The Bridal Of Pennacook Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQORS TOCUOVWXOYQ OQOZA2OOB2C2OOD2O OOE2POODD2E2F2G2F2H2 LE2OC2OF2BF2QF2F2F2F 2I2OE2OD2J2OLK2OL2M2 K2N2O2QF2P2OF2OOF2I2 F2Q2R2OJ2S2F2 T2E2OOOOU2D2F2V2F2OO OF2OWW2OOD2F2E2OX2F2 OL2OOOF2Y2L2F2Z2OA3Y 2F2E2OOOOE2F2OOD2 NOON2F2F2F2OA2B3IOD2 QON2NOF2L2F2F2F2C3F2 Z2 OOA3OWe had been wandering for many days | A |
Through the rough northern country We had seen | B |
The sunset with its bars of purple cloud | C |
Like a new heaven shine upward from the lake | D |
Of Winnepiseogee and had felt | E |
The sunrise breezes midst the leafy isles | F |
Which stoop their summer beauty to the lips | G |
Of the bright waters We had checked our steeds | H |
Silent with wonder where the mountain wall | I |
Is piled to heaven and through the narrow rift | J |
Of the vast rocks against whose rugged feet | K |
Beats the mad torrent with perpetual roar | L |
Where noonday is as twilight and the wind | M |
Comes burdened with the everlasting moan | N |
Of forests and of far off waterfalls | O |
We had looked upward where the summer sky | P |
Tasselled with clouds light woven by the sun | Q |
Sprung its blue arch above the abutting crags | O |
O'er roofing the vast portal of the land | R |
Beyond the wall of mountains We had passed | S |
The high source of the Saco and bewildered | T |
In the dwarf spruce belts of the Crystal Hills | O |
Had heard above us like a voice in the cloud | C |
The horn of Fabyan sounding and atop | U |
Of old Agioochook had seen the mountains' | O |
Piled to the northward shagged with wood and thick | V |
As meadow mole hills the far sea of Casco | W |
A white gleam on the horizon of the east | X |
Fair lakes embosomed in the woods and hills | O |
Moosehillock's mountain range and Kearsarge | Y |
Lifting his granite forehead to the sun | Q |
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And we had rested underneath the oaks | O |
Shadowing the bank whose grassy spires are shaken | Q |
By the perpetual beating of the falls | O |
Of the wild Ammonoosuc We had tracked | Z |
The winding Pemigewasset overhung | A2 |
By beechen shadows whitening down its rocks | O |
Or lazily gliding through its intervals | O |
From waving rye fields sending up the gleam | B2 |
Of sunlit waters We had seen the moon | C2 |
Rising behind Umbagog's eastern pines | O |
Like a great Indian camp fire and its beams | O |
At midnight spanning with a bridge of silver | D2 |
The Merrimac by Uncanoonuc's falls | O |
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There were five souls of us whom travel's chance | O |
Had thrown together in these wild north hills | O |
A city lawyer for a month escaping | E2 |
From his dull office where the weary eye | P |
Saw only hot brick walls and close thronged streets | O |
Briefless as yet but with an eye to see | O |
Life's sunniest side and with a heart to take | D |
Its chances all as godsends and his brother | D2 |
Pale from long pulpit studies yet retaining | E2 |
The warmth and freshness of a genial heart | F2 |
Whose mirror of the beautiful and true | G2 |
In Man and Nature was as yet undimmed | F2 |
By dust of theologic strife or breath | H2 |
Of sect or cobwebs of scholastic lore | L |
Like a clear crystal calm of water taking | E2 |
The hue and image of o'erleaning flowers | O |
Sweet human faces white clouds of the noon | C2 |
Slant starlight glimpses through the dewy leaves | O |
And tenderest moonrise 'Twas in truth a study | F2 |
To mark his spirit alternating between | B |
A decent and professional gravity | F2 |
And an irreverent mirthfulness which often | Q |
Laughed in the face of his divinity | F2 |
Plucked off the sacred ephod quite unshrined | F2 |
The oracle and for the pattern priest | F2 |
Left us the man A shrewd sagacious merchant | F2 |
To whom the soiled sheet found in Crawford's inn | I2 |
Giving the latest news of city stocks | O |
And sales of cotton had a deeper meaning | E2 |
Than the great presence of the awful mountains | O |
Glorified by the sunset and his daughter | D2 |
A delicate flower on whom had blown too long | J2 |
Those evil winds which sweeping from the ice | O |
And winnowing the fogs of Labrador | L |
Shed their cold blight round Massachusetts Bay | K2 |
With the same breath which stirs Spring's opening leaves | O |
And lifts her half formed flower bell on its stem | L2 |
Poisoning our seaside atmosphere | M2 |
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It chanced that as we turned upon our homeward way | K2 |
A drear northeastern storm came howling up | N2 |
The valley of the Saco and that girl | O2 |
Who had stood with us upon Mount Washington | Q |
Her brown locks ruffled by the wind which whirled | F2 |
In gusts around its sharp cold pinnacle | P2 |
Who had joined our gay trout fishing in the streams | O |
Which lave that giant's feet whose laugh was heard | F2 |
Like a bird's carol on the sunrise breeze | O |
Which swelled our sail amidst the lake's green islands | O |
Shrank from its harsh chill breath and visibly drooped | F2 |
Like a flower in the frost So in that quiet inn | I2 |
Which looks from Conway on the mountains piled | F2 |
Heavily against the horizon of the north | Q2 |
Like summer thunder clouds we made our home | R2 |
And while the mist hung over dripping hills | O |
And the cold wind driven rain drops all day long | J2 |
Beat their sad music upon roof and pane | S2 |
We strove to cheer our gentle invalid | F2 |
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The lawyer in the pauses of the storm | T2 |
Went angling down the Saco and returning | E2 |
Recounted his adventures and mishaps | O |
Gave us the history of his scaly clients | O |
Mingling with ludicrous yet apt citations | O |
Of barbarous law Latin passages | O |
From Izaak Walton's Angler sweet and fresh | U2 |
As the flower skirted streams of Staffordshire | D2 |
Where under aged trees the southwest wind | F2 |
Of soft June mornings fanned the thin white hair | V2 |
Of the sage fisher And if truth be told | F2 |
Our youthful candidate forsook his sermons | O |
His commentaries articles and creeds | O |
For the fair page of human loveliness | O |
The missal of young hearts whose sacred text | F2 |
Is music its illumining sweet smiles | O |
He sang the songs she loved and in his low | W |
Deep earnest voice recited many a page | W2 |
Of poetry the holiest tenderest lines | O |
Of the sad bard of Olney the sweet songs | O |
Simple and beautiful as Truth and Nature | D2 |
Of him whose whitened locks on Rydal Mount | F2 |
Are lifted yet by morning breezes blowing | E2 |
From the green hills immortal in his lays | O |
And for myself obedient to her wish | X2 |
I searched our landlord's proffered library | F2 |
A well thumbed Bunyan with its nice wood pictures | O |
Of scaly fiends and angels not unlike them | L2 |
Watts' unmelodious psalms Astrology's | O |
Last home a musty pile of almanacs | O |
And an old chronicle of border wars | O |
And Indian history And as I read | F2 |
A story of the marriage of the Chief | Y2 |
Of Saugus to the dusky Weetamoo | L2 |
Daughter of Passaconaway who dwelt | F2 |
In the old time upon the Merrimac | Z2 |
Our fair one in the playful exercise | O |
Of her prerogative the right divine | A3 |
Of youth and beauty bade us versify | Y2 |
The legend and with ready pencil sketched | F2 |
Its plan and outlines laughingly assigning | E2 |
To each his part and barring our excuses | O |
With absolute will So like the cavaliers | O |
Whose voices still are heard in the Romance | O |
Of silver tongued Boccaccio on the banks | O |
Of Arno with soft tales of love beguiling | E2 |
The ear of languid beauty plague exiled | F2 |
From stately Florence we rehearsed our rhymes | O |
To their fair auditor and shared by turns | O |
Her kind approval and her playful censure | D2 |
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It may be that these fragments owe alone | N |
To the fair setting of their circumstances | O |
The associations of time scene and audience | O |
Their place amid the pictures which fill up | N2 |
The chambers of my memory Yet I trust | F2 |
That some who sigh while wandering in thought | F2 |
Pilgrims of Romance o'er the olden world | F2 |
That our broad land our sea like lakes and mountains | O |
Piled to the clouds our rivers overhung | A2 |
By forests which have known no other change | B3 |
For ages than the budding and the fall | I |
Of leaves our valleys lovelier than those | O |
Which the old poets sang of should but figure | D2 |
On the apocryphal chart of speculation | Q |
As pastures wood lots mill sites with the privileges | O |
Rights and appurtenances which make up | N2 |
A Yankee Paradise unsung unknown | N |
To beautiful tradition even their names | O |
Whose melody yet lingers like the last | F2 |
Vibration of the red man's requiem | L2 |
Exchanged for syllables significant | F2 |
Of cotton mill and rail car will look kindly | F2 |
Upon this effort to call up the ghost | F2 |
Of our dim Past and listen with pleased ear | C3 |
To the responses of the questioned Shade | F2 |
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I THE MERRIMAC | Z2 |
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O child of that white crested mountain whose springs | O |
Gush forth in the shade of the cliff eagle's wings | O |
Down whose slopes to the lowlands thy wild waters shine | A3 |
Leaping gray walls of rock flas | O |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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