The Youth Of Nature Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHEIJE KLMBNOPQRSTUVFW XQUYZA2B2Q A2DBA2C2A2B2ED2E2A2F 2 EG2PF2VH2I2J2QK2A2 L2BM2N2A2O2OP2H2A2Q2 I2R2IS2W T2A2U2IA2I2A2H2FIKI2 G2EA2I A2VV2W2M2X2UY2Z2A3B3 C3 A2EEEBEKPD3D2E3Y2G2C 3 NG2N2EM2EA2A2A2A2A2F 3 G3A2H3M2W| Rais'd are the dripping oars | A |
| Silent the boat the lake | B |
| Lovely and soft as a dream | C |
| Swims in the sheen of the moon | D |
| The mountains stand at its head | E |
| Clear in the pure June night | F |
| But the valleys are flooded with haze | G |
| Rydal and Fairfield are there | H |
| In the shadow Wordsworth lies dead | E |
| So it is so it will be for aye | I |
| Nature is fresh as of old | J |
| Is lovely a mortal is dead | E |
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| The spots which recall him survive | K |
| For he lent a new life to these hills | L |
| The Pillar still broods o'er the fields | M |
| Which border Ennerdale Lake | B |
| And Egremont sleeps by the sea | N |
| The gleam of The Evening Star | O |
| Twinkles on Grasmere no more | P |
| But ruin'd and solemn and grey | Q |
| The sheepfold of Michael survives | R |
| And far to the south the heath | S |
| Still blows in the Quantock coombs | T |
| By the favourite waters of Ruth | U |
| These survive yet not without pain | V |
| Pain and dejection to night | F |
| Can I feel that their Poet is gone | W |
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| He grew old in an age he condemn'd | X |
| He look'd on the rushing decay | Q |
| Of the times which had shelter'd his youth | U |
| Felt the dissolving throes | Y |
| Of a social order he lov'd | Z |
| Outliv'd his brethren his peers | A2 |
| And like the Theban seer | B2 |
| Died in his enemies' day | Q |
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| Cold bubbled the spring of Tilphusa | A2 |
| Copais lay bright in the moon | D |
| Helicon glass'd in the lake | B |
| Its firs and afar rose the peaks | A2 |
| Of Parnassus snowily clear | C2 |
| Thebes was behind him in flames | A2 |
| And the clang of arms in his ear | B2 |
| When his awe struck captors led | E |
| The Theban seer to the spring | D2 |
| Tiresias drank and died | E2 |
| Nor did reviving Thebes | A2 |
| See such a prophet again | F2 |
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| Well may we mourn when the head | E |
| Of a sacred poet lies low | G2 |
| In an age which can rear them no more | P |
| The complaining millions of men | F2 |
| Darken in labour and pain | V |
| But he was a priest to us all | H2 |
| Of the wonder and bloom of the world | I2 |
| Which we saw with his eyes and were glad | J2 |
| He is dead and the fruit bearing day | Q |
| Of his race is past on the earth | K2 |
| And darkness returns to our eyes | A2 |
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| For oh is it you is it you | L2 |
| Moonlight and shadow and lake | B |
| And mountains that fill us with joy | M2 |
| Or the Poet who sings you so well | N2 |
| Is it you O Beauty O Grace | A2 |
| O Charm O Romance that we feel | O2 |
| Or the voice which reveals what you are | O |
| Are ye like daylight and sun | P2 |
| Shar'd and rejoic'd in by all | H2 |
| Or are ye immers'd in the mass | A2 |
| Of matter and hard to extract | Q2 |
| Or sunk at the core of the world | I2 |
| Too deep for the most to discern | R2 |
| Like stars in the deep of the sky | I |
| Which arise on the glass of the sage | S2 |
| But are lost when their watcher is gone | W |
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| They are here' I heard as men heard | T2 |
| In Mysian Ida the voice | A2 |
| Of the Mighty Mother or Crete | U2 |
| The murmur of Nature reply | I |
| 'Loveliness Magic and Grace | A2 |
| They are here they are set in the world | I2 |
| They abide and the finest of souls | A2 |
| Has not been thrill'd by them all | H2 |
| Nor the dullest been dead to them quite | F |
| The poet who sings them may die | I |
| But they are immortal and live | K |
| For they are the life of the world | I2 |
| Will ye not learn it and know | G2 |
| When ye mourn that a poet is dead | E |
| That the singer was less than his themes | A2 |
| Life and Emotion and I | I |
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| 'More than the singer are these | A2 |
| Weak is the tremor of pain | V |
| That thrills in his mournfullest chord | V2 |
| To that which once ran through his soul | W2 |
| Cold the elation of joy | M2 |
| In his gladdest airiest song | X2 |
| To that which of old in his youth | U |
| Fill'd him and made him divine | Y2 |
| Hardly his voice at its best | Z2 |
| Gives us a sense of the awe | A3 |
| The vastness the grandeur the gloom | B3 |
| Of the unlit gulph of himself | C3 |
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| 'Ye know not yourselves and your bards | A2 |
| The clearest the best who have read | E |
| Most in themselves have beheld | E |
| Less than they left unreveal'd | E |
| Ye express not yourselves can ye make | B |
| With marble with colour with word | E |
| What charm'd you in others re live | K |
| Can thy pencil O Artist restore | P |
| The figure the bloom of thy love | D3 |
| As she was in her morning of spring | D2 |
| Canst thou paint the ineffable smile | E3 |
| Of her eyes as they rested on thine | Y2 |
| Can the image of life have the glow | G2 |
| The motion of life itself | C3 |
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| 'Yourselves and your fellows ye know not and me | N |
| The Mateless the One will ye know | G2 |
| Will ye scan me and read me and tell | N2 |
| Of the thoughts that ferment in my breast | E |
| My longing my sadness my joy | M2 |
| Will ye claim for your great ones the gift | E |
| To have render'd the gleam of my skies | A2 |
| To have echoed the moan of my seas | A2 |
| Utter'd the voice of my hills | A2 |
| When your great ones depart will ye say | A2 |
| All things have suffer'd a loss | A2 |
| Nature is hid in their grave | F3 |
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| 'Race after race man after man | G3 |
| Have dream'd that my secret was theirs | A2 |
| Have thought that I liv'd but for them | H3 |
| That they were my glory and joy | M2 |
| They are dust they are chang'd they are gone | W |
| I remain ' | - |
Matthew Arnold
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