Monadnoc Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Our music's in the hills | B |
Gayest pictures rose to win me | A |
Leopard colored rills | B |
Up If thou knew'st who calls | B |
To twilight parks of beech and pine | C |
High over the river intervals | B |
Above the ploughman's highest line | C |
Over the owner's farthest walls | B |
Up where the airy citadel | D |
O'erlooks the purging landscape's swell | D |
Let not unto the stones the day | E |
Her lily and rose her sea and land display | E |
Read the celestial sign | C |
Lo the South answers to the North | F |
Bookworm break this sloth urbane | G |
A greater Spirit bids thee forth | F |
Than the gray dreams which thee detain | G |
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Mark how the climbing Oreads | B |
Beckon thee to their arcades | B |
Youth for a moment free as they | E |
Teach thy feet to feel the ground | H |
Ere yet arrive the wintry day | E |
When Time thy feet has bound | H |
Accept the bounty of thy birth | I |
Taste the lordship of the earth | I |
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I heard and I obeyed | J |
Assured that he who pressed the claim | K |
Well known but loving not a name | K |
Was not to be gainsaid | J |
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Ere yet the summoning voice was still | L |
I turned to Cheshire's haughty hill | L |
From the fixed cone the cloud rack flowed | J |
Like ample banner flung abroad | J |
Round about a hundred miles | B |
With invitation to the sea and to the bordering isles | B |
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In his own loom's garment drest | J |
By his own bounty blest | J |
Fast abides this constant giver | M |
Pouring many a cheerful river | M |
To far eyes an a euml rial isle | N |
Unploughed which finer spirits pile | N |
Which morn and crimson evening paint | J |
For bard for lover and for saint | J |
The country's core | O |
Inspirer prophet evermore | O |
Pillar which God aloft had set | J |
So that men might it not forget | J |
It should be their life's ornament | J |
And mix itself with each event | J |
Their calendar and dial | P |
Barometer and chemic phial | P |
Garden of berries perch of birds | B |
Pasture of pool haunting herds | B |
Graced by each change of sum untold | J |
Earth baking heat stone cleaving cold | J |
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The Titan minds his sky affairs | B |
Rich rents and wide alliance shares | B |
Mysteries of color daily laid | J |
By the great sun in light and shade | J |
And sweet varieties of chance | B |
And the mystic seasons' dance | B |
And thief like step of liberal hours | B |
Which thawed the snow drift into flowers | B |
O wondrous craft of plant and stone | Q |
By eldest science done and shown | Q |
Happy I said whose home is here | R |
Fair fortunes to the mountaineer | S |
Boon nature to his poorest shed | J |
Has royal pleasure grounds outspread | J |
Intent I searched the region round | J |
And in low hut my monarch found | J |
He was no eagle and no earl | P |
Alas my foundling was a churl | P |
With heart of cat and eyes of bug | T |
Dull victim of his pipe and mug | T |
Woe is me for my hopes' downfall | P |
Lord is yon squalid peasant all | P |
That this proud nursery could breed | J |
For God's vicegerency and stead | J |
Time out of mind this forge of ores | B |
Quarry of spars in mountain pores | B |
Old cradle hunting ground and bier | R |
Of wolf and otter bear and deer | S |
Well built abode of many a race | B |
Tower of observance searching space | B |
Factory of river and of rain | G |
Link in the alps' globe girding chain | G |
By million changes skilled to tell | P |
What in the Eternal standeth well | P |
And what obedient nature can | U |
Is this colossal talisman | V |
Kindly to creature blood and kind | J |
And speechless to the master's mind | J |
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I thought to find the patriots | B |
In whom the stock of freedom roots | B |
To myself I oft recount | J |
Tales of many a famous mount | J |
Wales Scotland Uri Hungary's dells | B |
Roys and Scanderbegs and Tells | B |
Here now shall nature crowd her powers | B |
Her music and her meteors | B |
And lifting man to the blue deep | W |
Where stars their perfect courses keep | W |
Like wise preceptor lure his eye | X |
To sound the science of the sky | X |
And carry learning to its height | J |
Of untried power and sane delight | J |
The Indian cheer the frosty skies | B |
Breed purer wits inventive eyes | B |
Eyes that frame cities where none be | A |
And hands that stablish what these see | A |
And by the moral of his place | B |
Hint summits of heroic grace | B |
Man in these crags a fastness find | J |
To fight pollution of the mind | J |
In the wide thaw and ooze of wrong | Y |
Adhere like this foundation strong | Y |
The insanity of towns to stem | Z |
With simpleness for stratagem | A2 |
But if the brave old mould is broke | B2 |
And end in clowns the mountain folk | B2 |
In tavern cheer and tavern joke | B2 |
Sink O mountain in the swamp | C2 |
Hide in thy skies O sovereign lap | D2 |
Perish like leaves the highland breed | J |
No sire survive no son succeed | J |
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Soft let not the offended muse | B |
Toil's hard hap with scorn accuse | B |
Many hamlets sought I then | E2 |
Many farms of mountain men | E2 |
Found I not a minstrel seed | J |
But men of bone and good at need | J |
Rallying round a parish steeple | P |
Nestle warm the highland people | P |
Coarse and boisterous yet mild | J |
Strong as giant slow as child | J |
Smoking in a squalid room | F2 |
Where yet the westland breezes come | A2 |
Close hid in those rough guises lurk | G2 |
Western magians here they work | G2 |
Sweat and season are their arts | B |
Their talismans are ploughs and carts | B |
And well the youngest can command | J |
Honey from the frozen land | J |
With sweet hay the swamp adorn | H2 |
Change the running sand to corn | H2 |
For wolves and foxes lowing herds | B |
And for cold mosses cream and curds | B |
Weave wood to canisters and mats | B |
Drain sweet maple juice in vats | B |
No bird is safe that cuts the air | I2 |
From their rifle or their snare | I2 |
No fish in river or in lake | J2 |
But their long hands it thence will take | J2 |
And the country's iron face | B |
Like wax their fashioning skill betrays | B |
To fill the hollows sink the hills | B |
Bridge gulfs drain swamps build dams and mills | B |
And fit the bleak and howling place | B |
For gardens of a finer race | B |
The world soul knows his own affair | I2 |
Fore looking when his hands prepare | I2 |
For the next ages men of mould | J |
Well embodied well ensouled | J |
He cools the present's fiery glow | P |
Sets the life pulse strong but slow | P |
Bitter winds and fasts austere | S |
His quarantines and grottos where | I2 |
He slowly cures decrepit flesh | K2 |
And brings it infantile and fresh | K2 |
These exercises are the toys | B |
And games with which he breathes his boys | B |
They bide their time and well can prove | L2 |
If need were their line from Jove | L2 |
Of the same stuff and so allayed | J |
As that whereof the sun is made | J |
And of that fibre quick and strong | Y |
Whose throbs are love whose thrills are song | Y |
Now in sordid weeds they sleep | W |
Their secret now in dulness keep | W |
Yet will you learn our ancient speech | M2 |
These the masters who can teach | M2 |
Fourscore or a hundred words | B |
All their vocal muse affords | B |
These they turn in other fashion | V |
Than the writer or the parson | V |
I can spare the college bell | P |
And the learned lecture well | P |
Spare the clergy and libraries | B |
Institutes and dictionaries | B |
For the hardy English root | J |
Thrives here unvalued underfoot | J |
Rude poets of the tavern hearth | N2 |
Squandering your unquoted mirth | I |
Which keeps the ground and never soars | B |
While Jake retorts and Reuben roars | B |
Tough and screaming as birch bark | O2 |
Goes like bullet to its mark | O2 |
While the solid curse and jeer | S |
Never balk the waiting ear | R |
To student ears keen relished jokes | B |
On truck and stock and farming folks | B |
Nought the mountain yields thereof | L2 |
But savage health and sinews tough | L2 |
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On the summit as I stood | J |
O'er the wide floor of plain and flood | J |
Seemed to me the towering hill | P |
Was not altogether still | P |
But a quiet sense conveyed | J |
If I err not thus it said | J |
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Many feet in summer seek | P2 |
Betimes my far appearing peak | P2 |
In the dreaded winter time | Q2 |
None save dappling shadows climb | Q2 |
Under clouds my lonely head | J |
Old as the sun old almost as the shade | J |
And comest thou | R2 |
To see strange forests and new snow | P |
And tread uplifted land | J |
And leavest thou thy lowland race | B |
Here amid clouds to stand | J |
And would'st be my companion | V |
Where I gaze | B |
And shall gaze | B |
When forests fall and man is gone | S2 |
Over tribes and over times | B |
As the burning Lyre | T2 |
Nearing me | A |
With its stars of northern fire | M |
In many a thousand years | B |
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Ah welcome if thou bring | U2 |
My secret in thy brain | G |
To mountain top may muse's wing | U2 |
With good allowance strain | G |
Gentle pilgrim if thou know | P |
The gamut old of Pan | U |
And how the hills began | U |
The frank blessings of the hill | P |
Fall on thee as fall they will | P |
'Tis the law of bush and stone | Q |
Each can only take his own | Q |
Let him heed who can and will | P |
Enchantment fixed me here | R |
To stand the hurts of time until | P |
In mightier chant I disappear | S |
If thou trowest | J |
How the chemic eddies play | P |
Pole to pole and what they say | P |
And that these gray crags | P |
Not on crags are hung | V2 |
But beads are of a rosary | A |
On prayer and music strung | V2 |
And credulous through the granite seeming | U2 |
Seest the smile of Reason beaming | U2 |
Can thy style discerning eye | X |
The hidden working Builder spy | X |
Who builds yet makes no chips no din | W2 |
With hammer soft as snow flake's flight | J |
Knowest thou this | P |
O pilgrim wandering not amiss | P |
Already my rocks lie light | J |
And soon my cone will spin | W2 |
For the world was built in order | M |
And the atoms march in tune | X2 |
Rhyme the pipe and time the warder | M |
Cannot forget the sun the moon | X2 |
Orb and atom forth they prance | P |
When they hear from far the rune | X2 |
None so backward in the troop | Y2 |
When the music and the dance | P |
Reach his place and circumstance | P |
But knows the sun creating sound | J |
And though a pyramid will bound | J |
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Monadnoc is a mountain strong | Y |
Tall and good my kind among | V2 |
But well I know no mountain can | U |
Measure with a perfect man | U |
For it is on Zodiack's writ | J |
Adamant is soft to wit | J |
And when the greater comes again | E2 |
With my music in his brain | G |
I shall pass as glides my shadow | J |
Daily over hill and meadow | J |
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Through all time | Q2 |
I hear the approaching feet | J |
Along the flinty pathway beat | J |
Of him that cometh and shall come | A2 |
Of him who shall as lightly bear | I2 |
My daily load of woods and streams | P |
As now the round sky cleaving boat | J |
Which never strains its rocky beams | P |
Whose timbers as they silent float | J |
Alps and Caucasus uprear | I2 |
And the long Alleghanies here | I2 |
And all town sprinkled lands that be | A |
Sailing through stars with all their history | A |
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Every morn I lift my head | J |
Gaze o'er New England underspread | J |
South from Saint Lawrence to the Sound | J |
From Katshill east to the sea bound | J |
Anchored fast for many an age | Z2 |
I await the bard and sage | Z2 |
Who in large thoughts like fair pearl seed | J |
Shall string Monadnoc like a bead | J |
Comes that cheerful troubadour | I2 |
This mound shall throb his face before | I2 |
As when with inward fires and pain | G |
It rose a bubble from the plain | G |
When he cometh I shall shed | J |
From this well spring in my head | J |
Fountain drop of spicier worth | I |
Than all vintage of the earth | I |
There's fruit upon my barren soil | P |
Costlier far than wine or oil | P |
There's a berry blue and gold | J |
Autumn ripe its juices hold | J |
Sparta's stoutness Bethlehem's heart | J |
Asia's rancor Athens' art | J |
Slowsure Britain's secular might | J |
And the German's inward sight | J |
I will give my son to eat | J |
Best of Pan's immortal meat | J |
Bread to eat and juice to drink | A3 |
So the thoughts that he shall think | A3 |
Shall not be forms of stars but stars | P |
Nor pictures pale but Jove and Mars | P |
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He comes but not of that race bred | J |
Who daily climb my specular head | J |
Oft as morning wreathes my scarf | L2 |
Fled the last plumule of the dark | O2 |
Pants up hither the spruce clerk | G2 |
From South Cove and City wharf | L2 |
I take him up my rugged sides | P |
Half repentant scant of breath | B3 |
Bead eyes my granite chaos show | J |
And my midsummer snow | J |
Open the daunting map beneath | C3 |
All his county sea and land | J |
Dwarfed to measure of his hand | J |
His day's ride is a furlong space | P |
His city tops a glimmering haze | P |
I plant his eyes on the sky hoop bounding | U2 |
See there the grim gray rounding | U2 |
Of the bullet of the earth | I |
Whereon ye sail | P |
Tumbling steep | W |
In the uncontinented deep | W |
He looks on that and he turns pale | P |
'Tis even so this treacherous kite | J |
Farm furrowed town incrusted sphere | I2 |
Thoughtless of its anxious freight | J |
Plunges eyeless on for ever | I2 |
And he poor parasite | J |
Cooped in a ship he cannot steer | I2 |
Who is the captain he knows not | J |
Port or pilot trows not | J |
Risk or ruin he must share | I2 |
I scowl on him with my cloud | J |
With my north wind chill his blood | J |
I lame him clattering down the rocks | P |
And to live he is in fear | I2 |
Then at last I let him down | D3 |
Once more into his dapper town | D3 |
To chatter frightened to his clan | U |
And forget me if he can | U |
As in the old poetic fame | K |
The gods are blind and lame | K |
And the simular despite | J |
Betrays the more abounding might | J |
So call not waste that barren cone | Q |
Above the floral zone | Q |
Where forests starve | L2 |
It is pure use | P |
What sheaves like those which here we glean and bind | J |
Of a celestial Ceres and the Muse | P |
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Ages are thy days | P |
Thou grand expressor of the present tense | P |
And type of permanence | P |
Firm ensign of the fatal Being | U2 |
Amid these coward shapes of joy and grief | L2 |
That will not bide the seeing | U2 |
Hither we bring | U2 |
Our insect miseries to the rocks | P |
And the whole flight with pestering wing | U2 |
Vanish and end their murmuring | U2 |
Vanish beside these dedicated blocks | P |
Which who can tell what mason laid | J |
Spoils of a front none need restore | I2 |
Replacing frieze and architrave | L2 |
Yet flowers each stone rosette and metope brave | L2 |
Still is the haughty pile erect | J |
Of the old building Intellect | J |
Complement of human kind | J |
Having us at vantage still | P |
Our sumptuous indigence | P |
O barren mound thy plenties fill | P |
We fool and prate | J |
Thou art silent and sedate | J |
To million kinds and times one sense | P |
The constant mountain doth dispense | P |
Shedding on all its snows and leaves | P |
One joy it joys one grief it grieves | P |
Thou seest O watchman tall | P |
Our towns and races grow and fall | P |
And imagest the stable Good | J |
For which we all our lifetime grope | E3 |
In shifting form the formless mind | J |
And though the substance us elude | J |
We in thee the shadow find | J |
Thou in our astronomy | A |
An opaker star | I2 |
Seen haply from afar | I2 |
Above the horizon's hoop | Y2 |
A moment by the railway troop | Y2 |
As o'er some bolder height they speed | J |
By circumspect ambition | V |
By errant Gain | G |
By feasters and the frivolous | P |
Recallest us | P |
And makest sane | G |
Mute orator well skilled to plead | J |
And send conviction without phrase | P |
Thou dost supply | X |
The shortness of our days | P |
And promise on thy Founder's truth | F3 |
Long morrow to this mortal youth | F3 |
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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