Heath From The Highlands Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EDED FGFG BHBH IJIJ KLKL DDDD MNMN OPOQ RSRS GDGD IDID PDPD TUTU VWXW YPZP A2B2A2B2| Here where the great hills fall away | A |
| To bays of silver sea | B |
| I hold within my hand to day | A |
| A wild thing strange to me | B |
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| Behind me is the deep green dell | C |
| Where lives familiar light | D |
| The leaves and flowers I know so well | C |
| Are gleaming in my sight | D |
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| And yonder is the mountain glen | E |
| Where sings in trees unstirred | D |
| By breath of breeze or axe of men | E |
| The shining satin bird | D |
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| The old weird cry of plover comes | F |
| Across the marshy ways | G |
| And here the hermit hornet hums | F |
| And here the wild bee strays | G |
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| No novel life or light I see | B |
| On hill in dale beneath | H |
| All things around are known to me | B |
| Except this bit of heath | H |
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| This touching growth hath made me dream | I |
| It sends my soul afar | J |
| To where the Scottish mountains gleam | I |
| Against the Northern star | J |
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| It droops this plant like one who grieves | K |
| But while my fancy glows | L |
| There is that glory on its leaves | K |
| Which never robed the rose | L |
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| For near its wind blown native spot | D |
| Were born by crags uphurled | D |
| The ringing songs of Walter Scott | D |
| That shook the whole wide world | D |
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| There haply by the sounding streams | M |
| And where the fountains break | N |
| He saw the darling of his dreams | M |
| The Lady of the Lake | N |
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| And on the peaks where never leaf | O |
| Of lowland beauty grew | P |
| Perhaps he met Clan Alpine's chief | O |
| The rugged Roderick Dhu | Q |
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| Not far perchance this heather throve | R |
| Above fair banks of ferns | S |
| From that green place of stream and grove | R |
| That knew the voice of Burns | S |
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| Against the radiant river ways | G |
| Still waves the noble wood | D |
| Where in the old majestic days | G |
| The Scottish poet stood | D |
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| Perhaps my heather used to beam | I |
| In robes of morning frost | D |
| By dells which saw that lovely dream | I |
| The Mary that he lost | D |
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| I hope indeed the singer knew | P |
| The little spot of land | D |
| On which the mountain beauty grew | P |
| That withers in my hand | D |
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| A Highland sky my vision fills | T |
| I feel the great strong North | U |
| The hard grey weather of the hills | T |
| That brings men children forth | U |
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| The peaks of Scotland where the din | V |
| And flame of thunders go | W |
| Seem near me with the masculine | X |
| Hale sons of wind and snow | W |
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| So potent is this heather here | Y |
| That under skies of blue | P |
| I seem to breathe the atmosphere | Z |
| That William Wallace knew | P |
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| And under windy mountain wall | A2 |
| Where breaks the torrent loose | B2 |
| I fancy I can hear the call | A2 |
| Of grand old Robert Bruce | B2 |
Henry Kendall
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