The Death Of Damon. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The ArgumentA
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Thyrsis and Damon shepherds and neighbours had always pursued the same studies and had from their earliest days been united in the closest friendship Thyrsis while traveling for improve ment received intelligence of the death of Damon and after a time returning and finding it true deplores himself and his solitary condition in this poemB
By Damon is to be understood Charles Diodati connected with the Italian city of Lucca by his Father's side in other respects an Englishman a youth of uncommon genius erudition and virtueC
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Ye Nymphs of Himera for ye have shedD
Erewhile for Daphnis and for Hylas deadD
And over Bion's long lamented bierE
The fruitless meed of many a sacred tearF
Now through the villas laved by Thames rehearseG
The woes of Thyrsis in Sicilian verseG
What sighs he heav'd and how with groans profoundH
He made the woods and hollow rocks resoundH
Young Damon dead nor even ceased to pourI
His lonely sorrows at the midnight hourJ
The green wheat twice had nodded in the earE
And golden harvest twice enrich'd the yearK
Since Damon's lips had gasp'd for vital airF
The last last time nor Thyrsis yet was thereF
For he enamour'd of the Muse remain'dL
In Tuscan Fiorenza long detain'dL
But stored at length with all he wish'd to learnM
For his flock's sake now hasted to returnM
And when the shepherd had resumed his seatN
At the elm's root within his old retreatN
Then 'twas his lot then all his loss to knowO
And from his burthen'd heart he vented thus his woeO
Go seek your home my lambs my thoughts are dueC
To other cares than those of feeding youC
Alas what Deities shall I supposeP
In heav'n or earth concern'd for human woesP
Since Oh my Damon their severe decreeQ
So soon condemns me to regret of TheeQ
Depart'st thou thus thy virtues unrepaidC
With fame and honour like a vulgar shadeC
Let him forbid it whose bright rod controlsR
And sep'rates sordid from illustrious soulsR
Drive far the rabble and to Thee assignS
A happier lot with spirits worthy thineS
Go seek your home my lambs my thoughts are dueC
To other cares than those of feeding youC
Whate'er befall unless by cruel chanceT
The wolf first give me a forbidding glanceT
Thou shalt not moulder undeplor'd but longU
Thy praise shall dwell on ev'ry shepherd's tongueV
To Daphnis first they shall delight to payW
And after Him to thee the votive layW
While Pales shall the flocks and pastures loveX
Or Faunus to frequent the field or groveY
At least if antient piety and truthZ
With all the learned labours of thy youthZ
May serve thee aught or to have left behindC
A sorrowing friend and of the tuneful kindC
Go seek your home my lambs my thoughts are dueC
To other cares than those of feeding youC
Yes Damon such thy sure reward shall beQ
But ah what doom awaits unhappy meQ
Who now my pains and perils shall divideC
As thou wast wont for ever at my sideC
Both when the rugged frost annoy'd our feetC
And when the herbage all was parch'd with heatC
Whether the grim wolf's ravage to preventC
Or the huge lion's arm'd with darts we wentC
Whose converse now shall calm my stormy dayW
With charming song who now beguile my wayW
Go seek your home my lambs my thoughts are dueC
To other cares than those of feeding youC
In whom shall I confide Whose counsel findC
A balmy med'cine for my troubled mindC
Or whose discourse with innocent delightC
Shall fill me now and cheat the wint'ry nightC
While hisses on my hearth the pulpy pearF
And black'ning chesnuts start and crackle thereF
While storms abroad the dreary meadows whelmQ
And the wind thunders thro' the neighb'ring elmQ
Go seek your home my lambs my thoughts are dueC
To other cares than those of feeding youC
Or who when summer suns their summit reachA2
And Pan sleeps hidden by the shelt'ring beechA2
When shepherds disappear Nymphs seek the sedgeB2
And the stretch'd rustic snores beneath the hedgeB2
Who then shall render me thy pleasant veinC2
Of Attic wit thy jests thy smiles againD2
Go seek your home my lambs my thoughts are dueC
To other cares than those of feeding youC
Where glens and vales are thickest overgrownE2
With tangled boughs I wander now aloneE2
Till night descend while blust'ring wind and show'rF2
Beat on my temples through the shatter'd bow'rF2
Go seek your home my lambs my thoughts are dueC
To other cares than those of feeding youC
Alas what rampant weeds now shame my fieldsG2
And what a mildew'd crop the furrow yieldsG2
My rambling vines unwedded to the treesH2
Bear shrivel'd grapes my myrtles fail to pleaseH2
Nor please me more my flocks they slighted turnM
Their unavailing looks on me and mournI2
Go seek your home my lambs my thoughts are dueC
To other cares than those of feeding youC
Aegon invites me to the hazel groveY
Amyntas on the river's bank to roveY
And young Alphesiboeus to a seatC
Where branching elms exclude the midday heatC
Here fountains spring here mossy hillocks riseJ2
Here Zephyr whispers and the stream repliesJ2
Thus each persuades but deaf to ev'ry callK2
I gain the thickets and escape them allK2
Go seek your home my lambs my thoughts are dueC
To other cares than those of feeding youC
Then Mopsus said the same who reads so wellL2
The voice of birds and what the stars foretellL2
For He by chance had noticed my returnM
What means thy sullen mood this deep concernM
Ah Thyrsis thou art either crazed with loveX
Or some sinister influence from aboveX
Dull Saturn's influence oft the shepherd rueC
His leaden shaft oblique has pierced thee throughC
Go go my lambs unpastur'd as ye areF2
My thoughts are all now due to other careF
The Nymphs amazed my melancholy seeQ
And Thyrsis cry what will become of theeQ
What would'st thou Thyrsis such should not appearK
The brow of youth stern gloomy and severeK
Brisk youth should laugh and love ah shun the fateC
Of those twice wretched mopes who love too lateC
Go go my lambs unpastur'd as ye areF2
My thoughts are all now due to other careF
Aegle with Hyas came to sooth my painC2
And Baucis' daughter Dryope the vainC2
Fair Dryope for voice and finger neatC
Known far and near and for her self conceitC
Came Chloris too whose cottage on the landsM2
That skirt the Idumanian current standsM2
But all in vain they came and but to seeQ
Kind words and comfortable lost on meQ
Go go my lambs unpastur'd as ye areF2
My thoughts are all now due to other careF
Ah blest indiff'rence of the playful herdC
None by his fellow chosen or preferr'dC
No bonds of amity the flocks enthrallL2
But each associates and is pleased with allL2
So graze the dappled deer in num'rous drovesN2
And all his kind alike the zebra loves'N2
The same law governs where the billows roarI
And Proteus' shoals o'erspread the desert shoreI
The sparrow meanest of the feather'd raceN2
His fit companion finds in ev'ry placeN2
With whom he picks the grain that suits him bestC
Flits here and there and late returns to restC
And whom if chance the falcon make his preyW
Or Hedger with his well aim'd arrow slayW
For no such loss the gay survivor grieves'N2
New love he seeks and new delight receivesN2
We only an obdurate kind rejoiceN2
Scorning all others in a single choiceN2
We scarce in thousands meet one kindred mindC
And if the long sought good at last we findC
When least we fear it Death our treasure stealsN2
And gives our heart a wound that nothing healsN2
Go go my lambs unpastur'd as ye areF2
My thoughts are all now due to other careF
Ah what delusion lured me from my flocksN2
To traverse Alpine snows and rugged rocksN2
What need so great had I to visit RomeQ
Now sunk in ruins and herself a tombQ
Or had she flourish'd still as when of oldC
For her sake Tityrus forsook his foldC
What need so great had I t'incur a pauseN2
Of thy sweet intercourse for such a causeN2
For such a cause to place the roaring seaN2
Rocks mountains woods between my friend and meN2
Else I had grasp'd thy feeble hand composedC
Thy decent limbs thy drooping eye lids closedC
And at the last had said Farewell AscendC
Nor even in the skies forget thy friendC
Go go my lambs untended homeward fareF
My thoughts are all now due to other careF
Although well pleas'd ye tuneful Tuscan swainsN2
My mind the mem'ry of your worth retainsN2
Yet not your worth can teach me less to mournI2
My Damon lost He too was Tuscan bornI2
Born in your Lucca city of renownO2
And Wit possess'd and Genius like your ownE2
Oh how elate was I when stretch'd besideC
The murm'ring course of Arno's breezy tideC
Beneath the poplar grove I pass'd my hoursN2
Now cropping myrtles and now vernal flow'rsN2
And hearing as I lay at ease alongU
Your swains contending for the prize of songU
I also dared attempt and as it seemsN2
Not much displeas'd attempting various themesN2
For even I can presents boast from youC
The shepherd's pipe and osier basket tooC
And Dati and Francini both have madeC
My name familiar to the beechen shadeC
And they are learn'd and each in ev'ry placeN2
Renown'd for song and both of Lydian RaceN2
Go go my lambs untended homeward fareF
My thoughts are all now due to other careF
While bright the dewy grass with moon beams shoneE2
And I stood hurdling in my kids aloneE2
How often have I said but thou had'st foundC
Ere then thy dark cold lodgment under groundC
Now Damon sings or springes sets for haresN2
Or wicker work for various use preparesN2
How oft indulging Fancy have I plann'dC
New scenes of pleasure that I hop'd at handC
Call'd thee abroad as I was wont and criedC
What hoa my friend come lay thy task asideC
Haste let us forth together and beguileL2
The heat beneath yon whisp'ring shades awhileL2
Or on the margin stray of Colne's clear floodC
Or where Cassivelan's grey turrets stoodC
There thou shalt cull me simples and shalt teachA2
Thy friend the name and healing pow'rs of eachA2
From the tall blue bell to the dwarfish weedC
What the dry land and what the marshes breedC
For all their kinds alike to thee are knownE2
And the whole art of Galen is thy ownE2
Ah perish Galen's art and wither'd beN2
The useless herbs that gave not health to theeN2
Twelve evenings since as in poetic dreamQ
I meditating sat some statelier themeQ
The reeds no sooner touch'd my lip though newC
And unassay'd before than wide they flewC
Bursting their waxen bands nor could sustainC2
The deep ton'd music of the solemn strainC2
And I am vain perhaps but will tellL2
How proud a theme I choose ye groves farewellL2
Go go my lambs untended homeward fareF
My thoughts are all now due to other careF
Of Brutus Dardan Chief my song shall beN2
How with his barks he plough'd the British seaN2
First from Rutupia's tow'ring headland seenP2
And of his consort's reign fair ImogenQ2
Of Brennus and Belinus brothers boldC
And of Arviragus and how of oldC
Our hardy sires th'Armorican controll'dC
And the wife of Gorlois who surprisedC
By Uther in her husband's form disguisedC
Such was the force of Merlin's art becameQ
Pregnant with Arthur of heroic fameQ
These themes I now revolve and Oh if FateC
Proportion to these themes my lengthen'd dateC
Adieu my shepherd's reed yon pine tree boughR2
Shall be thy future home there dangle ThouR2
Forgotten and disus'd unless ere longU
Thou change thy Latin for a British songU
A British even so the pow'rs of ManS2
Are bounded little is the most he canS2
And it shall well suffice me and shall beN2
Fame and proud recompense enough for meN2
If Usa golden hair'd my verse may learnM
If Alain bending o'er his chrystal urnM
Swift whirling Abra Trent's o'ershadow'd streamQ
Thames lovelier far than all in my esteemQ
Tamar's ore tinctur'd flood and after theseN2
The wave worn shores of utmost OrcadesN2
Go go my lambs untended homeward fareF
My thoughts are all now due to other careF
All this I kept in leaves of laurel rindC
Enfolded safe and for thy view design'dC
This and a gift from Manso's hand besideC
Manso not least his native city's prideC
Two cups that radiant as their giver shoneE2
Adorn'd by sculpture with a double zoneE2
The spring was graven there here slowly windC
The Red Sea shores with groves of spices linedC
Her plumes of various hues amid the boughsN2
The sacred solitary Phoenix showsN2
And watchful of the dawn reverts her headC
To see Aurora leave her wat'ry bedC
In other part th'expansive vault aboveX
And there too even there the God of loveX
With quiver arm'd he mounts his torch displaysN2
A vivid light his gem tip'd arrows blazeN2
Around his bright and fiery eyes he rollsN2
Nor aims at vulgar minds or little soulsN2
Nor deigns one look below but aiming highT2
Sends every arrow to the lofty skyT2
Hence forms divine and minds immortal learnM
The pow'r of Cupid and enamour'd burnM
Thou also Damon neither need I fearK
That hope delusive thou art also thereF
For whither should simplicity like thineS
Retire where else such spotless virtue shineS
Thou dwell'st not thought profane in shades belowL2
Nor tears suit thee cease then my tears to flowL2
Away with grief on Damon ill bestow'dC
Who pure himself has found a pure abodeC
Has pass'd the show'ry arch henceforth residesN2
With saints and heroes and from flowing tidesN2
Quaffs copious immortality and joyU2
With hallow'd lips Oh blest without alloyU2
And now enrich'd with all that faith can claimQ
Look down entreated by whatever nameQ
If Damon please thee most that rural soundC
Shall oft with ecchoes fill the groves aroundC
Or if Diodatus by which aloneE2
In those ethereal mansions thou art knownE2
Thy blush was maiden and thy youth the tasteC
Of wedded bliss knew never pure and chasteC
The honours therefore by divine decreeN2
The lot of virgin worth are giv'n to theeN2
Thy brows encircled with a radiant bandC
And the green palm branch waving in thy handC
Thou immortal Nuptials shalt rejoiceN2
And join with seraphs thy according voiceN2
Where rapture reigns and the ecstatic lyreV2
Guides the blest orgies of the blazing quireV2

William Cowper



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