Mountain Pictures Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CACADEFDDGFFHGI BBJJKJFLFFFFFMFNNFBB AB OBBOFPFPBBJBQRJ SSBBTBBUUBBTKJTVOOJV O WXXBBYZA2ZBFFA2| I | A |
| FRANCONIA FROM THE PEMIGEWASSET | B |
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| Once more O Mountains of the North unveil | C |
| Your brows and lay your cloudy mantles by | A |
| And once more ere the eyes that seek ye fail | C |
| Uplift against the blue walls of the sky | A |
| Your mighty shapes and let the sunshine weave | D |
| Its golden net work in your belting woods | E |
| Smile down in rainbows from your falling floods | F |
| And on your kingly brows at morn and eve | D |
| Set crowns of fire So shall my soul receive | D |
| Haply the secret of your calm and strength | G |
| Your unforgotten beauty interfuse | F |
| My common life your glorious shapes and hues | F |
| And sun dropped splendors at my bidding come | H |
| Loom vast through dreams and stretch in billowy length | G |
| From the sea level of my lowland home | I |
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| They rise before me Last night's thunder gust | B |
| Roared not in vain for where its lightnings thrust | B |
| Their tongues of fire the great peaks seem so near | J |
| Burned clean of mist so starkly bold and clear | J |
| I almost pause the wind in the pines to hear | K |
| The loose rock's fall the steps of browsing deer | J |
| The clouds that shattered on yon slide worn walls | F |
| And splintered on the rocks their spears of rain | L |
| Have set in play a thousand waterfalls | F |
| Making the dusk and silence of the woods | F |
| Glad with the laughter of the chasing floods | F |
| And luminous with blown spray and silver gleams | F |
| While in the vales below the dry lipped streams | F |
| Sing to the freshened meadow lands again | M |
| So let me hope the battle storm that beats | F |
| The land with hail and fire may pass away | N |
| With its spent thunders at the break of day | N |
| Like last night's clouds and leave as it retreats | F |
| A greener earth and fairer sky behind | B |
| Blown crystal clear by Freedom's Northern wind | B |
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| II | A |
| MONADNOCK FROM WACHUSET | B |
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| I would I were a painter for the sake | O |
| Of a sweet picture and of her who led | B |
| A fitting guide with reverential tread | B |
| Into that mountain mystery First a lake | O |
| Tinted with sunset next the wavy lines | F |
| Of far receding hills and yet more far | P |
| Monadnock lifting from his night of pines | F |
| His rosy forehead to the evening star | P |
| Beside us purple zoned Wachuset laid | B |
| His head against the West whose warm light made | B |
| His aureole and o'er him sharp and clear | J |
| Like a shaft of lightning in mid launching stayed | B |
| A single level cloud line shone upon | Q |
| By the fierce glances of the sunken sun | R |
| Menaced the darkness with its golden spear | J |
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| So twilight deepened round us Still and black | S |
| The great woods climbed the mountain at our back | S |
| And on their skirts where yet the lingering day | B |
| On the shorn greenness of the clearing lay | B |
| The brown old farm house like a bird's nest hung | T |
| With home life sounds the desert air was stirred | B |
| The bleat of sheep along the hill we heard | B |
| The bucket plashing in the cool sweet well | U |
| The pasture bars that clattered as they fell | U |
| Dogs barked fowls fluttered cattle lowed the gate | B |
| Of the barn yard creaked beneath the merry weight | B |
| Of sun brown children listening while they swung | T |
| The welcome sound of supper call to hear | K |
| And down the shadowy lane in tinklings clear | J |
| The pastoral curfew of the cow bell rung | T |
| Thus soothed and pleased our backward path we took | V |
| Praising the farmer's home He only spake | O |
| Looking into the sunset o'er the lake | O |
| Like one to whom the far off is most near | J |
| 'Yes most folks think it has a pleasant look | V |
| I love it for my good old mother's sake | O |
| Who lived and died here in the peace of God ' | - |
| The lesson of his words we pondered o'er | W |
| As silently we turned the eastern flank | X |
| Of the mountain where its shadow deepest sank | X |
| Doubling the night along our rugged road | B |
| We felt that man was more than his abode | B |
| The inward life than Nature's raiment more | Y |
| And the warm sky the sundown tinted hill | Z |
| The forest and the lake seemed dwarfed and dim | A2 |
| Before the saintly soul whose human will | Z |
| Meekly in the Eternal footsteps trod | B |
| Making her homely toil and household ways | F |
| An earthly echo of the song of praise | F |
| Swelling from angel lips and harps of seraphim | A2 |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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