Ode To Borrowdale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCB DEED FGGHHF IIJJKK LLMMDDNO PPII QQRRSSTTQQ PP II UUVW UUXQYZ UUUUTTA2A2UUUUQQ B2C2D2D2UUQXYZUUUU QQ UUQQE2E2TTC2B2 F2F2UUF2F2QQIN CUMBERLAND | A |
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Hail Derwent's beauteous pride | B |
Whose charms rough rocks in threatening grandeur guard | C |
Whose entrance seems to mortals barred | C |
But to the Genius of the storm thrown wide | B |
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He on thy rock's dread height | D |
Reclined beneath his canopy of clouds | E |
His form in darkness shrouds | E |
And frowns as fixt to keep thy beauties from the sight | D |
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But rocks and storms are vain | F |
Midst mountains rough and rude | G |
Man's daring feet intrude | G |
Till lo upon the ravished eye | H |
Burst thy clear stream thy smiling sky | H |
Thy wooded valley and thy matchless plain | F |
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Bright vale the Muse's choicest theme | I |
My morning thought my midnight dream | I |
Still memory paints thee smiling scene | J |
Still views the robe of purest green | J |
Refreshed by beauty shedding rains | K |
Which wraps thy flower enamelled plains | K |
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Still marks thy mountains' fronts sublime | L |
Force graces from the hand of time | L |
Still I thy rugged rocks recall | M |
Which seem as nodding to their fall | M |
Whose wonders fixed my aching sight | D |
Till terror yielded to delight | D |
And my surprises pleasures fears | N |
Were told by slow delicious tears | O |
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But suddenly the smiling day | P |
That cheered the valley flies away | P |
The wooded rocks the rapid stream | I |
No longer boast the noon tide beam | I |
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But storms athwart the mountains sail | Q |
And darkly brood o'er Borrowdale | Q |
The frightened swain his cottage seeks | R |
Ere the thick cloud in terror speaks | R |
And see pale lightning flashes round | S |
While as the thunder's awful sound | S |
On Echo's pinion widely flies | T |
Yon cataract's roar unheeded dies | T |
And thee Sublimity I hail | Q |
Throned on the gloom of Borrowdale | Q |
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But soon the thunder dies away | P |
The flash withdraws its fearful ray | P |
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Again upon the silver stream | I |
Waves in bright wreaths the noon tide beam | I |
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O scene sequestered varied wild | U |
Scene formed to soothe Affliction's child | U |
How blest were I to watch each charm | V |
That decks thy vale in storm or calm | W |
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To see Aurora's hand unbind | U |
The mists by night's chill power confined | U |
Upon the mountain's dusky brow | X |
Then mark their colours as they flow | Q |
Gliding the colder West to seek | Y |
As from the East day's splendours break | Z |
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Now the green plain enchants the sight | U |
Adorned with spots of yellow light | U |
While by its magic influence shade | U |
With contrast seems each charm to aid | U |
And clothes the woods in deeper dyes | T |
To suit the azure vested skies | T |
While lo the lofty rocks above | A2 |
Where proudly towers the bird of Jove | A2 |
See from the view yon radiant cloud | U |
His broad and sable pinions shroud | U |
Till as he onward wings his flight | U |
He vanishes in floods of light | U |
Where feathered clouds on ther sail | Q |
And glittering hang o'er Borrowdale | Q |
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Or at still midnight's solemn hour | B2 |
When the dull bat revolves no more | C2 |
In search of nature's awful grace | D2 |
I'd go with slow and cautious pace | D2 |
Where the loud torrent's foaming tide | U |
Lashes the rock's uneven side | U |
That rock which o'er the stream below | Q |
Bending its moss clad crumbling brow | X |
Makes pale with fear the wanderer's cheek | Y |
Nor midnight's silence fails to break | Z |
By fragments from its aged head | U |
Which rushing to the river's bed | U |
Cause as they dash the waters round | U |
A dread variety of sound | U |
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While I the gloomy grandeur hail | Q |
And awe struck rove through Borrowdale | Q |
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Yes scene sequestered varied wild | U |
So form'd to soothe Affliction's child | U |
Sweet Borrowdale to thee I'll fly | Q |
To hush my bosom's ceaseless sigh | Q |
If yet in Nature's store there be | E2 |
One kind heart healing balm for me | E2 |
Now the long hours are told by sighs | T |
And sorrow steals health's crimson dyes | T |
If aught can smiles and bloom restore | C2 |
Ah surely thine's the precious power | B2 |
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Then take me to thy world of charms | F2 |
And hush my tortured breast's alarms | F2 |
Thy scenes with unobtrusive art | U |
Shall steal the mourner from her heart | U |
The hands in sorrow claspt unclose | F2 |
Bid her sick soul on Heaven repose | F2 |
And soothed by time and nature hail | Q |
Health peace and hope in Borrowdale | Q |
Amelia Opie
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