To The Spade Of A Friend (an Agriculturist) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDE FGFG HIHB JKJK LBLB MNMN OPOPCOMPOSED WHILE WE WERE LABOURING TOGETHER IN HIS PLEASURE GROUND | A |
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SPADE with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands | B |
And shaped these pleasant walks by Emont's side | C |
Thou art a tool of honour in my hands | B |
I press thee through the yielding soil with pride | C |
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Rare master has it been thy lot to know | D |
Long hast Thou served a man to reason true | E |
Whose life combines the best of high and low | D |
The labouring many and the resting few | E |
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Health meekness ardour quietness secure | F |
And industry of body and of mind | G |
And elegant enjoyments that are pure | F |
As nature is too pure to be refined | G |
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Here often hast Thou heard the Poet sing | H |
In concord with his river murmuring by | I |
Or in some silent field while timid spring | H |
Is yet uncheered by other minstrelsy | B |
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Who shall inherit Thee when death has laid | J |
Low in the darksome cell thine own dear lord | K |
That man will have a trophy humble Spade | J |
A trophy nobler than a conqueror's sword | K |
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If he be one that feels with skill to part | L |
False praise from true or greater from the less | B |
Thee will he welcome to his hand and heart | L |
Thou monument of peaceful happiness | B |
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He will not dread with Thee a toilsome day | M |
Thee his loved servant his inspiring mate | N |
And when thou art past service worn away | M |
No dull oblivious nook shall hide thy fate | N |
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His thrift thy uselessness will never scorn | O |
An 'heir loom' in his cottage wilt thou be | P |
High will he hang thee up well pleased to adorn | O |
His rustic chimney with the last of Thee | P |
William Wordsworth
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