On A Landscape Bt Rubens Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQMRS TUVWFXYZA2B2C2D2E2F2 G2H2I2J2K2L2M2N2O2P2 Q2F2R2FS2T2U2AZV2W2A 2X2Y2S2O2DZ2Y2A3DB3C 3D3E3F3G3W2H3I3J3K3L 3M3N3P2O3Z2J2P3Q3R3O 2Z2P2K2Z2D3W2S3T3U3V 3X2Z2Z2Z2Z2Z2W3Z2Q3X 3D2Z2Y3Z2J2X2E2W2Z3A 4BWB4C4Z2Z2U3ND4T2E4 F4G4I2KZ2U3H4I4DJ4K4 L4HM4A2V2N4O4P4D3Z2Z 2Q4Z2Z2F2DE3Z2Z2Z2Z2 DR4DZ2DX2H4Z2Z2DS4P2 DT4Z2F3Z2Z2Z2U4Z2V4Z 2W4DW4Nay let us gaze ev'n till the sense is full | A |
Upon the rich creation shadowed so | B |
That not great Nature in her loftiest pomp | C |
Of living beauty ever on the sight | D |
Rose more magnificent nor aught so fair | E |
Hath Fancy in her wildest brightest mood | F |
Imaged of things most lovely when the sounds | G |
Of this cold cloudy world at distance sink | H |
And all alone the warm idea lives | I |
Of what is great or beautiful or good | J |
In Nature's general plan | K |
So the vast scope | L |
O Rubens of thy mighty mind and such | M |
The fervour of thy pencil pouring wide | N |
The still illumination that the mind | O |
Pauses absorbed and scarcely thinks what powers | P |
Of mortal art the sweet enchantment wrought | Q |
She sees the painter with no human touch | M |
Create embellish animate at will | R |
The mimic scenes from Nature's ampler range | S |
Caught as by inspiration while the clouds | T |
High wandering and the fairest form of things | U |
Seem at his bidding to emerge and burn | V |
With radiance and with life | W |
Let us subdued | F |
Now to the magic of the moment lose | X |
The thoughts of life and mingle every sense | Y |
Ev'n in the scenes before us | Z |
The fresh morn | A2 |
Of summer shines the white clouds of the east | B2 |
Are crisped beneath the bright blue champaign steams | C2 |
The banks the meadows and the flowers send up | D2 |
An incensed exhalation like the meek | E2 |
And holy praise of Him whose soul's deep joy | F2 |
The lone woods witness Thou whose heart is sick | G2 |
Of vanities who in the throng of men | H2 |
Dost feel no lenient fellowship whose eye | I2 |
Turns with a languid carelessness around | J2 |
Upon the toiling crowd still murmuring on | K2 |
Restless oh think in summer scenes like these | L2 |
How sweet the sense of quiet gladness is | M2 |
That like the silent breath of morning steals | N2 |
From lowly nooks and feels itself expand | O2 |
Amid the works of Nature to the Power | P2 |
That made them to the awful thought of HIM | Q2 |
Who when the morning stars shouted for joy | F2 |
Bade the great sun from tenfold darkness burst | R2 |
The green earth roll in light and solitude | F |
First hear the voice of man whilst hills and woods | S2 |
Stood eminent in orient hues arrayed | T2 |
His dwelling and all living Nature smiled | U2 |
As in this pictured semblance beaming full | A |
Before us | Z |
Mark again the various view | V2 |
Some city's far off spires and domes appear | W2 |
Breaking the long horizon where the morn | A2 |
Sits blue and soft what glowing imagery | X2 |
Is spread beneath Towns villages light smoke | Y2 |
And scarce seen windmill sails and devious woods | S2 |
Chequering 'mid sunshine the grass level land | O2 |
That stretches from the sight | D |
Now nearer trace | Z2 |
The forms of trees distinct the broad brown oak | Y2 |
The poplars that with silvery trunks incline | A3 |
Shading the lonely castle flakes of light | D |
Are flung behind the massy groups that now | B3 |
Enlarging and enlarging still unfold | C3 |
Their separate beauties But awhile delay | D3 |
Pass the foot bridge and listen for we hear | E3 |
Or think we hear her listen to the song | F3 |
Of yonder milkmaid as she brims her pail | G3 |
Whilst in the yellow pasture pensive near | W2 |
The red cows ruminate | H3 |
Break off break off for lo where all alarmed | I3 |
The small birds from the late resounding perch | J3 |
Fly various hushed their early song and mark | K3 |
Beneath the darkness of the bramble bank | L3 |
That overhangs the half seen brook where nod | M3 |
The flowing rushes dew besprent with breast | N3 |
Ruddy and emerald wing the kingfisher | P2 |
Steals through the dripping sedge away What shape | O3 |
Of terrors scares the woodland habitants | Z2 |
Marring the music of the dawn Look round | J2 |
See where he creeps beneath the willowy stump | P3 |
Cowering and low step silent after step | Q3 |
The booted fowler keen his look and fixed | R3 |
Upon the adverse bank while with firm hand | O2 |
He grasps the deadly tube his dog with ears | Z2 |
Hung back and still and steady eye of fire | P2 |
Points to the prey the boor intent moves on | K2 |
Panting and creeping close beneath the leaves | Z2 |
And fears lest ev'n the rustling reeds betray | D3 |
His footfall nearer yet and yet more near | W2 |
He stalks Who now shall save the heedless group | S3 |
The speckled partridges that in the sun | T3 |
On yonder hillock green across the stream | U3 |
Bask unalarmed beneath the hawthorn bush | V3 |
Whose aged boughs the crawling blackberry | X2 |
Entwines | Z2 |
And thus upon the sweetest scenes | Z2 |
Of human loveliness and social peace | Z2 |
Domestic when the full fond heart reclines | Z2 |
Upon its hopes and almost mingles tears | Z2 |
Of joy to think that in this hollow world | W3 |
Such bliss should be its portion then alas | Z2 |
The bitter change then with his unheard step | Q3 |
In darkness shrouded yet approaching fast | X3 |
Death from amidst the sunny flowers lifts up | D2 |
His giant dread anatomy and smites | Z2 |
Smites the fair prospect once whilst every bloom | Y3 |
Hangs shrivelled and a sound of mourning fills | Z2 |
The lone and blasted valley but no sound | J2 |
Is here of sorrow or of death though she | X2 |
The country Kate with shining morning cheek | E2 |
Who in the tumbril with her market gear | W2 |
Sits seated high seems to expect the flash | Z3 |
Exploding that shall lay the innocent | A4 |
And feathered tenants of the landscape low | B |
Not so the clown who heedless whether life | W |
Or death betide across the plashy ford | B4 |
Drives slow the beasts plod on foot following foot | C4 |
Aged and grave with half erected ears | Z2 |
As now his whip above their matted manes | Z2 |
Hangs tremulous while the dark and shallow stream | U3 |
Flashes beneath their fetlock he astride | N |
On harness saddle not a sidelong look | D4 |
Deigns at the breathing landscape or the maid | T2 |
Smiling behind the cold and lifeless calf | E4 |
Her sole companion and so mated oft | F4 |
Is some sweet maid whose thrilling heart was formed | G4 |
For dearer fellowship But lift the eye | I2 |
And hail the abode of rural ease The man | K |
Walks forth from yonder antique hall that looks | Z2 |
The mistress of the scene its turrets gleam | U3 |
Amid the trees and cheerful smoke is seen | H4 |
As if no spectred shape though most retired | I4 |
The spot there ever wandered stoled in white | D |
Along the midnight chambers but quaint Mab | J4 |
Her tiny revels led till the rare dawn | K4 |
Peeped out and chanticleer his shrill alarm | L4 |
Beneath the window rang then with a wink | H |
The shadowy rout have vanished | M4 |
As the morn | A2 |
Jocund ascends how lovely is the view | V2 |
To him who owns the fair domain The friend | N4 |
Of his still hours is near to whom he vowed | O4 |
His truth her eyes reflect his bliss his heart | P4 |
Beats high with joy his little children play | D3 |
Pleased in his pathway one the scattered flowers | Z2 |
Straggling collects the other spreads its arms | Z2 |
In speechless blandishment upon the neck | Q4 |
Of its caressing nurse | Z2 |
Still let us gaze | Z2 |
And image every form of heartfelt joy | F2 |
Which scenes like these bestow that charm the sight | D |
Yet soothe the spirit All is quiet here | E3 |
Yet cheerful as the green sea when it shines | Z2 |
In some still bay shines in its loneliness | Z2 |
Beneath the breeze that moves and hardly moves | Z2 |
The placid surface | Z2 |
On the balustrade | D |
Of the old bridge that o'er the moat is thrown | R4 |
The fisher with his angle leans intent | D |
And turns from the bright pomp of spreading plains | Z2 |
To watch the nimble fry that glancing oft | D |
Beneath the gray arch shoot Oh happiest he | X2 |
Who steals through life untroubled as unseen | H4 |
The distant city with its crowded spires | Z2 |
That dimly shines upon his view awakes | Z2 |
No thought but that of pleasure more composed | D |
As the winds whisper him to sounder sleep | S4 |
He leans upon the faithful arm of her | P2 |
For whom his youthful heart beat fondly beat | D |
When life was new time steals away yet health | T4 |
And exercise are his and in these shades | Z2 |
Though sometimes he has mourned a proud world's wrong | F3 |
He feels an independence that all cares | Z2 |
Breasts with a carol of content he hears | Z2 |
The green leaves of his old paternal trees | Z2 |
Make music soothing as they stir the elm | U4 |
And poplar with its silvery trunk that shades | Z2 |
The green sward of the bank before his porch | V4 |
Are to him as companions whilst he turns | Z2 |
With more endearment to the living smile | W4 |
Of those his infants who when he is dead | D |
Shal | W4 |
William Lisle Bowles
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