Elinor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIHJKLMNOMPKQR SQS SHDTUVSSWXSSYZA2SB2S SC2SSD2LSSS E2F2G2TH2SI2J2K2L2M2 T N2O2P2SQ2R2SS2T2SE2I 2U2V2SBW2SSX2Y2SZ2SS SA3Z B3C3

Time Morning Scene the ShoreA
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Once more to daily toil once more to wearB
The weeds of infamy from every joyC
The heart can feel excluded I ariseD
Worn out and faint with unremitting woeE
And once again with wearied steps I traceF
The hollow sounding shore The swelling wavesG
Gleam to the morning sun and dazzle o'erH
With many a splendid hue the breezy strandI
Oh there was once a time when ELINORH
Gazed on thy opening beam with joyous eyeJ
Undimm'd by guilt and grief when her full soulK
Felt thy mild radiance and the rising dayL
Waked but to pleasure on thy sea girt vergeM
Oft England have my evening steps stole onN
Oft have mine eyes surveyed the blue expanseO
And mark'd the wild wind swell the ruffled surgeM
And seen the upheaved billows bosomed rageP
Rush on the rock and then my timid soulK
Shrunk at the perils of the boundless deepQ
And heaved a sigh for suffering marinersR
Ah little deeming I myself was doom'dS
To tempt the perils of the boundless deepQ
An Outcast unbeloved and unbewail'dS
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Why stern Remembrance must thine iron handS
Harrow my soul why calls thy cruel powerH
The fields of England to my exil'd eyesD
The joys which once were mine even now I seeT
The lowly lovely dwelling even nowU
Behold the woodbine clasping its white wallsV
And hear the fearless red breasts chirp aroundS
To ask their morning meal for I was wontS
With friendly band to give their morning mealW
Was wont to love their song when lingering mornX
Streak'd o'er the chilly landskip the dim lightS
And thro' the open'd lattice hung my headS
To view the snow drop's bud and thence at eveY
When mildly fading sunk the summer sunZ
Oft have I loved to mark the rook's slow courseA2
And hear his hollow croak what time he soughtS
The church yard elm whose wide embowering boughsB2
Full foliaged half conceal'd the house of GodS
There my dead father often have I heardS
Thy hallowed voice explain the wonderous worksC2
Of Heaven to sinful man Ah little deem'dS
Thy virtuous bosom that thy shameless childS
So soon should spurn the lesson sink the slaveD2
Of Vice and Infamy the hireling preyL
Of brutal appetite at length worn outS
With famine and the avenging scourge of guiltS
Should dare dishonesty yet dread to dieS
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Welcome ye savage lands ye barbarous climesE2
Where angry England sends her outcast sonsF2
I hail your joyless shores my weary barkG2
Long tempest tost on Life's inclement seaT
Here hails her haven welcomes the drear sceneH2
The marshy plain the briar entangled woodS
And all the perils of a world unknownI2
For Elinor has nothing new to fearJ2
From fickle Fortune all her rankling shaftsK2
Barb'd with disgrace and venom'd with diseaseL2
Have pierced my bosom and the dart of deathM2
Has lost its terrors to a wretch like meT
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Welcome ye marshy heaths ye pathless woodsN2
Where the rude native rests his wearied frameO2
Beneath the sheltering shade where when the stormP2
As rough and bleak it rolls along the skyS
Benumbs his naked limbs he flies to seekQ2
The dripping shelter Welcome ye wild plainsR2
Unbroken by the plough undelv'd by handS
Of patient rustic where for lowing herdsS2
And for the music of the bleating flocksT2
Alone is heard the kangaroo's sad noteS
Deepening in distance Welcome ye rude climesE2
The realm of Nature for as yet unknownI2
The crimes and comforts of luxurious lifeU2
Nature benignly gives to all enoughV2
Denies to all a superfluityS
What tho' the garb of infamy I wearB
Tho' day by day along the echoing beachW2
I cull the wave worn shells yet day by dayS
I earn in honesty my frugal foodS
And lay me down at night to calm reposeX2
No more condemn'd the mercenary toolY2
Of brutal lust while heaves the indignant heartS
With Virtue's stiffled sigh to fold my armsZ2
Round the rank felon and for daily breadS
To hug contagion to my poison'd breastS
On these wild shores Repentance' saviour handS
Shall probe my secret soul shall cleanse its woundsA3
And fit the faithful penitent for HeavenZ
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Footnote The female convicts are frequently employed in collectingB3
shells for the purpose of making limeC3

Robert Southey



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