The Bothie Of Tober-na-vuolich - Ix Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDDEFGE HIEJKLAKMIN AEOKNE NNKKCIAPQ RLCD SK I PEKEAST KAAP PRU RCLPUKVL P RKA P KCRKKR GKCKRWRM V KSRPXJMRJPFKO GPY KZSPRXK KDSJPA2R K KKJ RJPJ GKJJKRJRJ SJK KRRJRKPRRJRPRRKRSPLR S MJJ JJPL F| A Long Vacation Pastoral | A |
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| Arva beata Petamus arva | B |
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| So on the morrow's morrow with Term time dread returning | C |
| Philip returned to his books and read and remained at Oxford | D |
| All the Christmas and Easter remained and read at Oxford | D |
| Great was wonder in College when postman showed to butler | E |
| Letters addressed to David Mackaye at Tober na vuolich | F |
| Letter on letter at least one a week one every Sunday | G |
| Great at that Highland post was wonder too and conjecture | E |
| When the postman showed letters to wife and wife to the lassies | - |
| And the lassies declared they couldn't be really to David | H |
| Yes they could see inside a paper with E upon it | I |
| Great was surmise in College at breakfast wine and supper | E |
| Keen the conjecture and joke but Adam kept the secret | J |
| Adam the secret kept and Philip read like fury | K |
| This is a letter written by Philip at Christmas to Adam | L |
| There may be beings perhaps whose vocation it is to be idle | A |
| Idle sumptuous even luxurious if it must be | K |
| Only let each man seek to be that for which nature meant him | M |
| If you were meant to plough Lord Marquis out with you and do it | I |
| If you were meant to be idle O beggar behold I will feed you | N |
| If you were born for a groom and you seem by your dress to believe so | - |
| Do it like a man Sir George for pay in a livery stable | A |
| Yes you may so release that slip of a boy at the corner | E |
| Fingering books at the window misdoubting the eighth commandment | O |
| Ah fair Lady Maria God meant you to live and be lovely | K |
| Be so then and I bless you But ye ye spurious ware who | N |
| Might be plain women and can be by no possibility better | E |
| Ye unhappy statuettes and miserable trinkets | - |
| Poor alabaster chimney piece ornaments under glass cases | - |
| Come in God's name come down the very French clock by you | N |
| Puts you to shame with ticking the fire irons deride you | N |
| You young girl who have had such advantages learnt so quickly | K |
| Can you not teach O yes and she likes Sunday school extremely | K |
| Only it's soon in the morning Away if to teach be your calling | C |
| It is no play but a business off go teach and be paid for it | I |
| Lady Sophia's so good to the sick so firm and so gentle | A |
| Is there a nobler sphere than of hospital nurse and matron | P |
| Hast thou for cooking a turn little Lady Clarissa in with them | Q |
| In with your fingers their beauty it spoils but your own it enhances | - |
| For it is beautiful only to do the thing we are meant for | R |
| This was the answer that came from the Tutor the grave man Adam | L |
| When the armies are set in array and the battle beginning | C |
| Is it well that the soldier whose post is far to the leftward | D |
| Say I will go to the right it is there I shall do best service | - |
| There is a great Field Marshal my friend who arrays our battalions | - |
| Let us to Providence trust and abide and work in our stations | - |
| This was the final retort from the eager impetuous Philip | S |
| I am sorry to say your Providence puzzles me sadly | K |
| Children of Circumstance are we to be you answer On no wise | - |
| Where does Circumstance end and Providence where begins it | I |
| What are we to resist and what are we to be friends with ' | - |
| If there is battle 'tis battle by night I stand in the darkness | - |
| Here in the m l e of men Ionian and Dorian on both sides | - |
| Signal and password known which is friend and which is foeman | P |
| Is it a friend I doubt though he speak with the voice of a brother | E |
| Still you are right I suppose you always are and will be | K |
| Though I mistrust the Field Marshal I bow to the duty of order | E |
| Yet is my feeling rather to ask where is the battle | A |
| Yes I could find in my heart to cry notwithstanding my Elspie | S |
| O that the armies indeed were arrayed O joy of the onset | T |
| Sound thou Trumpet of God come forth Great Cause to array us | - |
| King and leader appear thy soldiers sorrowing seek thee | K |
| Would that the armies indeed were arrayed O where is the battle | A |
| Neither battle I see nor arraying nor King in Israel | A |
| Only infinite jumble and mess and dislocation | P |
| Backed by a solemn appeal 'For God's sake do not stir there ' | - |
| Yet you are right I suppose if you don't attack my conclusion | P |
| Let us get on as we can and do the thing we are fit for | R |
| Every one for himself and the common success for us all and | U |
| Thankful if not for our own why then for the triumph of others | - |
| Get along each as we can and do the thing we are meant for | R |
| That isn't likely to be by sitting still eating and drinking | C |
| These are fragments again without date addressed to Adam | L |
| As at return of tide the total weight of ocean | P |
| Drawn by moon and sun from Labrador and Greenland | U |
| Sets in amain in the open space betwixt Mull and Scarba | K |
| Heaving swelling spreading the might of the mighty Atlantic | V |
| There into cranny and slit of the rocky cavernous bottom | L |
| Settles down and with dimples huge the smooth sea surface | - |
| Eddies coils and whirls by dangerous Corryvreckan | P |
| So in my soul of souls through its cells and secret recesses | - |
| Comes back swelling and spreading the old democratic fervour | R |
| But as the light of day enters some populous city | K |
| Shaming away ere it come by the chilly day streak signal | A |
| High and low the misusers of night shaming out the gas lamps | - |
| All the great empty streets are flooded with broadening clearness | - |
| Which withal by inscrutable simultaneous access | - |
| Permeates far and pierces to the very cellars lying in | P |
| Narrow high back lane and court and alley of alleys | - |
| He that goes forth to his walks while speeding to the suburb | K |
| Sees sights only peaceful and pure as labourers settling | C |
| Slowly to work in their limbs the lingering sweetness of slumber | R |
| Humble market carts coming in bringing in not only | K |
| Flower fruit farm store but sounds and sights of the country | K |
| Dwelling yet on the sense of the dreamy drivers soon after | R |
| Half awake servant maids unfastening drowsy shutters | - |
| Up at the windows or down letting in the air by the doorway | G |
| School boys school girls soon with slate portfolio satchel | K |
| Hampered as they haste those running these others maidenly tripping | C |
| Early clerk anon turning out to stroll or it may be | K |
| Meet his sweetheart waiting behind the garden gate there | R |
| Merchant on his grass plat haply bare headed and now by this time | W |
| Little child bringing breakfast to 'father' that sits on the timber | R |
| There by the scaffolding see she waits for the can beside him | M |
| Meantime above purer air untarnished of new lit fires | - |
| So that the whole great wicked artificial civilised fabric | V |
| All its unfinished houses lots for sale and railway outworks | - |
| Seems reaccepted resumed to Primal Nature and Beauty | K |
| Such in me and to me and on me the love of Elspie | S |
| Philip returned to his books but returned to his Highlands after | R |
| Got a first 'tis said a winsome bride 'tis certain | P |
| There while courtship was ending nor yet the wedding appointed | X |
| Under her father he studied the handling of hoe and of hatchet | J |
| Thither that summer succeeding came Adam and Arthur to see him | M |
| Down by the lochs from the distant Glenmorison Adam the tutor | R |
| Arthur and Hope and the Piper anon who was there for a visit | J |
| He had been into the schools plucked almost all but a gone coon | P |
| So he declared never once had brushed up his hairy Aldrich | F |
| Into the great might have been upsoaring sublime and ideal | K |
| Gave to historical questions a free poetical treatment | O |
| Leaving vocabular ghosts undisturbed in their lexicon limbo | - |
| Took Aristophanes up at a shot and the whole three last weeks | - |
| Went in his life and the sunshine rejoicing to Nuneham and Godstowe | G |
| What were the claims of Degree to those of life and the sunshine | P |
| There did the four find Philip the poet the speaker the Chartist | Y |
| Delving at Highland soil and railing at Highland landlords | - |
| Railing but more as it seemed for the fun of the Piper's fury | K |
| There saw they David and Elspie Mackaye and the Piper was almost | Z |
| Almost deeply in love with Bella the sister of Elspie | S |
| But the good Adam was heedful they did not go too often | P |
| There in the bright October the gorgeous bright October | R |
| When the brackens are changed and heather blooms are faded | X |
| And amid russet of heather and fern green trees are bonnie | K |
| Alders are green and oaks the rowan scarlet and yellow | - |
| Heavy the aspen and heavy with jewels of gold the birch tree | K |
| There when shearing had ended and barley stooks were garnered | D |
| David gave Philip to wife his daughter his darling Elspie | S |
| Elspie the quiet the brave was wedded to Philip the poet | J |
| So won Philip his bride They are married and gone | P |
| But oh Thou | A2 |
| Mighty one Muse of great Epos and Idyll the playful and tender | R |
| Be it recounted in song ere we part and thou fly to thy Pindus | - |
| Pindus is it O Muse or tna or even Ben nevis | - |
| Be it recounted in song O Muse of the Epos and Idyll | K |
| Who gave what at the wedding the gifts and fair gratulations | - |
| Adam the grave careful Adam a medicine chest and tool box | - |
| Hope a saddle and Arthur a plough and the Piper a rifle | K |
| Airlie a necklace for Elspie and Hobbes a Family Bible | K |
| Airlie a necklace and Hobbes a Bible and iron bedstead | J |
| What was the letter O Muse sent withal by the corpulent hero | - |
| This is the letter of Hobbes the kilted and corpulent hero | - |
| So the last speech and confession is made O my eloquent speaker | R |
| So the good time is coming or come is it O my Chartist | J |
| So the Cathedral is finished at last O my Pugin of women | P |
| Finished and now is it true to be taken out whole to New Zealand | J |
| Well go forth to thy field to thy barley with Ruth O Boaz | - |
| Ruth who for thee hath deserted her people her gods her mountains | - |
| Go as in Ephrath of old in the gate of Bethlehem said they | G |
| Go be the wife in thy house both Rachel and Leah unto thee | K |
| Be thy wedding of silver albeit of iron thy bedstead | J |
| Yea to the full golden fifty renewed be and fair memoranda | J |
| Happily fill the fly leaves duly left in the Family Bible | K |
| Live and when Hobbes is forgotten may'st thou an unroasted Grandsire | R |
| See thy children's children and Democracy upon New Zealand | J |
| This was the letter of Hobbes and this the postscript after | R |
| Wit in the letter will prate but wisdom speaks in a postscript | J |
| Listen to wisdom Which things you perhaps didn't know my dear fellow | - |
| I have reflected Which things are an allegory Philip | S |
| For this Rachel and Leah is marriage which I have seen it | J |
| Lo and have known it is always and must be bigamy only | K |
| Even in noblest kind a duality compound and complex | - |
| One part heavenly ideal the other vulgar and earthy | K |
| For this Rachel and Leah is marriage and Laban their father | R |
| Circumstance chance the world our uncle and hard taskmaster | R |
| Rachel we found as we fled from the daughters of Heth by the desert | J |
| Rachel we met at the well we came we saw we kissed her | R |
| Rachel we serve for long years that seem as a few days only | K |
| E'en for the love we have to her and win her at last of Laban | P |
| Is it not Rachel we take in our joy from the hand of her father | R |
| Is it not Rachel we lead in the mystical veil from the altar | R |
| Rachel we dream of at night in the morning behold it is Leah | J |
| 'Nay it is custom ' saith Laban the Leah indeed is the elder | R |
| Happy and wise who consents to redouble his service to Laban | P |
| So fulfilling her week he may add to the elder the younger | R |
| Not repudiates Leah but wins the Rachel unto her | R |
| Neither hate thou thy Leah my Jacob she also is worthy | K |
| So many days shall thy Rachel have joy and survive her sister | R |
| Yea and her children Which things are an allegory Philip | S |
| Aye and by Origen's head with a vengeance truly a long one | P |
| This was a note from the Tutor the grave man nick named Adam | L |
| I shall see you of course my Philip before your departure | R |
| Joy be with you my boy with you and your beautiful Elspie | S |
| Happy is he that found and finding was not heedless | - |
| Happy is he that found and happy the friend that was with him | M |
| So won Philip his bride | J |
| They are married and gone to New Zealand | J |
| Five hundred pounds in pocket with books and two or three pictures | - |
| Tool box plough and the rest they rounded the sphere to New Zealand | J |
| There he hewed and dug subdued the earth and his spirit | J |
| There he built him a home there Elspie bare him his children | P |
| David and Bella perhaps ere this too an Elspie or Adam | L |
| There hath he farmstead and land and fields of corn and flax fields | - |
| And the Antipodes too have a Bothie of Tober na vuolich | F |
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