Childish Recollections Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'I cannot but remember such things wereA
And were most dear to me 'B
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WHEN slow Disease with all her host of painsC
Chills the warm tide which flows along the veinsC
When Health affrighted spreads her rosy wingD
And flies with every changing gale of springD
Not to the aching frame alone confinedE
Unyielding pangs avail the drooping mindE
What grisly forms the spectre train of woeF
Bid shuddering Nature shrink beneath the blowF
With Resignaion wage relentless strifeG
While Hope retires appall'd and clings to lifeG
Yet less the pang when through the tedious hourA
Remembrance sheds around her genial powerA
Calls back the vanish'd days to rapture givenH
When love was bliss and Beauty form'd our heavenH
Or dear to youth portrays each childish sceneI
Those farry bowers where all in turn have beenJ
As when through clouds that pour the sumrner stormK
The orb of day unveils his distant formK
Gilds with faiht beams the crystal dews of rainL
And dimly twinkles o'er the watery plainL
Thus while the future dark and cheerless gleamsM
The sun of memory glowing through my drearnsM
Though sunk' the radiance of his former blazeM
To scenes far distant points his paler raysM
Still rules my senses with unbounded swayN
The past confounding with the present dayN
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Oft does my heart indulge the rising thoughtO
Which still recurs uniook'd for and UnsoughtO
My soul to Fancy's fond suggestion yieldsM
And roams romantic o'er her airy fieldsM
Scenes of my youth developed crowd to viewP
To which I long have bade a last adieuP
Seats of delight inspiring youthful themesM
Friends lost to me for aye except in dreamsM
Some who in marble prematurely sleepQ
Whose forms I now remember but to weepQ
Some who yet urge the same scholastic courseM
Of early science future fame the sourceM
Who still contending in the studious raceM
In quick rotation fill the senior placeM
These with a thousand visions now uniteO
To dazzle though they please my aching sightO
Ida blest spot where science holds her reignL
How joyous once I join'd thv youthful trainL
Bright in idea gleams thy lofty spireR
Again I mingle with thy playful quireR
Our tricks of mischief every childish gameS
Unchanged by time or distance seem the sameS
Through winding paths along the glade I traceM
The social smile of every welcome faceM
My wonted haunts my scenes of joy and woeF
Each early boyish friend or youthful foeF
Our feuds dissolved but not my friendship pastO
I bless the former and forgive the lastO
Hours of my youth when nurtured in my breastO
To love a stranger friendship made me blestO
Friendship the dear peculiar bond of youthT
When every artless bosom throbs with truthT
Untaught my worldly wisdom how to feignL
And check each impulse with prudential reinL
When all we feel our honest souls discloseM
In love to friends in open hate to toesM
No varnish'd tales the lips of youth repeatO
No dear bought knowledge purchased by deceitO
Hypocrisy the gift of lengthen'd yearsM
Matured by age the garb of prudence wearsM
When now the boy is ripen'd into manU
His careful sire chalks forth some wary planU
Instructs his son from candour's path to shrinkV
Smoothly to speak and cauautiously to thinkV
Still to assent and never to denyW
A patron's praise can well reward the lieW
And who when Fortune's warning voice is heardO
Would lose his opening prospects for a wordO
Although against that word his heart rebelX
And truth indignant all his bosom swellY
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Away with themes like this not mine the taskZ
From flattering friends to tear the hateful maskZ
Let keener bards delight in satire's stingD
My fancy soars not on Detraction's wingD
Once and but once she aim'd a deadly blowF
To hurl defiance on a secret foeF
But when that foe from feeling or from shameS
The cause unknown yet still to me the sameS
Warn'd by some friendly hint perchance retiredO
With this submission all her rage expiredO
From dreaded pangs that feeble foe to saveA2
She hush'd her young resentment and forgaveA2
Or my muse a pedant's portrait drewP
POMPOSUS' virtues are but known to fewP
I never fear'd the young usurper's nodO
And he who wields must sometimes feel the rodO
If since on Granta's failings known to allB2
Who share the converse of a college hallB2
She sometimes trifled in a lighter strainL
'Tis past and thus she will not sin againC2
Soon must her early song for ever ceaseM
And all may rsii when I shall rest in peaceM
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Here first remember'd be the joyous bandO
Who hail'd me chief obedient to commandO
Who join'd with rne in every boyish sportO
Their first adviser and their last resortO
Nor shrunk beneath the upstart pedant's frownD2
Or all the sable glories of his gownD2
Who thus transplanted from his father's schoolE2
Unfit to govern ignorant of ruleE2
Succeeded him whom all unite to praiseM
The dear preceptor of my early daysM
PROBUS the pride of science and the boastO
To IDA now alas for ever lostO
With him for years we search'd the classic pageF2
And fear'd the master though we loved the sageF2
Retired at last' his small yet peacefull seatO
From learning's labour is the blest retreatO
POMPOSUS fills his magisterial chairG2
POMPOSUS governs but my muse forbearG2
Contempt in silence be the pedant's lotO
His name and precepts be alike forgotO
No more his mention shall my verse degradeO
To him my tribute is already paidO
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High through those elms with hoary branches crown'dO
Fair Ida's bower adorns the landscape roundO
There Science from her favour'd seat surveysM
The vale where rural Nature claims her praiseM
To her awhile resigns her youthful trainL
Who move in joy and dance along the plainL
In scatter'd groups each favour'd haunt pursueP
Repeat old pastimes and discover newP
Flush'd with his rays beneath the noon tide sunH
In rival bands between the wickets runH
Drive o'er the sward the ball with active forceM
Or chase with nimble feet its rapid courseM
But these with slower steps direct their wayN
Where Brent's cool waves in limpid currents strayN
While yonder few search out some green retreatO
And arbours shade them from the summer heatO
Others again a pert and lively crewP
Some rough and thoughtless stranger placed in viewP
With frolic quaint their antic jests exposeM
And tease the grumbling rustic as he goesM
Nor rest with this but many a passing frayN
Tradition treasures for a future dayN
'Twas here the gather'd swains for vengeance foughtO
And here we earn'd the conquest dearly boughtO
Here have we fled before superior mightO
And here renew'd the wild tumultuous fight '-
While thus our souls with early passions swellY
In lingering tones resounds the distant bellY
Th' allotted hour of daily sport is o'erG2
And Learning beckons from her temple's doorG2
No splendid tablets grace her simple hallB2
But ruder records fill the dusky wallB2
There deeply carved behold each tyro's nameS
Secures its owner's academic fameS
Here mingling view the names of sire and sonH
The one long graved the other just begunH
These shall survive alike when son and sireG2
Beneath one common stroke of fate expireG2
Perhaps their last memorial these aloneH2
Denied in death a monumental stoneH2
Whilst to the gale in mournful cadence waveA2
The sighing weeds that hide their nameless graveA2
And here my name and many an early friend'sM
Along the wall in lengthen'd line extendsM
Though still our deeds amuse the youthful raceM
Who tread our steps and fill our former placeM
Who young obey'd their lords in silent aweI2
Whose nod commanded and whose voice was lawJ2
And now in turn possess the reins of powerG2
To rule the little tyrants of an hourG2
Though sometimes with the tales of ancient dayN
They pass the dreary winter's eve awayN
'And thus our former rulers stemm'd the tideO
And thus they dealt the comK2

George Gordon Byron



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