The Bridal Of Pennacook Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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We had been wandering for many daysA
Through the rough northern country We had seenB
The sunset with its bars of purple cloudC
Like a new heaven shine upward from the lakeD
Of Winnepiseogee and had feltE
The sunrise breezes midst the leafy islesF
Which stoop their summer beauty to the lipsG
Of the bright waters We had checked our steedsH
Silent with wonder where the mountain wallI
Is piled to heaven and through the narrow riftJ
Of the vast rocks against whose rugged feetK
Beats the mad torrent with perpetual roarL
Where noonday is as twilight and the windM
Comes burdened with the everlasting moanN
Of forests and of far off waterfallsO
We had looked upward where the summer skyP
Tasselled with clouds light woven by the sunQ
Sprung its blue arch above the abutting cragsO
O'er roofing the vast portal of the landR
Beyond the wall of mountains We had passedS
The high source of the Saco and bewilderedT
In the dwarf spruce belts of the Crystal HillsO
Had heard above us like a voice in the cloudC
The horn of Fabyan sounding and atopU
Of old Agioochook had seen the mountains'O
Piled to the northward shagged with wood and thickV
As meadow mole hills the far sea of CascoW
A white gleam on the horizon of the eastX
Fair lakes embosomed in the woods and hillsO
Moosehillock's mountain range and KearsargeY
Lifting his granite forehead to the sunQ
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And we had rested underneath the oaksO
Shadowing the bank whose grassy spires are shakenQ
By the perpetual beating of the fallsO
Of the wild Ammonoosuc We had trackedZ
The winding Pemigewasset overhungA2
By beechen shadows whitening down its rocksO
Or lazily gliding through its intervalsO
From waving rye fields sending up the gleamB2
Of sunlit waters We had seen the moonC2
Rising behind Umbagog's eastern pinesO
Like a great Indian camp fire and its beamsO
At midnight spanning with a bridge of silverD2
The Merrimac by Uncanoonuc's fallsO
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There were five souls of us whom travel's chanceO
Had thrown together in these wild north hillsO
A city lawyer for a month escapingE2
From his dull office where the weary eyeP
Saw only hot brick walls and close thronged streetsO
Briefless as yet but with an eye to seeO
Life's sunniest side and with a heart to takeD
Its chances all as godsends and his brotherD2
Pale from long pulpit studies yet retainingE2
The warmth and freshness of a genial heartF2
Whose mirror of the beautiful and trueG2
In Man and Nature was as yet undimmedF2
By dust of theologic strife or breathH2
Of sect or cobwebs of scholastic loreL
Like a clear crystal calm of water takingE2
The hue and image of o'erleaning flowersO
Sweet human faces white clouds of the noonC2
Slant starlight glimpses through the dewy leavesO
And tenderest moonrise 'Twas in truth a studyF2
To mark his spirit alternating betweenB
A decent and professional gravityF2
And an irreverent mirthfulness which oftenQ
Laughed in the face of his divinityF2
Plucked off the sacred ephod quite unshrinedF2
The oracle and for the pattern priestF2
Left us the man A shrewd sagacious merchantF2
To whom the soiled sheet found in Crawford's innI2
Giving the latest news of city stocksO
And sales of cotton had a deeper meaningE2
Than the great presence of the awful mountainsO
Glorified by the sunset and his daughterD2
A delicate flower on whom had blown too longJ2
Those evil winds which sweeping from the iceO
And winnowing the fogs of LabradorL
Shed their cold blight round Massachusetts BayK2
With the same breath which stirs Spring's opening leavesO
And lifts her half formed flower bell on its stemL2
Poisoning our seaside atmosphereM2
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It chanced that as we turned upon our homeward wayK2
A drear northeastern storm came howling upN2
The valley of the Saco and that girlO2
Who had stood with us upon Mount WashingtonQ
Her brown locks ruffled by the wind which whirledF2
In gusts around its sharp cold pinnacleP2
Who had joined our gay trout fishing in the streamsO
Which lave that giant's feet whose laugh was heardF2
Like a bird's carol on the sunrise breezeO
Which swelled our sail amidst the lake's green islandsO
Shrank from its harsh chill breath and visibly droopedF2
Like a flower in the frost So in that quiet innI2
Which looks from Conway on the mountains piledF2
Heavily against the horizon of the northQ2
Like summer thunder clouds we made our homeR2
And while the mist hung over dripping hillsO
And the cold wind driven rain drops all day longJ2
Beat their sad music upon roof and paneS2
We strove to cheer our gentle invalidF2
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The lawyer in the pauses of the stormT2
Went angling down the Saco and returningE2
Recounted his adventures and mishapsO
Gave us the history of his scaly clientsO
Mingling with ludicrous yet apt citationsO
Of barbarous law Latin passagesO
From Izaak Walton's Angler sweet and freshU2
As the flower skirted streams of StaffordshireD2
Where under aged trees the southwest windF2
Of soft June mornings fanned the thin white hairV2
Of the sage fisher And if truth be toldF2
Our youthful candidate forsook his sermonsO
His commentaries articles and creedsO
For the fair page of human lovelinessO
The missal of young hearts whose sacred textF2
Is music its illumining sweet smilesO
He sang the songs she loved and in his lowW
Deep earnest voice recited many a pageW2
Of poetry the holiest tenderest linesO
Of the sad bard of Olney the sweet songsO
Simple and beautiful as Truth and NatureD2
Of him whose whitened locks on Rydal MountF2
Are lifted yet by morning breezes blowingE2
From the green hills immortal in his laysO
And for myself obedient to her wishX2
I searched our landlord's proffered libraryF2
A well thumbed Bunyan with its nice wood picturesO
Of scaly fiends and angels not unlike themL2
Watts' unmelodious psalms Astrology'sO
Last home a musty pile of almanacsO
And an old chronicle of border warsO
And Indian history And as I readF2
A story of the marriage of the ChiefY2
Of Saugus to the dusky WeetamooL2
Daughter of Passaconaway who dweltF2
In the old time upon the MerrimacZ2
Our fair one in the playful exerciseO
Of her prerogative the right divineA3
Of youth and beauty bade us versifyY2
The legend and with ready pencil sketchedF2
Its plan and outlines laughingly assigningE2
To each his part and barring our excusesO
With absolute will So like the cavaliersO
Whose voices still are heard in the RomanceO
Of silver tongued Boccaccio on the banksO
Of Arno with soft tales of love beguilingE2
The ear of languid beauty plague exiledF2
From stately Florence we rehearsed our rhymesO
To their fair auditor and shared by turnsO
Her kind approval and her playful censureD2
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It may be that these fragments owe aloneN
To the fair setting of their circumstancesO
The associations of time scene and audienceO
Their place amid the pictures which fill upN2
The chambers of my memory Yet I trustF2
That some who sigh while wandering in thoughtF2
Pilgrims of Romance o'er the olden worldF2
That our broad land our sea like lakes and mountainsO
Piled to the clouds our rivers overhungA2
By forests which have known no other changeB3
For ages than the budding and the fallI
Of leaves our valleys lovelier than thoseO
Which the old poets sang of should but figureD2
On the apocryphal chart of speculationQ
As pastures wood lots mill sites with the privilegesO
Rights and appurtenances which make upN2
A Yankee Paradise unsung unknownN
To beautiful tradition even their namesO
Whose melody yet lingers like the lastF2
Vibration of the red man's requiemL2
Exchanged for syllables significantF2
Of cotton mill and rail car will look kindlyF2
Upon this effort to call up the ghostF2
Of our dim Past and listen with pleased earC3
To the responses of the questioned ShadeF2
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I THE MERRIMACZ2
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O child of that white crested mountain whose springsO
Gush forth in the shade of the cliff eagle's wingsO
Down whose slopes to the lowlands thy wild waters shineA3
Leaping gray walls of rock flasO

John Greenleaf Whittier



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