Sir Walter Scott Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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DEAD it was like a thunderboltA
To hear that he was deadB
Though for long weeks the words of fearC
Came from his dying bedB
Yet hope denied and would denyD
We did not think that he could dieD
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The poet has a glorious holdE
Upon the human heartF
Yet glory is from sympathyG
A light alone apartF
But there was something in thy nameH
Which touched us with a dearer claimH
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The earnest feeling borne to theeG
Was like a household tieD
A sunshine on our common lifeI
And from our daily skyD
Thy works are those familiar thingsJ
From which so much of memory springsJ
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We talked of them beside the hearthK
Till every story blendsL
With some remembered intercourseM
Of near and dearest friendsL
Friends that in early youth were oursN
Connected with life's happiest hoursN
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How well I can recall the timeO
When first I turned thy pageP
The green boughs closed above my headB
A natural hermitageQ
And sang a little brook alongR
As if it heard and caught thy songR
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I peopled all the walks and shadesS
With images of thineT
The lime tree was a lady's bowerU
The yew tree was a shrineT
Almost I deemed each sunbeam shoneV
O'er banner spear and morionV
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Now not one single trace is leftW
Of that sequestered nookX
The very course is turned asideY
Of that melodious brookX
Not so the memories can departF
Then garner'd in my inmost heartF
The past was his his generous songR
Went back to other daysZ
With filial feeling which still seesA2
Something to love and praiseZ
And closer drew the ties which bindB2
Man with his country and his kindB2
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It rang throughout his native landC2
A bold and stirring songR
As the merle's hymn at matin sweetD2
And as the trumpet strongR
A touch there was of each degreeG
Half minstrel and half knight was heG
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How many a lonely mountain gladeE2
Lives in his verse anewV
Linked with associate sympathyG
The tender and the trueV
For nature has fresh beauty broughtF2
When animate with life from thoughtF2
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'Tis not the valley nor the hillG2
Tho' beautiful they beG
That can suffice the heart till touchedH2
As they were touched by theeG
Thou who didst glorify the wholeI2
By pouring forth the poet's soulI2
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Who now could stand upon the banksJ2
Of thine own 'silver Tweed '-
Nor deem they heard thy 'warrior's horn '-
Or heard thy 'shepherd's reed '-
Immutable as Nature's claimH
The ground is hallowed by thy nameH
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I cannot bear to see the shelfK2
Where ranged thy volumes standC2
And think that mute is now thy lipL2
And cold is now thy handC2
That hadst thou been more common clayM2
So soon thou hadst not passed swayM2
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For thou didst die before thy timeO
The tenement o'erwroughtC2
The heart consumed by its desireU
The body worn by thoughtC2
Thyself the victim of thy shrineV
A glorious sacrifice was thineV
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Alas it is too soon for thisN2
The future for thy fameH
But now we mourn as if we mournedC2
A father's cherished claimH
Ah time may bid the laurel waveO2
We can but weep above thy graveO2

Letitia Elizabeth Landon



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