A Pastoral Ballad Iii: Solicitude Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAAABAB CD CDEFEFGHGH IJIJKLKLCA C DMDMININ OPO QRQSOT OTOUOQ| Why will you my passion reprove | A |
| Why term it a folly to grieve | A |
| Ere I shew you the charms of my love | A |
| She is fairer than you can believe | A |
| With her mien she enamours the brave | A |
| With her wit she engages the free | B |
| With her modesty pleases the grave | A |
| She is ev'ry way pleasing to me | B |
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| O you that have been of her train | C |
| Come and join in my amorous lays | D |
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| I could lay down my life for the swain | C |
| That will sing but a song in her praise | D |
| When he sings may the nymphs of the town | E |
| Come trooping and listen the while | F |
| Nay on him let not Phyllida frown | E |
| But I cannot allow her to smile | F |
| For when Paridel tries in the dance | G |
| Any favour with Phyllis to find | H |
| O how with one trivial glance | G |
| Might she ruin the peace of my mind | H |
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| In ringlets he dresses his hair | I |
| And his crook is be studded around | J |
| And his pipe oh may Phyllis beware | I |
| Of a magic there is in the sound | J |
| 'Tis his with mock passion to glow | K |
| 'Tis his in smooth tales to unfold | L |
| How her face is as bright as the snow | K |
| And her bosom be sure is as cold | L |
| How the nightingales labour the strain | C |
| With the notes of his charmer to vie | A |
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| How they vary their accents in vain | C |
| Repine at her triumphs and die '' | - |
| To the grove or the garden he strays | D |
| And pillages every sweet | M |
| Then suiting the wreath to his lays | D |
| He throws it at Phyllis's feet | M |
| O Phyllis he whispers more fair | I |
| More sweet than the jessamine's flow'r | N |
| What are pinks in a morn to compare | I |
| What is eglantine after a show'r | N |
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| Then the lily no longer is white | O |
| Then the rose is depriv'd of its bloom | P |
| Then the violets die with despight | O |
| And the wood bines give up their perfume '' | - |
| Thus glide the soft numbers along | Q |
| And he fancies no shepherd his peer | R |
| Yet I never should envy the song | Q |
| Were not Phyllis to lend it an ear | S |
| Let his crook be with hyacinths bound | O |
| So Phyllis the trophy despise | T |
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| Let his forehead with laurels be crown'd | O |
| So they shine not in Phyllis's eyes | T |
| The language that flows from the heart | O |
| Is a stranger to Paridel's tongue | U |
| Yet may she beware of his art | O |
| Or sure I must envy the song | Q |
William Shenstone
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