The Poet, The Oyster, And Sensitive Plant Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGHIIJJKLMM NNOPQQHHRRSTUUVVUUWW XXCBYYZZA2A2B2B2MMQQ C2C2D2RE2F2IIG2G2

An Oyster cast upon the shoreA
Was heard though never heard beforeA
Complaining in a speech well wordedB
And worthy thus to be recordedC
Ah hapless wretch condemn d to dwellD
For ever in my native shellD
Ordain'd to move when others pleaseE
Not for my own content or easeE
But toss d and buffeted aboutF
Now in the water and now outF
'Twere better to be born a stoneG
Of ruder shape and feeling noneH
Than with a tenderness like mineI
And sensibilities so fineI
I envy that unfeeling shrubJ
Fast rooted against every rubJ
The plant he meant grew not far offK
And felt the sneer with scorn enoughL
Was hurt disgusted mortifiedM
And with asperity repliedM
When cry the botanists and stareN
Did plants call'd sensitive grow thereN
No matter when a poet's muse isO
To make them grow just where she choosesP
You shapeless nothing in a dishQ
You that are but almost a fishQ
I scorn your coarse insinuationH
And have most plentiful occasionH
To wish myself the rock I viewR
Or such another dolt as youR
For many a grave and learned clerkS
And many a gay unletter'd sparkT
With curious touch examines meU
If I can feel as well as heU
And when I bend retire and shrinkV
Says Well 'tis more than one would thinkV
Thus life is spent oh fie upon'tU
In being touch'd and crying Don tU
A poet in his evening walkW
O erheard and check'd this idle talkW
And your fine sense he said and yoursX
Whatever evil it enduresX
Deserves not if so soon offendedC
Much to be pitied or commendedB
Disputes though short are far too longY
Where both alike are in the wrongY
Your feelings in their full amountZ
Are all upon your own accountZ
You in your grotto work enclosedA2
Complain of being thus exposedA2
Yet nothing feel in that rough coatB2
Save when the knife is at your throatB2
Wherever driven by wind or tideM
Exempt from every ill besideM
And as for you my Lady SqueamishQ
Who reckon every touch a blemishQ
If all the plants that can be foundC2
Embellishing the scene aroundC2
Should droop and wither where they growD2
You would not feel at all not youR
The noblest minds their virtue proveE2
By pity sympathy and loveF2
These these are feelings truly fineI
And prove their owner half divineI
His censure reach d them as he dealt itG2
And each by shrinking show d he felt itG2

William Cowper



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