Peter Rugg The Bostonian Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEC FGHGIG JKAKLM NOP OQO DRSRTU OUFUAU A UVWVXY ZA2B2A2DA2 UUC2ZD2U UZUZE2Z F2G2UG2H2G2 I2J2UJ2K2J2 LZF2ZL2Z A M2G2N2G2DG2 UE2NE2UE2 L2O2P2O2DO2 UUQ2UR2U UDS2D T2D U2V2ZV2PV2 W2CG2CDC A G2DX2DDD ZDW2DY2D DZ2 A3Z2ZZ2 B3Y2DY2U2Y2 DG2G2G2DG2 DC3LC3UC3 DG2AG2ZG2 D3UUUG2U DAUAUA DUG2UDU DZG2ZDZ PAE3AQ2AI | A |
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The mare is pawing by the oak | B |
The chaise is cool and wide | C |
For Peter Rugg the Bostonian | D |
With his little son beside | C |
The women loiter at the wheels | E |
In the pleasant summer tide | C |
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And when wilt thou be home Father | F |
And when good husband say | G |
The cloud hangs heavy on the house | H |
What time thou art away | G |
He answers straight he answers short | I |
At noon of the seventh day | G |
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Fail not to come if God so will | J |
And the weather be kind and clear | K |
Farewell farewell But who am I | A |
A blockhead rain to fear | K |
God willing or God unwilling | L |
I have said it I will be here | M |
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He gathers up the sunburnt boy | N |
And from the gate is sped | O |
He shakes the spark from the stones below | P |
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The bloom from overhead | O |
Till the last roofs of his own town | Q |
Pass in the morning red | O |
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Upon a homely mission | D |
North unto York he goes | R |
Through the long highway broidered thick | S |
With elder blow and rose | R |
And sleeps in sounds of breakers | T |
At every twilight's close | U |
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Intense upon his heedless head | O |
Frowns Agamenticus | U |
Knowing of Heaven's challenger | F |
The answer even thus | U |
The Patience that is hid on high | A |
Doth stoop to master us | U |
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II | A |
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Full light are all his parting dreams | U |
Desire is in his brain | V |
He tightens at the tavern post | W |
The fiery creature's rein | V |
Now eat thine apple six years' child | X |
We face for home again | Y |
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They had not gone a many mile | Z |
With nimble heart and tongue | A2 |
When the lone thrush grew silent | B2 |
The walnut woods among | A2 |
And on the lulled horizon | D |
A premonition hung | A2 |
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The babes at Hampton schoolhouse | U |
The wife with lads at sea | U |
Search with a level lifted hand | C2 |
The distance bodingly | Z |
And farmer folk bid pilgrims in | D2 |
Under a safe roof tree | U |
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The mowers mark by Newbury | U |
How low the swallows fly | Z |
They glance across the southern roads | U |
All white and fever dry | Z |
And the river anxious at the bend | E2 |
Beneath a thinking sky | Z |
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But there is one abroad was born | F2 |
To disbelieve and dare | G2 |
Along the highway furiously | U |
He cuts the purple air | G2 |
The wind leaps on the startled world | H2 |
As hounds upon a hare | G2 |
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With brawl and glare and shudder ope | I2 |
The sluices of the storm | J2 |
The woods break down the sand upblows | U |
In blinding volleys warm | J2 |
The yellow floods in frantic surge | K2 |
Familiar fields deform | J2 |
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From evening until morning | L |
His skill will not avail | Z |
And as he cheers his youngest born | F2 |
His cheek is spectre pale | Z |
For the bonnie mare from courses known | L2 |
Has drifted like a sail | Z |
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III | A |
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On some wild crag he sees the dawn | M2 |
Unsheathe her scimitar | G2 |
Oh if it be my mother earth | N2 |
And not a foreign star | G2 |
Tell me the way to Boston | D |
And is it near or far | G2 |
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One watchman lifts his lamp and laughs | U |
Ye've many a league to wend | E2 |
The next doth bless the sleeping boy | N |
From his mad father's end | E2 |
A third upon a drawbridge growls | U |
Bear ye to larboard friend | E2 |
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Forward and backward like a stone | L2 |
The tides have in their hold | O2 |
He dashes east and then distraught | P2 |
Darts west as he is told | O2 |
Peter Rugg the Bostonian | D |
That knew the land of old | O2 |
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And journeying and resting scarce | U |
A melancholy space | U |
Turns to and fro and round and round | Q2 |
The frenzy in his face | U |
And ends alway in angrier mood | R2 |
And in a stranger place | U |
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Lost lost in bayberry thickets | U |
Where Plymouth plovers run | D |
And where the masts of Salem | S2 |
Look lordly in the sun | D |
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Lost in the Concord vale and lost | T2 |
By rocky Wollaston | D |
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Small thanks have they that guide him | U2 |
Awed and aware of blight | V2 |
To hear him shriek denial | Z |
It sickens them with fright | V2 |
They lied to me a month ago | P |
With thy same lie to night | V2 |
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To night to night as nights succeed | W2 |
He swears at home to bide | C |
Until pursued with laughter | G2 |
Or fled as soon as spied | C |
The weather drench d man is known | D |
Over the country side | C |
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IV | A |
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The seventh noon's a memory | G2 |
And autumn's closing in | D |
The quince is fragrant on the bough | X2 |
And barley chokes the bin | D |
O Boston Boston Boston | D |
And O my kith and kin | D |
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The snow climbs o'er the pasture wall | Z |
It crackles 'neath the moon | D |
And now the rustic sows the seed | W2 |
Damp in his heavy shoon | D |
And now the building jays are loud | Y2 |
In canopies of June | D |
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For season after season | D |
The three are whirled along | Z2 |
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Misled by every instinct | A3 |
Of light or scent or song | Z2 |
Yea put them on the surest trail | Z |
The trail is in the wrong | Z2 |
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Upon those wheels in any path | B3 |
The rain will follow loud | Y2 |
And he who meets that ghostly man | D |
Will meet a thunder cloud | Y2 |
And whosoever speaks with him | U2 |
May next bespeak his shroud | Y2 |
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Tho' nigh two hundred years have gone | D |
Doth Peter Rugg the more | G2 |
A gentle answer and a true | G2 |
Of living lips implore | G2 |
Oh show me to my own town | D |
And to my open door | G2 |
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Where shall he see his own town | D |
Once dear unto his feet | C3 |
The psalms the tankard to the King | L |
The beacon's cliffy seat | C3 |
The gabled neighborhood the stocks | U |
Set in the middle street | C3 |
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How shall he know his own town | D |
If now he clatters thro' | G2 |
Much men and cities change that have | A |
Another love to woo | G2 |
And things occult incredible | Z |
They find to think and do | G2 |
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With such new wonders since he went | D3 |
A broader gossip copes | U |
Across the crowded triple hills | U |
And up the harbor slopes | U |
Tradition's self for him no more | G2 |
Remembers watches hopes | U |
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But ye O unborn children | D |
For many a race must thrive | A |
And drip away like icicles | U |
Ere Peter Rugg arrive | A |
If of a sudden to your ears | U |
His plaint is blown alive | A |
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If nigh the city folding in | D |
A little lad that cries | U |
A wet and weary traveller | G2 |
Shall fix you with his eyes | U |
And from the crazy carriage lean | D |
To spend his heart in sighs | U |
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That I may enter Boston | D |
Oh help it to befall | Z |
There would no fear encompass me | G2 |
No evil craft appall | Z |
Ah but to be in Boston | D |
GOD WILLING after all | Z |
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Ye children tremble not but go | P |
And lift his bridle brave | A |
In the one Name the dread Name | E3 |
That doth forgive and save | A |
And leads him home to Copp's Hill ground | Q2 |
And to his father's grave | A |
Louise Imogen Guiney
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