The Task: Book Ii, The Time-piece (excerpts) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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England with all thy faults I love thee still	B
My country and while yet a nook is left	C
Where English minds and manners may be found	D
Shall be constrain'd to love thee Though thy clime	E
Be fickle and thy year most part deform'd	F
With dripping rains or wither'd by a frost	G
I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies	H
And fields without a flow'r for warmer France	I
With all her vines nor for Ausonia's groves	J
Of golden fruitage and her myrtle bow'rs	J
To shake thy senate and from heights sublime	E
Of patriot eloquence to flash down fire	K
Upon thy foes was never meant my task	L
But I can feel thy fortunes and partake	M
Thy joys and sorrows with as true a heart	N
As any thund'rer there And I can feel	O
Thy follies too and with a just disdain	P
Frown at effeminates whose very looks	J
Reflect dishonour on the land I love	Q
How in the name of soldiership and sense	J
Should England prosper when such things as smooth	R
And tender as a girl all essenc'd o'er	K
With odours and as profligate as sweet	S
Who sell their laurel for a myrtle wreath	T
And love when they should fight when such as these	J
Presume to lay their hand upon the ark	U
Of her magnificent and awful cause	J
Time was when it was praise and boast enough	V
In ev'ry clime and travel where we might	W
That we were born her children Praise enough	V
To fill th' ambition of a private man	X
That Chatham's language was his mother tongue	Y
And Wolfe's great name compatriot with his own	Z
Farewell those honours and farewell with them	E
The hope of such hereafter They have fall'n	A2
Each in his field of glory one in arms	J
And one in council Wolfe upon the lap	B2
Of smiling victory that moment won	C2
And Chatham heart sick of his country's shame	E
They made us many soldiers Chatham still	B
Consulting England's happiness at home	E
Secur'd it by an unforgiving frown	D2
If any wrong'd her Wolfe where'er he fought	E2
Put so much of his heart into his act	F2
That his example had a magnet's force	J
And all were swift to follow whom all lov'd	G2
Those suns are set Oh rise some other such	H2
Or all that we have left is empty talk	I2
Of old achievements and despair of new	J2
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains	J
Which only poets know The shifts and turns	J
Th' expedients and inventions multiform	E
To which the mind resorts in chase of terms	J
Thought apt yet coy and difficult to win	K2
T' arrest the fleeting images that fill	B
The mirror of the mind and hold them fast	L2
And force them sit till he has pencill'd off	M2
A faithful likeness of the forms he views	J
Then to dispose his copies with such art	N
That each may find its most propitious light	W
And shine by situation hardly less	J
Than by the labour and the skill it cost	N2
Are occupations of the poet's mind	O2
So pleasing and that steal away the thought	E2
With such address from themes of sad import	P2
That lost in his own musings happy man	X
He feels th' anxieties of life denied	Q2
Their wonted entertainment all retire	R2
Such joys has he that sings But ah not such	H2
Or seldom such the hearers of his song	S2
Fastidious or else listless or perhaps	J
Aware of nothing arduous in a task	L
They never undertook they little note	T2
His dangers or escapes and haply find	O2
Their least amusement where he found the most	U2
But is amusement all Studious of song	S2
And yet ambitious not to sing in vain	P
I would not trifle merely though the world	V2
Be loudest in their praise who do no more	W2
Yet what can satire whether grave or gay	X2
It may correct a foible may chastise	J
The freaks of fashion regulate the dress	J
Retrench a sword blade or displace a patch	Y2
But where are its sublimer trophies found	D
What vice has it subdu'd whose heart reclaim'd	Z2
By rigour or whom laugh'd into reform	E
Alas Leviathan is not so tam'd	Z2
Laugh'd at he laughs again and stricken hard	A3
Turns to the stroke his adamantine scales	J
That fear no discipline of human hands	J
The pulpit therefore and I name it fill'd	B3
With solemn awe that bids me well beware	C3
With what intent I touch that holy thing	D3
The pulpit when the satirist has at last	L2
Strutting and vapouring in an empty school	E3
Spent all his force and made no proselyte	L2
I say the pulpit in the sober use	J
Of its legitimate peculiar pow'rs	J
Must stand acknowledg'd while the world shall stand	L2
The most important and effectual guard	L2
Support and ornament of Virtue's cause	J

William Cowper

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