A Pastoral Ode. To The Hon. Sir Richard Lyttleton Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCB DDEFFE GHIJJI KKLLLL MMNOON PPQLLQ LLRSSR LLTLLT LLUVVU LLWXXW LLYLLY LLLVVL LLVVVV LLEZZE LLVLLV RRWA2A2W VVVSSV LLA2CB2A2 LLC2D2D2C2 VVA2E2E2A2 LLA2F2F2A2 VVG2SSG2 H2H2I2J2J2I2 VVVWWV K2K2IL2M2I LLLN2N2L VVEO2P2E LLLPPL| The morn dispensed a dubious light | A |
| A sudden mist had stolen from sight | A |
| Each pleasing vale and hill | B |
| When Damon left his humble bowers | C |
| To guard his flocks to fence his flowers | C |
| Or check his wandering rill | B |
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| Though school'd from Fortune's paths to fly | D |
| The swain beneath each lowering sky | D |
| Would oft his fate bemoan | E |
| That he in sylvan shades forlorn | F |
| Must waste his cheerless even and morn | F |
| Nor praised nor loved nor known | E |
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| No friend to Fame's obstreperous noise | G |
| Yet to the whispers of her voice | H |
| Soft murmuring not a foe | I |
| The pleasures he through choice declined | J |
| When gloomy fogs depress'd his mind | J |
| It grieved him to forego | I |
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| Grieved him to lurk the lakes beside | K |
| Where coots in rushy dingles hide | K |
| And moorcocks shun the day | L |
| While caitiff bitterns undismay'd | L |
| Remark the swain's familiar shade | L |
| And scorn to quit their prey | L |
| - | |
| But see the radiant sun once more | M |
| The brightening face of heaven restore | M |
| And raise the doubtful dawn | N |
| And more to gild his rural sphere | O |
| At once the brightest train appear | O |
| That ever trod the lawn | N |
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| Amazement chill'd the shepherd's frame | P |
| To think Bridgewater's honour'd name | P |
| Should grace his rustic cell | Q |
| That she on all whose motions wait | L |
| Distinction titles rank and state | L |
| Should rove where shepherds dwell | Q |
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| But true it is the generous mind | L |
| By candour sway'd by taste refined | L |
| Will nought but vice disdain | R |
| Nor will the breast where fancy glows | S |
| Deem every flower a weed that blows | S |
| Amid the desert plain | R |
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| Beseems it such with honour crown'd | L |
| To deal its lucid beams around | L |
| Nor equal meed receive | T |
| At most such garlands from the field | L |
| As cowslips pinks and pansies yield | L |
| And rural hands can weave | T |
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| Yet strive ye shepherds strive to find | L |
| And weave the fairest of the kind | L |
| The prime of all the spring | U |
| If haply thus you lovely fair | V |
| May round her temples deign to wear | V |
| The trivial wreaths you bring | U |
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| O how the peaceful halcyons play'd | L |
| Where'er the conscious lake betray'd | L |
| Athena's placid mien | W |
| How did the sprightlier linnets throng | X |
| Where Paphia's charms required the song | X |
| 'Mid hazel copses green | W |
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| Lo Dartmouth on those banks reclined | L |
| While busy Fancy calls to mind | L |
| The glories of his line | Y |
| Methinks my cottage rears its head | L |
| The ruin'd walls of yonder shed | L |
| As through enchantment shine | Y |
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| But who the nymph that guides their way | L |
| Could ever nymph descend to stray | L |
| From Hagley's famed retreat | L |
| Else by the blooming features fair | V |
| The faultless make the matchless air | V |
| 'Twere Cynthia's form complete | L |
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| So would some tuberose delight | L |
| That struck the pilgrim's wondering sight | L |
| 'Mid lonely deserts drear | V |
| All as at eve the sovereign flower | V |
| Dispenses round its balmy power | V |
| And crowns the fragrant year | V |
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| Ah now no more the shepherd cried | L |
| Must I Ambition's charms deride | L |
| Her subtle force disown | E |
| No more of Fauns or Fairies dream | Z |
| While Fancy near each crystal stream | Z |
| Shall paint these forms alone | E |
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| By low brow'd rock or pathless mead | L |
| I deem'd that splendour ne'er should lead | L |
| My dazzled eyes astray | V |
| But who alas will dare contend | L |
| If beauty add or merit blend | L |
| Its more illustrious ray | V |
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| Nor is it long O plaintive swain | R |
| Since Guernsey saw without disdain | R |
| Where hid in woodlands green | W |
| The partner of his early days | A2 |
| And once the rival of his praise | A2 |
| Had stolen through life unseen | W |
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| Scarce faded is the vernal flower | V |
| Since Stamford left his honour'd bower | V |
| To smile familiar here | V |
| O form'd by Nature to disclose | S |
| How fair that courtesy which flows | S |
| From social warmth sincere | V |
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| Nor yet have many moons decay'd | L |
| Since Pollio sought this lonely shade | L |
| Admired this rural maze | A2 |
| The noblest breast that Virtue fires | C |
| The Graces love the Muse inspires | B2 |
| Might pant for Pollio's praise | A2 |
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| Say Thomson here was known to rest | L |
| For him you vernal seat I drest | L |
| Ah never to return | C2 |
| In place of wit and melting strains | D2 |
| And social mirth it now remains | D2 |
| To weep beside his urn | C2 |
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| Come then my Lelius come once more | V |
| And fringe the melancholy shore | V |
| With roses and with bays | A2 |
| While I each wayward Fate accuse | E2 |
| That envied his impartial Muse | E2 |
| To sing your early praise | A2 |
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| While Philo to whose favour'd sight | L |
| Antiquity with full delight | L |
| Her inmost wealth displays | A2 |
| Beneath yon ruin's moulder'd wall | F2 |
| Shall muse and with his friends recall | F2 |
| The pomp of ancient days | A2 |
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| Here too shall Conway's name appear | V |
| He praised the stream so lovely clear | V |
| That shone the reeds among | G2 |
| Yet clearness could it not disclose | S |
| To match the rhetoric that flows | S |
| From Conway's polish'd tongue | G2 |
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| Even Pitt whose fervent periods roll | H2 |
| Resistless through the kindling soul | H2 |
| Of senates councils kings | I2 |
| Though form'd for courts vouchsafed to rove | J2 |
| Inglorious through the shepherd's grove | J2 |
| And ope his bashful springs | I2 |
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| But what can courts discover more | V |
| Than these rude haunts have seen before | V |
| Each fount and shady tree | V |
| Have not these trees and fountains seen | W |
| The pride of courts the winning mien | W |
| Of peerless Aylesbury | V |
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| And Grenville she whose radiant eyes | K2 |
| Have mark'd by slow gradation rise | K2 |
| The princely piles of Stowe | I |
| Yet praised these unembellish'd woods | L2 |
| And smiled to see the babbling floods | M2 |
| Through self worn mazes flow | I |
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| Say Dartmouth who your banks admired | L |
| Again beneath your caves retired | L |
| Shall grace the pensive shade | L |
| With all the bloom with all the truth | N2 |
| With all the sprightliness of youth | N2 |
| By cool reflection sway'd | L |
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| Brave yet humane shall Smith appear | V |
| Ye sailors though his name be dear | V |
| Think him not yours alone | E |
| Grant him in other spheres to charm | O2 |
| The shepherds' breasts though mild are warm | P2 |
| And ours are all his own | E |
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| O Lyttleton my honour'd guest | L |
| Could I describe thy generous breast | L |
| Thy firm yet polish'd mind | L |
| How public love adorns thy name | P |
| How Fortune too conspires with Fame | P |
| The song should please mankind | L |
William Shenstone
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