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 2W4DW4| Nay 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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