English Grass Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFEFBDBDGHGH IDIDJKJKLDLDMIMINDND| Come horsemen all from every field | A |
| And taste this rare delight | B |
| And see what English pastures yield | A |
| To those whose hearts beat right | B |
| Come haste and quaff the stirrup cup | C |
| Turn down the empty glass | D |
| The horn is blown the hunt is up | C |
| And here's our English grass | D |
| And here are foxes swift to find | E |
| And fences strong to break | F |
| And here are doubles steep and blind | E |
| That try the best to take | F |
| And dappled hounds to keep in sight | B |
| And rivals you must pass | D |
| Before the long December night | B |
| Enshrouds the English grass | D |
| And think it not a lightsome thing | G |
| Or feat to wake your scorn | H |
| To follow where the Pytchley swing | G |
| Or lead them with the Quorn | H |
| For men have hacked the mulga trail | I |
| And packed the mountain pass | D |
| Yet found the boldest heart may fail | I |
| To ride the English grass | D |
| The meadows stretch from stream to stream | J |
| Close bitten firm and sound | K |
| No stubble stands no plough man's team | J |
| Rips up the ravaged ground | K |
| But level far as eye can see | L |
| Like smooth green tinted glass | D |
| A battle ground for bravery | L |
| Is spread the English grass | D |
| Though thorns be thick though binders lace | M |
| Though stout be stile and rail | I |
| Though nought but blood can live the pace | M |
| And nought but pluck prevail | I |
| The call's to all the field is fair | N |
| To every creed and class | D |
| So draw your girths all ye who dare | N |
| And ride the English grass | D |
William Henry Ogilvie
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