A Pastoral Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFGHIJIJ KLKLCMCM NONPQRQR STSTUVUV ALALWSWS| Ye shepherds so cheerful and gay | A |
| Whose flocks never carelessly roam | B |
| Should Corydon's happen to stray | A |
| Oh call the poor wanderers home | B |
| Allow me to muse and to sigh | C |
| Nor talk of the change that ye find | D |
| None once was so watchful as I | C |
| I have left my dear Phillis behind | D |
| Now I know what it is to have strove | E |
| With the torture of doubt and desire | F |
| What it is to admire and to love | G |
| And to leave her we love and admire | H |
| Ah lead forth my flock in the morn | I |
| And the damps of each evening repel | J |
| Alas I am faint and forlorn | I |
| I have bade my dear Phillis farewell | J |
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| Since Phillis vouchsaf'd me a look | K |
| I never once dreamed of my vine | L |
| May I lose both my pipe and my crook | K |
| If I knew of a kid that was mine | L |
| I priz'd every hour that went by | C |
| Beyond all that had pleas'd me before | M |
| But now they are past and I sigh | C |
| And I grieve that I priz'd them no more | M |
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| But why do I languish in vain | N |
| Why wander thus pensively here | O |
| Oh why did I come from the plain | N |
| Where I fed on the smiles of my dear | P |
| They tell me my favourite maid | Q |
| The pride of that valley is flown | R |
| Alas where with her I have stray'd | Q |
| I could wander with pleasure alone | R |
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| When forc'd the fair nymph to forgo | S |
| What anguish I felt at my heart | T |
| Yet I thought but it might not be so | S |
| 'Twas with pain that she saw me depart | T |
| She gaz'd as I slowly withdrew | U |
| My path I could hardly discern | V |
| So sweetly she bade me adieu | U |
| I thought that she bade me return | V |
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| The pilgrim that journeys all day | A |
| To visit some far distant shrine | L |
| If he bear but a relique away | A |
| Is happy nor heard to repine | L |
| Thus widely remov'd from the fair | W |
| Where my vows my devotion I owe | S |
| Soft hope is the relique I bear | W |
| And my solace wherever I go | S |
William Shenstone
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