The Needless Alarm. A Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDEFFGGHHIIJJKKHH LLMMNNOPQQRRSSTTUUVV WHXXYZA2A2B2C2D2D2E2 E2F2G2H2H2I2I2J2J2D2 D2RRK2K2D2D2D2D2L2L2 D2D2D2D2M2N2D2D2D2D2 D2D2J2J2 OOD2D2O2O2D2D2D2D2PO D2D2D2D2P2P2Q2Q2D2D2 I2I2R2R2LLS2S2OPD2D2 S2S2S2S2D2D2D2D2D2T2 LL| There is a field through which I often pass | A |
| Thick overspread with moss and silky grass | A |
| Adjoining close to Kilwick's echoing wood | B |
| Where oft the bitch fox hides her hapless brood | C |
| Reserved to solace many a neighbouring squire | D |
| That he may follow them through brake and brier | E |
| Contusion hazarding of neck or spine | F |
| Which rural gentlemen call sport divine | F |
| A narrow brook by rushy banks conceal'd | G |
| Runs in a bottom and divides the field | G |
| Oaks intersperse it that had once a head | H |
| But now wear crests of oven wood instead | H |
| And where the land slopes to its watery bourn | I |
| Wide yawns a gulf beside a ragged thorn | I |
| Bricks line the sides but shiver'd long ago | J |
| And horrid brambles intertwine below | J |
| A hollow scoop'd I judge in ancient time | K |
| For baking earth or burning rock to lime | K |
| Not yet the hawthorn bore her berries red | H |
| With which the fieldfare wintry guest if fed | H |
| Nor Autumn yet had brush'd from every spray | L |
| With her chill hand the mellow leaves away | L |
| But corn was housed and beans were in the stack | M |
| Now therefore issued forth the spotted pack | M |
| With tails high mounted ears hung low and throats | N |
| With a whole gamut fill'd of heavenly notes | N |
| For which alas my destiny severe | O |
| Though ears she gave me two gave me no ear | P |
| The sun accomplishing his early march | Q |
| His lamp now planted on heaven's topmost arch | Q |
| When exercise and air my only aim | R |
| And heedless whither to that field I came | R |
| Ere yet with ruthless joy the happy hound | S |
| Told hill and dale that Reynard's track was found | S |
| Or with the high raised horn's melodious clang | T |
| All Kilwick and all Dinglederry rang | T |
| Sheep grazed the field some with soft bosom press'd | U |
| The herb as soft while nibbling stray'd the rest | U |
| Nor noise was heard but of the hasty brook | V |
| Struggling detain'd in many a petty nook | V |
| All seem'd so peaceful that from them convey'd | W |
| To me their peace by kind contagion spread | H |
| But when the huntsman with distended cheek | X |
| 'Gan make his instrument of music speak | X |
| And from within the wood that crash was heard | Y |
| Though not a hound from whom it burst appear'd | Z |
| The sheep recumbent and the sheep that grazed | A2 |
| All huddling into phalanx stood and gazed | A2 |
| Admiring terrified the novel strain | B2 |
| Then coursed the field around and coursed it round again | C2 |
| But recollecting with a sudden thought | D2 |
| That flight in circles urged advanced them nought | D2 |
| They gather'd close around the old pit's brink | E2 |
| And thought again but knew not what to think | E2 |
| The man to solitude accustom'd long | F2 |
| Perceives in every thing that lives a tongue | G2 |
| Not animals alone but shrubs and trees | H2 |
| Have speech for him and understood with ease | H2 |
| After long drought when rains abundant fall | I2 |
| He hears the herbs and flowers rejoicing all | I2 |
| Knows what the freshness of their hue implies | J2 |
| How glad they catch the largess of the skies | J2 |
| But with precision nicer still the mind | D2 |
| He scans of every locomotive kind | D2 |
| Birds of all feather beasts of every name | R |
| That serve mankind or shun them wild or tame | R |
| The looks and gestures of their griefs and fears | K2 |
| Have all articulation in his ears | K2 |
| He spells them true by intuition's light | D2 |
| And needs no glossary to set him right | D2 |
| This truth premised was needful as a text | D2 |
| To win due credence to what follows next | D2 |
| Awhile they mused surveying every face | L2 |
| Thou hadst supposed them of superior race | L2 |
| Their periwigs of wool and fears combined | D2 |
| Stamp'd on each countenance such marks of mind | D2 |
| That sage they seem'd as lawyers o'er a doubt | D2 |
| Which puzzling long at last they puzzle out | D2 |
| Or academic tutors teaching youths | M2 |
| Sure ne'er to want them mathematic truths | N2 |
| When thus a mutton statelier than the rest | D2 |
| A ram the ewes and wethers sad address'd | D2 |
| Friends we have lived too long I never heard | D2 |
| Sounds such as these so worthy to be fear'd | D2 |
| Could I believe that winds for ages pent | D2 |
| In earth's dark womb have found at last a vent | D2 |
| And from their prison house below arise | J2 |
| With all these hideous howlings to the skies | J2 |
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| I could be much composed nor should appear | O |
| For such a cause to feel the slightest fear | O |
| Yourselves have seen what time the thunders roll'd | D2 |
| All night me resting quiet in the fold | D2 |
| Or heard we that tremendous bray alone | O2 |
| I could expound the melancholy tone | O2 |
| Should deem it by our old companion made | D2 |
| The ass for he we know has lately stray'd | D2 |
| And being lost perhaps and wandering wide | D2 |
| Might be supposed to clamour for a guide | D2 |
| But ah those dreadful yells what soul can hear | P |
| That owns a carcass and not quake for fear | O |
| Demons produce them doubtless brazen claw'd | D2 |
| And fang'd with brass the demons are abroad | D2 |
| I hold it therefore wisest and most fit | D2 |
| That life to save we leap into the pit | D2 |
| Him answer'd then his loving mate and true | P2 |
| But more discreet than he a Cambrian ewe | P2 |
| How leap into the pit our life to save | Q2 |
| To save our life leap all into the grave | Q2 |
| For can we find it less Contemplate first | D2 |
| The depth how awful falling there we burst | D2 |
| Or should the brambles interposed our fall | I2 |
| In part abate that happiness were small | I2 |
| For with a race like theirs no chance I see | R2 |
| Of peace or ease to creatures clad as we | R2 |
| Meantime noise kills not Be it Dapple's bray | L |
| Or be it not or be it whose it may | L |
| And rush those other sounds that seem by tongues | S2 |
| Of demons utter'd from whatever lungs | S2 |
| Sounds are but sounds and till the cause appear | O |
| We have at least commodious standing here | P |
| Come fiend come fury giant monster blast | D2 |
| From earth or hell we can but plunge at last | D2 |
| While thus she spake I fainter heard the peals | S2 |
| For Reynard close attended at his heels | S2 |
| By panting dog tired man and spatter'd horse | S2 |
| Through mere good fortune took a different course | S2 |
| The flock grew calm again and I the road | D2 |
| Following that led me to my own abode | D2 |
| Much wonder'd that the silly sheep had found | D2 |
| Such cause of terror in an empty sound | D2 |
| So sweet to huntsman gentleman and hound | D2 |
| moral | T2 |
| Beware of desperate steps The darkest day | L |
| Live till to morrow will have pass'd away | L |
William Cowper
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