolM
Thou Heav'n whate'er of Great we boastI
Hast blest this social Science mostI
Retiring hence to thoughtful CellN
As Fancy breathes her potent SpellN
Not vain she finds the charmful TaskO
In Pageant quaint in motley MaskO
Behold before her musing EyesP
The countless Manners round her riseP
While ever varying as they passQ
To some Contempt applies her GlassQ
With these the white rob'd Maids combineR
And those the laughing Satyrs joinS
But who is He whom now she viewsT
In Robe of wild contending HuesT
Thou by the Passions nurs'd I greetI
The comic Sock that binds thy FeetI
O Humour Thou whose Name is knownU
To Britain's favor'd Isle aloneU
Me too amidst thy Band admitI
There where the young eyed healthful WitI
Whose Jewels in his crisped HairV
Are plac'd each other's Beams to shareV
Whom no Delights from Thee divideI
In Laughter loos'd attends thy SideI
By old Miletus who so longW
Has ceas'd his Love inwoven SongW
By all you taught the Tuscan MaidsX
In chang'd Italia's modern ShadesX
By Him whose Knight's distinguish'd NameY
Refin'd a Nation's Lust of FameY
Whose Tales ev'n now with Echos sweetI
Castilia's Moorish Hills repeatI
Or Him whome Seine's blue Nymphs deploreL
In watchet Weeds on Gallia's ShoreL
Who drew the sad Sicilian MaidI
By Virtues in her Sire betray'dI
O Nature boon from whom proceedI
Each forceful Thought each prompted DeedI
If but from Thee I hope to feelZ
On all my Heart imprint thy SealZ
Let some retreating Cynic findI
Those oft turn'd Scrolls I leave behindI
The Sports and I this Hour agreeA2
To rove thy Scene full World with TheeA2

William Collins



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