The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto V Poem Rhyme Scheme

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We left the cave Be Fear said I defy'd	A
Virtue for thou art Virtue is my guide	A
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By time worn steps a steep ascent we gain	B
Whose summit yields a prospect o'er the plain	B
There bench'd with turf an oak our seat extends	C
Whose top a verdant branch'd pavilion bends	C
Vistas with leaves diversify the scene	D
Some pale some brown and some of lively green	D
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Now from the full grown day a beamy show'r	E
Gleams on the lake and gilds each glossy flow'r	E
Gay insects sparkle in the genial blaze	F
Various as light and countless as its rays	F
They dance on every stream and pictur'd play	G
'Till by the wat'ry racer snatch'd away	G
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Now from yon range of rocks strong rays rebound	A
Doubling the day on flow'ry plains around	A
King cups beneath far striking colours glance	H
Bright as th' etherial glows the green expanse	H
Gems of the field the topaz charms the sight	A
Like these effulging yellow streams of light	A
From the same rocks fall rills with soften'd force	I
Meet in yon mead and well a river's source	I
Thro' her clear channel shine her finny shoals	J
O'er sands like gold the liquid crystal rolls	J
Dimm'd in yon coarser moor her charms decay	G
And shape thro' rustling reeds a ruffled way	G
Near willows short and bushy shadows throw	K
Now lost she seems thro' nether tracts to flow	K
Yet at yon point winds out in silver state	A
Like Virtue from a labyrinth of fate	A
In length'ning rows prone from the mountains run	L
The flocks their fleeces glist'ning in the sun	L
Her streams they seek and 'twixt her neighb'ring trees	M
Recline in various attitudes of ease	M
Where the herds sip the little scaly fry	N
Swift from the shore in scatt'ring myriads fly	N
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Each liv'ry'd cloud that round th' horizon glows	O
Shifts in odd scenes like earth from whence it rose	O
The bee hums wanton in yon jasmine bow'r	E
And circling settles and despoils the flow'r	E
Melodious there the plumy songsters meet	A
And call charm'd Echo from her arch'd retreat	A
Neat polish'd mansions rise in prospect gay	G
Time batter'd tow'rs frown awful in decay	G
The sun plays glitt'ring on the rocks and spires	P
And the lawn lightens with reflected fires	Q
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Here Mirth and Fancy's wanton train advance	H
And to light measures turn the swimming dance	H
Sweet slow pac'd Melancholy next appears	R
Pompous in grief and eloquent of tears	S
Here Meditation shines in azure drest	A
All starr'd with gems a sun adorns her crest	A
Religion to whose lifted raptur'd eyes	T
Seraphic hosts descend from opening skies	T
Beauty who sways the heart and charms the sight	A
Whose tongue is music and whose smile delight	A
Whose brow is majesty whose bosom peace	U
Who bad creation be and chaos cease	U
Whose breath perfumes the spring whose eye divine	V
Kindled the sun and gave its light to shine	V
Here in thy likeness fair Ophelia seen	D
She throws kind lustre o'er th' enliven'd green	D
Next her Description robed in various hues	W
Invites attention from the pensive Muse	W
The Muse she comes refin'd the passions wait	A
And Precept ever winning wise and great	A
The Muse a thousand spirits wing the air	X
Once men who made like her mankind their care	X
Inamour'd round her press th' inspiring throng	Y
And swell to ecstacy her solemn song	Y
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Thus in the dame each nobler grace we find	A
Fair Wortley's angel accent eyes and mind	A
Whether her sight the dew bright dawn surveys	F
The noon's dry heat or evening's temper'd rays	F
The hours of storm or calm the gleby ground	A
The coral'd sea gem'd rock or sky profound	A
A Raphael's fancy animates each line	V
Each image strikes with energy divine	V
Bacon and Newton in her thought conspire	Z
Not sweeter than her voice is Handel's lyre	A2
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My hermit thus She beckons us away	G
Oh let us swift the high behest obey	G
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Now thro' a lane which mingling tracts have crost	A
The way unequal and the landscape lost	A
We rove The warblers lively tunes essay	G
The lark on wing the linnet on the spray	G
While music trembles in their songful throats	B2
The bullfinch whistles soft his flute like notes	B2
The bolder blackbird swells sonorous lays	F
The varying thrush commands a tuneful maze	F
Each a wild length of melody pursues	W
While the soft murm'ring am'rous wood dove cooes	W
And when in spring these melting mixtures flow	K
The cuckoo sends her unison of woe	K
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But as smooth seas are furrow'd by a storm	C2
As troubles all our tranquil joys deform	C2
So loud through air unwelcome noises sound	A
And harmony's at once in discord drown'd	A
From yon dark cypress croaks the raven's cry	N
As dissonant the daw jay chatt'ring pie	N
The clam'rous crows abandon'd carnage seek	D2
And the harsh owl shrills out a sharp'ning shriek	D2
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At the lane's end a high lath'd gate's prefer'd	A
To bar the trespass of a vagrant herd	A
Fast by a meagre mendicant we find	A
Whose russet rags hang flutt'ring in the wind	A
Years bow his back a staff supports his tread	A
And soft white hairs shade thin his palsy'd head	A
Poor wretch Is this for charity his haunt	A
He meets the frequent slight and ruthless taunt	A
On slaves of guilt oft smiles the squand'ring peer	E2
But passing knows not common bounty here	F2
Vain thing in what dost thou superior shine	V
His our first sire what race more ancient thine	V
Less backward trac'd he may his lineage draw	G2
From men whose influence kept the world in awe	H2
Whose worthless sons like thee perchance consum'd	A
Their ample store their line to want was doom'd	A
So thine may perish by the course of things	W
While his from beggars re ascend to kings	W
Now lazar as thy hardships I peruse	W
On my own state instructed would I muse	W
When I view greatness I my lot lament	A
Compar'd to thee I snatch supreme content	A
I might have felt did heav'n not gracious deal	I2
A fate which I must mourn to see thee feel	I2
But soft the cripple our approach descries	W
And to the gate tho' weak officious hies	W
I spring preventive and unbar the way	G
Then turning with a smile of pity say	G
Here friend this little copper alms receive	J2
Instance of will without the pow'r to give	K2
Hermit if here with pity we reflect	A
How must we grieve when learning meets neglect	A
When god like souls endure a mean restraint	A
When gen'rous will is curb'd by tyrant want	A
He truly feels what to distress belongs	W
Who to his private adds a people's wrongs	W
Merit's a mark at which disgrace is thrown	L2
And ev'ry injur'd virtue is his own	L2
Such their own pangs with patience here endure	M2
Yet there weep wounds they are denied to cure	M2
Thus rich in poverty thus humbly great	A
And tho' depress'd superior to their fate	A
Minions in pow'r and misers 'mid their store	N2
Are mean in greatness and in plenty poor	O2
What's pow'r or wealth Were they not form'd for aid	A
A spring for virtue and from wrongs a shade	A
In pow'r we savage tyranny behold	A
And wily av'rce owns polluted gold	A
From golden sands her pride could Lybia raise	W
Could she who spreads no pasture claim our praise	W
Loath'd were her wealth where rabid monsters breed	A
Where serpents pamper'd on her venom feed	A
No sheltry trees invite the Wand'rer's eye	N
No fruits no grain no gums her tracts supply	N
On her vast wilds no lovely prospects run	L
But all lies barren tho' beneath the sun	L
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My Hermit thus I know thy soul believes	W
'Tis hard vice triumphs and that virtue grieves	W
Yet oft affliction purifies the mind	A
Kind benefits oft flow from means unkind	A
Were the whole known that we uncouth suppose	W
Doubtless would beauteous symmetry disclose	W
The naked cliff that singly rough remains	W
In prospect dignifies the fertile plains	W
Lead colour'd clouds in scatt'ring fragments seen	D
Shew tho' in broken views the blue serene	D
Severe distresses industry inspire	A2
Thus captives oft excelling arts acquire	Z
And boldly struggle thro' a state of shame	P2
To life ease plenty liberty and fame	P2
Sword law has of	Q2

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