Botany Bay Eclogues 02 - Elinor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIHJKLMNOMPKQR SQS SHDTUVSSWXSSYZA2SB2S SC2SSD2LSSS E2F2G2TH2SI2J2K2L2M2 T N2O2P2SQ2R2SS2T2SE2I 2U2V2SBW2SSX2Y2SZ2SS SA3ZTime Morning Scene the Shore | A |
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Once more to daily toil once more to wear | B |
The weeds of infamy from every joy | C |
The heart can feel excluded I arise | D |
Worn out and faint with unremitting woe | E |
And once again with wearied steps I trace | F |
The hollow sounding shore The swelling waves | G |
Gleam to the morning sun and dazzle o'er | H |
With many a splendid hue the breezy strand | I |
Oh there was once a time when ELINOR | H |
Gazed on thy opening beam with joyous eye | J |
Undimm'd by guilt and grief when her full soul | K |
Felt thy mild radiance and the rising day | L |
Waked but to pleasure on thy sea girt verge | M |
Oft England have my evening steps stole on | N |
Oft have mine eyes surveyed the blue expanse | O |
And mark'd the wild wind swell the ruffled surge | M |
And seen the upheaved billows bosomed rage | P |
Rush on the rock and then my timid soul | K |
Shrunk at the perils of the boundless deep | Q |
And heaved a sigh for suffering mariners | R |
Ah little deeming I myself was doom'd | S |
To tempt the perils of the boundless deep | Q |
An Outcast unbeloved and unbewail'd | S |
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Why stern Remembrance must thine iron hand | S |
Harrow my soul why calls thy cruel power | H |
The fields of England to my exil'd eyes | D |
The joys which once were mine even now I see | T |
The lowly lovely dwelling even now | U |
Behold the woodbine clasping its white walls | V |
And hear the fearless red breasts chirp around | S |
To ask their morning meal for I was wont | S |
With friendly band to give their morning meal | W |
Was wont to love their song when lingering morn | X |
Streak'd o'er the chilly landskip the dim light | S |
And thro' the open'd lattice hung my head | S |
To view the snow drop's bud and thence at eve | Y |
When mildly fading sunk the summer sun | Z |
Oft have I loved to mark the rook's slow course | A2 |
And hear his hollow croak what time he sought | S |
The church yard elm whose wide embowering boughs | B2 |
Full foliaged half conceal'd the house of God | S |
There my dead father often have I heard | S |
Thy hallowed voice explain the wonderous works | C2 |
Of Heaven to sinful man Ah little deem'd | S |
Thy virtuous bosom that thy shameless child | S |
So soon should spurn the lesson sink the slave | D2 |
Of Vice and Infamy the hireling prey | L |
Of brutal appetite at length worn out | S |
With famine and the avenging scourge of guilt | S |
Should dare dishonesty yet dread to die | S |
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Welcome ye savage lands ye barbarous climes | E2 |
Where angry England sends her outcast sons | F2 |
I hail your joyless shores my weary bark | G2 |
Long tempest tost on Life's inclement sea | T |
Here hails her haven welcomes the drear scene | H2 |
The marshy plain the briar entangled wood | S |
And all the perils of a world unknown | I2 |
For Elinor has nothing new to fear | J2 |
From fickle Fortune all her rankling shafts | K2 |
Barb'd with disgrace and venom'd with disease | L2 |
Have pierced my bosom and the dart of death | M2 |
Has lost its terrors to a wretch like me | T |
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Welcome ye marshy heaths ye pathless woods | N2 |
Where the rude native rests his wearied frame | O2 |
Beneath the sheltering shade where when the storm | P2 |
As rough and bleak it rolls along the sky | S |
Benumbs his naked limbs he flies to seek | Q2 |
The dripping shelter Welcome ye wild plains | R2 |
Unbroken by the plough undelv'd by hand | S |
Of patient rustic where for lowing herds | S2 |
And for the music of the bleating flocks | T2 |
Alone is heard the kangaroo's sad note | S |
Deepening in distance Welcome ye rude climes | E2 |
The realm of Nature for as yet unknown | I2 |
The crimes and comforts of luxurious life | U2 |
Nature benignly gives to all enough | V2 |
Denies to all a superfluity | S |
What tho' the garb of infamy I wear | B |
Tho' day by day along the echoing beach | W2 |
I cull the wave worn shells yet day by day | S |
I earn in honesty my frugal food | S |
And lay me down at night to calm repose | X2 |
No more condemn'd the mercenary tool | Y2 |
Of brutal lust while heaves the indignant heart | S |
With Virtue's stiffled sigh to fold my arms | Z2 |
Round the rank felon and for daily bread | S |
To hug contagion to my poison'd breast | S |
On these wild shores Repentance' saviour hand | S |
Shall probe my secret soul shall cleanse its wounds | A3 |
And fit the faithful penitent for Heaven | Z |
Robert Southey
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