Ode To Cynthia, On The Approach Of Spring Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCE FGFF CDCE HIHI IFJF KLKL MNMN FOFO PQPQ FRFR SFSF KTKT UVBV| Now in the cowslip's dewy cell | A |
| The fairies make their bed | B |
| They hover round the crystal well | A |
| The turf in circles tread | B |
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| The lovely linnet now her song | C |
| Tunes sweetest in the wood | D |
| The twittering swallow skims along | C |
| The azure liquid flood | E |
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| The morning breeze wafts Flora's kiss | F |
| In fragrance to the sense | G |
| The happy shepherd feels the bliss | F |
| And she takes no offence | F |
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| But not the linnet's sweetest song | C |
| That ever fill'd the wood | D |
| Or twittering swallow that along | C |
| The azure liquid flood | E |
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| Skims swiftly harbinger of spring | H |
| Or morning's sweetest breath | I |
| Or Flora's kiss to me can bring | H |
| A remedy for death | I |
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| For death what do I say Yes death | I |
| Must surely end my days | F |
| If cruel Cynthia slights my faith | J |
| And will not hear my lays | F |
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| No more with festive garlands bound | K |
| I at the wake shall be | L |
| No more my feet shall press the ground | K |
| In dance with wonted glee | L |
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| No more my little flock I'll keep | M |
| To some dark cave I'll fly | N |
| I've nothing now to do but weep | M |
| To mourn my fate and sigh | N |
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| Ah Cynthia thy Damon's cries | F |
| Are heard at dead of night | O |
| But they alas are doom'd to rise | F |
| Like smoke upon the sight | O |
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| They rise in vain ah me in vain | P |
| Are scatter'd in the wind | Q |
| Cynthia does not know the pain | P |
| That rankles in my mind | Q |
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| If sleep perhaps my eyelids close | F |
| 'Tis but to dream of you | R |
| A while I cease to feel my woes | F |
| Nay think I 'm happy too | R |
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| I think I press with kisses pure | S |
| Your lovely rosy lips | F |
| And you're my bride I think I'm sure | S |
| Till gold the mountain tips | F |
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| When waked aghast I look around | K |
| And find my charmer flown | T |
| Then bleeds afresh my galling wound | K |
| While I am left alone | T |
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| Take pity then O gentlest maid | U |
| On thy poor Damon's heart | V |
| Remember what I've often said | B |
| 'Tis you can cure my smart | V |
William Shenstone
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