The Widow's Home Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLADMNOPQR ST PUVUWXSYZA2 B2C2SAD2E2F2G2C2H2I2 J2K2L2M2UN2O2P2Q2R2S 2ITDAITT2U2V2W2X2AR2 Y2UZ2A3B3Q2C3CD3PE3B 2F3C2E3CG3E2H3I3J3DK 3L3M3N3Z2O3ADM3BJU2P 3Z2SZEDPQ3G2Close on the margin of a brawling brook | A |
That bathes the low dell's bosom stands a Cot | B |
O'ershadow'd by broad Alders At its door | C |
A rude seat with an ozier canopy | D |
Invites the weary traveller to rest | E |
'Tis a poor humble dwelling yet within | F |
The sweets of joy domestic oft have made | G |
The long hour not unchearly while the Moor | H |
Was covered with deep snow and the bleak blast | I |
Swept with impetuous wing the mountain's brow | J |
On ev'ry tree of the near shelt'ring wood | K |
The minstrelsy of Nature shrill and wild | L |
Welcomes the stranger guest and carolling | A |
Love songs spontaneous greets him merrily | D |
The distant hills empurpled by the dawn | M |
And thinly scatter'd with blue mists that float | N |
On their bleak summits dimly visible | O |
Skirt the domain luxuriant while the air | P |
Breathes healthful fragrance On the Cottage roof | Q |
The gadding Ivy and the tawny Vine | R |
Bind the brown thatch the shelter'd winter hut | S |
Of the tame Sparrow and the Red breast bold | T |
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There dwells the Soldier's Widow young and fair | P |
Yet not more fair than virtuous Every day | U |
She wastes the hour glass waiting his return | V |
And every hour anticipates the day | U |
Deceiv'd yet cherish'd by the flatt'rer hope | W |
When she shall meet her Hero On the Eve | X |
Of Sabbath rest she trims her little hut | S |
With blossoms fresh and gaudy still herself | Y |
The queen flow'r of the garland The sweet Rose | Z |
Of wood wild beauty blushing thro' her tears | A2 |
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One little Son she has a lusty Boy | B2 |
The darling of her guiltless mourning heart | C2 |
The only dear and gay associate | S |
Of her lone widowhood His sun burnt cheek | A |
Is never blanch'd with fear though he will climb | D2 |
The broad oak's branches and with brawny arm | E2 |
Sever the limpid wave In his blue eye | F2 |
Beams all his mother's gentleness of soul | G2 |
While his brave father's warm intrepid heart | C2 |
Throbs in his infant bosom 'Tis a wight | H2 |
Most valourous yet pliant as the stem | I2 |
Of the low vale born lily when the dew | J2 |
Presses its perfum'd head Eight years his voice | K2 |
Has chear'd the homely hut for he could lisp | L2 |
Soft words of filial fondness ere his feet | M2 |
Could measure the smooth path way | U |
On the hills | N2 |
He watches the wide waste of wavy green | O2 |
Tissued with orient lustre till his eyes | P2 |
Ache with the dazzling splendour and the main | Q2 |
Rolling and blazing seems a second Sun | R2 |
And if a distant whitening sail appears | S2 |
Skimming the bright horizon while the mast | I |
Is canopied with clouds of dappled gold | T |
He homeward hastes rejoicing An old Tree | D |
Is his lone watch tow'r 'tis a blasted Oak | A |
Which from a vagrant Acorn ages past | I |
Sprang up to triumph like a Savage bold | T |
Braving the Season's warfare There he sits | T2 |
Silent and musing the long Evening hour | U2 |
'Till the short reign of Sunny splendour fades | V2 |
At the cold touch of twilight Oft he sings | W2 |
Or from his oaten pipe untiring pours | X2 |
The tune mellifluous which his father sung | A |
When HE could only listen | R2 |
On the sands | Y2 |
That bind the level sea shore will he stray | U |
When morn unlocks the East and flings afar | Z2 |
The rosy day beam There the boy will stop | A3 |
To gather the dank weeds which ocean leaves | B3 |
On the bleak strand while winter o'er the main | Q2 |
Howls its nocturnal clamour There again | C3 |
He chaunts his Father's ditty Never more | C |
Poor mountain minstrel shall thy bosom throb | D3 |
To the sweet cadence never more thy tear | P |
Fall as the dulcet breathings give each word | E3 |
Expression magical Thy Father Boy | B2 |
Sleeps on the bed of death His tongue is mute | F3 |
His fingers have forgot their pliant art | C2 |
His oaten pipe will ne'er again be heard | E3 |
Echoing along the valley Never more | C |
Will thy fond mother meet the balmy smile | G3 |
Of peace domestic or the circling arm | E2 |
Of valour temper'd by the milder joys | H3 |
Of rural merriment His very name | I3 |
Is now forgotten for no trophied tomb | J3 |
Tells of his bold exploits such heraldry | D |
Befits not humble worth For pomp and praise | K3 |
Wait in the gilded palaces of Pride | L3 |
To dress Ambition's Slaves Yet on his grave | M3 |
The unmark'd resting place of Valour's Sons | N3 |
The morning beam shines lust'rous The meek flow'r | Z2 |
Still drops the twilight tear and the night breeze | O3 |
Moans melancholy music | A |
Then to ME | D |
O dearer far is the poor Soldier's grave | M3 |
The Widow's lone and unregarded Cot | B |
The brawling Brook and the wide Alder bough | J |
The ozier Canopy and plumy choir | U2 |
Hymning the Morn's return than the rich Dome | P3 |
Of gilded Palaces and sweeter far | Z2 |
O far more graceful far more exquisite | S |
The Widow's tear bathing the living rose | Z |
Than the rich ruby blushing on the breast | E |
Of guilty greatness Welcome then to me | D |
The WIDOW'S LOWLY HOME The Soldier's HEIR | P |
The proud inheritor of Heav'n's best gifts | Q3 |
The mind unshackled and the guiltless Soul | G2 |
Mary Darby Robinson
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