The Exiles. 1660 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE FG DH FIDJ KLAL MNFO APQP FRF ISTS UVW XUY ZA2FA2 B2C2D2C2 FJAJ AE2F IF2JG2 H2ZI2 J2FK2 AF L2M2F FFN2F O2FDF IUOU UFUF F UK FP2F K2Q2FQ2 KFFF FFU FR2FR2 FUUU S2T2U2T2 UUF FLU2 IV2 UW2T2X2 F F F U UUU Y2UJU J2YFY H2FZ2F MFG2F J2A3B3A3 UFUF FC3T2C3 FV2FV2 D3FU2F J2FE3F H2UJ2U T2FFF UF3C3F3 G3FH3F J2UGU C3FJ2F FH3J2H3 UUUU I3FUF J3E2T2E2 FUKUThe goodman sat beside his door | A |
One sultry afternoon | B |
With his young wife singing at his side | C |
An old and goodly tune | B |
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A glimmer of heat was in the air | D |
The dark green woods were still | E |
And the skirts of a heavy thunder cloud | F |
Hung over the western hill | E |
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Black thick and vast arose that cloud | F |
Above the wilderness | G |
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As some dark world from upper air | D |
Were stooping over this | H |
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At times the solemn thunder pealed | F |
And all was still again | I |
Save a low murmur in the air | D |
Of coming wind and rain | J |
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Just as the first big rain drop fell | K |
A weary stranger came | L |
And stood before the farmer's door | A |
With travel soiled and lame | L |
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Sad seemed he yet sustaining hope | M |
Was in his quiet glance | N |
And peace like autumn's moonlight clothed | F |
His tranquil countenance | O |
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A look like that his Master wore | A |
In Pilate's council hall | P |
It told of wrongs but of a love | Q |
Meekly forgiving all | P |
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'Friend wilt thou give me shelter here ' | - |
The stranger meekly said | F |
And leaning on his oaken staff | R |
The goodman's features read | F |
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'My life is hunted evil men | I |
Are following in my track | S |
The traces of the torturer's whip | T |
Are on my aged back | S |
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'And much I fear 't will peril thee | U |
Within thy doors to take | V |
A hunted seeker of the Truth | W |
Oppressed for conscience' sake ' | - |
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Oh kindly spoke the goodman's wife | X |
'Come in old man ' quoth she | U |
'We will not leave thee to the storm | Y |
Whoever thou mayst be ' | - |
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Then came the aged wanderer in | Z |
And silent sat him down | A2 |
While all within grew dark as night | F |
Beneath the storm cloud's frown | A2 |
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But while the sudden lightning's blaze | B2 |
Filled every cottage nook | C2 |
And with the jarring thunder roll | D2 |
The loosened casements shook | C2 |
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A heavy tramp of horses' feet | F |
Came sounding up the lane | J |
And half a score of horse or more | A |
Came plunging through the rain | J |
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'Now Goodman Macy ope thy door | A |
We would not be house breakers | E2 |
A rueful deed thou'st done this day | F |
In harboring banished Quakers ' | - |
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Out looked the cautious goodman then | I |
With much of fear and awe | F2 |
For there with broad wig drenched with rain | J |
The parish priest he saw | G2 |
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Open thy door thou wicked man | H2 |
And let thy pastor in | Z |
And give God thanks if forty stripes | I2 |
Repay thy deadly sin ' | - |
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'What seek ye ' quoth the goodman | J2 |
'The stranger is my guest | F |
He is worn with toil and grievous wrong | K2 |
Pray let the old man rest ' | - |
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'Now out upon thee canting knave ' | - |
And strong hands shook the door | A |
'Believe me Macy ' quoth the priest | F |
'Thou 'lt rue thy conduct sore ' | - |
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Then kindled Macy's eye of fire | L2 |
'No priest who walks the earth | M2 |
Shall pluck away the stranger guest | F |
Made welcome to my hearth ' | - |
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Down from his cottage wall he caught | F |
The matchlock hotly tried | F |
At Preston pans and Marston moor | N2 |
By fiery Ireton's side | F |
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Where Puritan and Cavalier | O2 |
With shout and psalm contended | F |
And Rupert's oath and Cromwell's prayer | D |
With battle thunder blended | F |
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Up rose the ancient stranger then | I |
'My spirit is not free | U |
To bring the wrath and violence | O |
Of evil men on thee | U |
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'And for thyself I pray forbear | U |
Bethink thee of thy Lord | F |
Who healed again the smitten ear | U |
And sheathed His follower's sword | F |
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'I go as to the slaughter led | F |
Friends of the poor farewell ' | - |
Beneath his hand the oaken door | U |
Back on its hinges fell | K |
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'Come forth old graybeard yea and nay ' | - |
The reckless scoffers cried | F |
As to a horseman's saddle bow | P2 |
The old man's arms were tied | F |
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And of his bondage hard and long | K2 |
In Boston's crowded jail | Q2 |
Where suffering woman's prayer was heard | F |
With sickening childhood's wail | Q2 |
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It suits not with our tale to tell | K |
Those scenes have passed away | F |
Let the dim shadows of the past | F |
Brood o'er that evil day | F |
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'Ho sheriff ' quoth the ardent priest | F |
'Take Goodman Macy too | F |
The sin of this day's heresy | U |
His back or purse shall rue ' | - |
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'Now goodwife haste thee ' Macy cried | F |
She caught his manly arm | R2 |
Behind the parson urged pursuit | F |
With outcry and alarm | R2 |
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Ho speed the Macys neck or naught | F |
The river course was near | U |
The plashing on its pebbled shore | U |
Was music to their ear | U |
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A gray rock tasselled o'er with birch | S2 |
Above the waters hung | T2 |
And at its base with every wave | U2 |
A small light wherry swung | T2 |
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A leap they gain the boat and there | U |
The goodman wields his oar | U |
'Ill luck betide them all ' he cried | F |
'The laggards on the shore ' | - |
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Down through the crashing underwood | F |
The burly sheriff came | L |
'Stand Goodman Macy yield thyself | U2 |
Yield in the King's own name ' | - |
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'Now out upon thy hangman's face ' | - |
Bold Macy answered then | I |
'Whip women on the village green | V2 |
But meddle not with men ' | - |
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The priest came panting to the shore | U |
His grave cocked hat was gone | W2 |
Behind him like some owl's nest hung | T2 |
His wig upon a thorn | X2 |
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'Come back come back ' the parson cried | F |
'The church's curse beware ' | - |
'Curse an' thou wilt ' said Macy 'but | F |
Thy blessing prithee spare ' | - |
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'Vile scoffer ' cried the baffled priest | F |
'Thou 'lt yet the gallows see ' | - |
'Who's born to be hanged will not be drowned ' | - |
Quoth Macy merrily | U |
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'And so sir sheriff and priest good by ' | - |
He bent him to his oar | U |
And the small boat glided quietly | U |
From the twain upon the shore | U |
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Now in the west the heavy clouds | Y2 |
Scattered and fell asunder | U |
While feebler came the rush of rain | J |
And fainter growled the thunder | U |
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And through the broken clouds the sun | J2 |
Looked out serene and warm | Y |
Painting its holy symbol light | F |
Upon the passing storm | Y |
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Oh beautiful that rainbow span | H2 |
O'er dim Crane neck was bended | F |
One bright foot touched the eastern hills | Z2 |
And one with ocean blended | F |
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By green Pentucket's southern'slope | M |
The small boat glided fast | F |
The watchers of the Block house saw | G2 |
The strangers as they passed | F |
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That night a stalwart garrison | J2 |
Sat shaking in their shoes | A3 |
To hear the dip of Indian oars | B3 |
The glide of birch canoes | A3 |
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The fisher wives of Salisbury | U |
The men were all away | F |
Looked out to see the stranger oar | U |
Upon their waters play | F |
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Deer Island's rocks and fir trees threw | F |
Their sunset shadows o'er them | C3 |
And Newbury's spire and weathercock | T2 |
Peered o'er the pines before them | C3 |
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Around the Black Rocks on their left | F |
The marsh lay broad and green | V2 |
And on their right with dwarf shrubs crowned | F |
Plum Island's hills were seen | V2 |
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With skilful hand and wary eye | D3 |
The harbor bar was crossed | F |
A plaything of the restless wave | U2 |
The boat on ocean tossed | F |
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The glory of the sunset heaven | J2 |
On land and water lay | F |
On the steep hills of Agawam | E3 |
On cape and bluff and bay | F |
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They passed the gray rocks of Cape Ann | H2 |
And Gloucester's harbor bar | U |
The watch fire of the garrison | J2 |
Shone like a setting star | U |
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How brightly broke the morning | T2 |
On Massachusetts Bay | F |
Blue wave and bright green island | F |
Rejoicing in the day | F |
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On passed the bark in safety | U |
Round isle and headland steep | F3 |
No tempest broke above them | C3 |
No fog cloud veiled the deep | F3 |
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Far round the bleak and stormy Cape | G3 |
The venturous Macy passed | F |
And on Nantucket's naked isle | H3 |
Drew up his boat at last | F |
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And how in log built cabin | J2 |
They braved the rough sea weather | U |
And there in peace and quietness | G |
Went down life's vale together | U |
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How others drew around them | C3 |
And how their fishing sped | F |
Until to every wind of heaven | J2 |
Nantucket's sails were spread | F |
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How pale Want alternated | F |
With Plenty's golden smile | H3 |
Behold is it not written | J2 |
In the annals of the isle | H3 |
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And yet that isle remaineth | U |
A refuge of the free | U |
As when true hearted Macy | U |
Beheld it from the sea | U |
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Free as the winds that winnow | I3 |
Her shrubless hills of sand | F |
Free as the waves that batter | U |
Along her yielding land | F |
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Than hers at duty's summons | J3 |
No loftier spirit stirs | E2 |
Nor falls o'er human suffering | T2 |
A readier tear then hers | E2 |
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God bless the sea beat island | F |
And grant forevermore | U |
That charity and freedom dwell | K |
As now upon her shore | U |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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