Verses, To William Lyttleton, Esq. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IAIA JKJK LBLM NONO PQPQ RDRD PPPP STST UVUV WDWD KXKX YZYA2 PB2PB2 PC2PC2 UPUP D2BD2B

How blithely pass'd the summer's dayA
How bright was every flowerB
While friends arrived in circles gayA
To visit Damon's bowerB
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But now with silent step I rangeC
Along some lonely shoreD
And Damon's bower alas the changeC
Is gay with friends no moreD
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Away to crowds and cities borneE
In quest of joy they steerF
Whilst I alas am left forlornE
To weep the parting yearF
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O pensive autumn how I grieveG
Thy sorrowing face to seeH
When languid suns are taking leaveG
Of every drooping treeH
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Ah let me not with heavy eyeI
This dying scene surveyA
Haste Winter Haste usurp the skyI
Complete my bower's decayA
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Ill can I bear the motley castJ
Yon sickening leaves retainK
That speak at once of pleasure pastJ
And bode approaching painK
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At home unblest I gaze aroundL
My distant scenes requireB
Where all in murky vapours drown'dL
Are hamlet hill and spireM
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Though Thomson sweet descriptive bardN
Inspiring Autumn sungO
Yet how should we the months regardN
That stopt his flowing tongueO
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Ah luckless months of all the restP
To whose hard share it fellQ
For sure his was the gentlest breastP
That ever sung so wellQ
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And see the swallows now disownR
The roofs they loved beforeD
Each like his tuneful genius flownR
To glad some happier shoreD
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The wood nymph eyes with pale affrightP
The sportsman's frantic deedP
While hounds and horns and yells uniteP
To drown the Muse's reedP
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Ye fields with blighted herbage brownS
Ye skies no longer blueT
Too much we feel from Fortune's frownS
To bear these frowns from youT
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Where is the mead's unsullied greenU
The zephyr's balmy galeV
And where sweet friendship's cordial mienU
That brighten'd every valeV
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What though the vine disclose her dyesW
And boast her purple storeD
Not all the vineyard's rich suppliesW
Can soothe our sorrows moreD
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He he is gone whose moral strainK
Could wit and mirth refineX
He he is gone whose social veinK
Surpass'd the power of wineX
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Fast by the streams he deign'd to praiseY
In yon sequester'd groveZ
To him a votive urn I raiseY
To him and friendly LoveA2
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Yes there my friend forlorn and sadP
I grave your Thomson's nameB2
And there his lyre which Fate forbadeP
To sound your growing fameB2
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There shall my plaintive song recountP
Dark themes of hopeless woeC2
And faster than the drooping fountP
I'll teach mine eyes to flowC2
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There leaves in spite of Autumn greenU
Shall shade the hallow'd groundP
And Spring will there again be seenU
To call forth flowers aroundP
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But no kind suns will bid me shareD2
Once more his social hourB
Ah Spring thou never canst repairD2
This loss to Damon's bowerB

William Shenstone



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