The Bothie Of Tober-na-vuolich - V Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDEFCGHBIIJICKKIJJJL IILLGJJ LILIIGILD BBLJLJL GLIEIIMLEJL GIBLGI GGLJILIILLLN I ILIEEEIE MLG I IMD G IJIIELEI J BOLJEMILBLJ EDL| A Long Vacation Pastoral | A |
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| Stultus ego huic nostr similem | B |
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| So in the cottage with Adam the pupils five together | C |
| Duly remained and read and looked no more for Philip | D |
| Philip at Balloch shooting and dancing with Lady Maria | E |
| Breakfast at eight and now for brief September daylight | F |
| Luncheon at two and dinner at seven or even later | C |
| Five full hours between for the loch and the glen and the mountain | G |
| So in the joy of their life and glory of shooting jackets | H |
| So they read and roamed the pupils five with Adam | B |
| What if autumnal shower came frequent and chill from the westward | I |
| What if on browner sward with yellow leaves besprinkled | I |
| Gemming the crispy blade the delicate gossamer gemming | J |
| Frequent and thick lay at morning the chilly beads of hoar frost | I |
| Duly in matutine still and daily whatever the weather | C |
| Bathed in the rain and the frost and the mist with the Glory of headers | K |
| Hope Thither also at times of cold and of possible gutters | K |
| Careless unmindful unconscious would Hobbes or e'er they departed | I |
| Come in heavy pea coat his trouserless trunk enfolding | J |
| Come under coat over brief those lusty legs displaying | J |
| All from the shirt to the slipper the natural man revealing | J |
| Duly there they bathed and daily the twain or the trio | L |
| Where in the morning was custom where over a ledge of granite | I |
| Into a granite basin the amber torrent descended | I |
| Beautiful very to gaze in ere plunging beautiful also | L |
| Perfect as picture as vision entrancing that comes to the sightless | L |
| Through the great granite jambs the stream the glen and the mountain | G |
| Beautiful seen by snatches in intervals of dressing | J |
| Morn after morn unsought for recurring themselves too seeming | J |
| Not as spectators accepted into it immingled as truly | - |
| Part of it as are the kine in the field lying there by the birches | L |
| So they bathed they read they roamed in glen and forest | I |
| Far amid blackest pines to the waterfalls they shadow | L |
| Far up the long long glen to the loch and the loch beyond it | I |
| Deep under huge red cliffs a secret and oft by the starlight | I |
| Or the aurora perchance racing home for the eight o'clock mutton | G |
| So they bathed and read and roamed in heathery Highland | I |
| There in the joy of their life and glory of shooting jackets | L |
| Bathed and read and roamed and looked no more for Philip | D |
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| List to a letter that came from Philip at Balloch to Adam | B |
| I am here O my friend idle but learning wisdom | B |
| Doing penance you think content if so in my penance | L |
| Often I find myself saying while watching in dance or on horseback | J |
| One that is here in her freedom and grace and imperial sweetness | L |
| Often I find myself saying old faith and doctrine abjuring | J |
| Into the crucible casting philosophies facts convictions | L |
| Were it not well that the stem should be naked of leaf and of tendril | - |
| Poverty stricken the barest the dismallest stick of the garden | G |
| Flowerless leafless unlovely for ninety and nine long summers | L |
| So in the hundredth at last were bloom for one day at the summit | I |
| So but that fleeting flower were lovely as Lady Maria | E |
| Often I find myself saying and know not myself as I say it | I |
| What of the poor and the weary their labour and pain is needed | I |
| Perish the poor and the weary what can they better than perish | M |
| Perish in labour for her who is worth the destruction of empires | L |
| What for a mite for a mote an impalpable odour of honour | E |
| Armies shall bleed cities burn and the soldier red from the storming | J |
| Carry hot rancour and lust into chambers of mothers and daughters | L |
| What would ourselves for the cause of an hour encounter the battle | - |
| Slay and be slain lie rotting in hospital hulk and prison | G |
| Die as a dog dies die mistaken perhaps and dishonoured | I |
| Yea and shall hodmen in beer shops complain of a glory denied them | B |
| Which could not ever be theirs more than now it is theirs as spectators | L |
| Which could not be in all earth if it were not for labour of hodmen | G |
| And I find myself saying and what I am saying discern not | I |
| Dig in thy deep dark prison O miner and finding be thankful | - |
| Though unpolished by thee unto thee unseen in perfection | G |
| While thou art eating black bread in the poisonous air of thy cavern | G |
| Far away glitters the gem on the peerless neck of a Princess | L |
| Dig and starve and be thankful it is so and thou hast been aiding | J |
| Often I find myself saying in irony is it or earnest | I |
| Yea what is more be rich O ye rich be sublime in great houses | L |
| Purple and delicate linen endure be of Burgundy patient | I |
| Suffer that service be done you permit of the page and the valet | I |
| Vex not your souls with annoyance of charity schools or of districts | L |
| Cast not to swine of the stye the pearls that should gleam in your foreheads | L |
| Live be lovely forget them be beautiful even to proudness | L |
| Even for their poor sakes whose happiness is to behold you | N |
| Live be uncaring be joyous be sumptuous only be lovely | - |
| Sumptuous not for display and joyous not for enjoyment | I |
| Not for enjoyment truly for Beauty and God's great glory | - |
| Yes and I say and it seems inspiration of Good or of Evil | - |
| Is it not He that hath done it and who shall dare gainsay it | I |
| Is it not even of Him who hath made us Yea for the lions | L |
| Roaring after their prey do seek their meat from God | I |
| Is it not even of Him who one kind over another | E |
| All the works of His hand hath disposed in a wonderful order | E |
| Who hath made man as the beasts to live the one on the other | E |
| Who hath made man as Himself to know the law and accept it | I |
| You will wonder at this no doubt I also wonder | E |
| But we must live and learn we can't know all things at twenty | - |
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| List to a letter of Hobbes to Philip his friend at Balloch | M |
| All Cathedrals are Christian all Christians are Cathedrals | L |
| Such is the Catholic doctrine 'tis ours with a slight variation | G |
| Every women is or ought to be a Cathedral | - |
| Built on the ancient plan a Cathedral pure and perfect | I |
| Built by that only law that Use be suggester of Beauty | - |
| Nothing concealed that is done but all things done to adornment | I |
| Meanest utilities seized as occasions to grace and embellish | M |
| So had I duly commenced in the spirit and style of my Philip | D |
| So had I formally opened the Treatise upon the Laws of | - |
| Architectural Beauty in Application to Women | G |
| So had I writ But my fancies are palsied by tidings they tell me | - |
| Tidings ah me can it be then that I the blasphemer accounted | I |
| Here am with reverent heed at the wondrous Analogy working | J |
| Pondering thy words and thy gestures whilst thou a prophet apostate | I |
| How are the mighty fallen whilst thou a shepherd travestie | I |
| How are the mighty fallen with gun with pipe no longer | E |
| Teachest the woods to re echo thy game killing recantations | L |
| Teachest thy verse to exalt Amaryllis a Countess's daughter | E |
| What thou forgettest bewildered my Master that rightly considered | I |
| Beauty must ever be useful what truly is useful is graceful | - |
| She that is handy is handsome good dairy maids must be good looking | J |
| If but the butter be nice the tournure of the elbow is shapely | - |
| If the cream cheeses be white far whiter the hands that made them | B |
| If but alas is it true while the pupil alone in the cottage | O |
| Slowly elaborates here thy System of Feminine Graces | L |
| Thou in the palace its author art dining small talking and dancing | J |
| Dancing and pressing the fingers kid gloved of a Lady Maria | E |
| These are the final words that came to the Tutor from Balloch | M |
| I am conquered it seems you will meet me I hope in Oxford | I |
| Altered in manners and mind I yield to the laws and arrangements | L |
| Yield to the ancient existent decrees who am I to resist them | B |
| Yes you will find me altered in mind I think as in manners | L |
| Anxious too to atone for six weeks' loss of your Logic | J |
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| So in the cottage with Adam the pupils five together | E |
| Read and bathed and roamed and thought not now of Philip | D |
| All in the joy of their life and glory of shooting jackets | L |
Arthur Hugh Clough
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