Fears In Solitude Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFCGHCIJKLCM CNOPQRCSTUCVC WXYZA2WCB2C2D2E2AF2L PACZFCG2CH2I2J2TCCK2 LCL2M2N2CO2P2RMQ2R2M S2T2CU2V2W2X2LZY2CZ2 A3CAB3 CCC3D3E3F3CCCG3CC3CH 3G2CAI3CC3D3YCJ3TC3C C3CS2K3C3RS2CC3H3CF2 CL3YCC E2E2C3CC3E3CC3CM3L3C N3WCC3CG2ACC3O3P3X2C C3C3CC3Q3KR3R3C3TS3C 3S3S2T3CCCE2E3CCC C3E2CC3P3E3CE2CCCN2C TCYR3U3V3U3S2CC CCCC3C3C C3CW3X3GC3W3C3CCR3R3 Y3CS2CC3C3C3CC3T3Z3C 3C3GCC3A4C3| Written in April during the alarm of an invasion | A |
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| A green and silent spot amid the hills | B |
| A small and silent dell O'er stiller place | C |
| No singing skylark ever poised himself | D |
| The hills are heathy save that swelling slope | E |
| Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering on | F |
| All golden with the never bloomless furze | C |
| Which now blooms most profusely but the dell | G |
| Bathed by the mist is fresh and delicate | H |
| As vernal cornfield or the unripe flax | C |
| When through its half transparent stalks at eve | I |
| The level sunshine glimmers with green light | J |
| Oh 'tis a quiet spirit healing nook | K |
| Which all methinks would love but chiefly he | L |
| The humble man who in his youthful years | C |
| Knew just so much of folly as had made | M |
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| His early manhood more securely wise | C |
| Here he might lie on fern or withered heath | N |
| While from the singing lark that sings unseen | O |
| The minstrelsy that solitude loves best | P |
| And from the sun and from the breezy air | Q |
| Sweet influences trembled o'er his frame | R |
| And he with many feelings many thoughts | C |
| Made up a meditative joy and found | S |
| Religious meanings in the forms of Nature | T |
| And so his senses gradually wrapped | U |
| In a half sleep he dreams of better worlds | C |
| And dreaming hears thee still O singing lark | V |
| That singest like an angel in the clouds | C |
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| My God it is a melancholy thing | W |
| For such a man who would full fain preserve | X |
| His soul in calmness yet perforce must feel | Y |
| For all his human brethren O my God | Z |
| It weighs upon the heart that he must think | A2 |
| What uproar and what strife may now be stirring | W |
| This way or that way o'er these silent hills | C |
| Invasion and the thunder and the shout | B2 |
| And all the crash of onset fear and rage | C2 |
| And undetermined conflict even now | D2 |
| Even now perchance and in his native isle | E2 |
| Carnage and groans beneath this blessed sun | A |
| We have offended Oh my countrymen | F2 |
| We have offended very grievously | L |
| And been most tyrannous From east to west | P |
| A groan of accusation pierces Heaven | A |
| The wretched plead against us multitudes | C |
| Countless and vehement the sons of God | Z |
| Our brethren Like a cloud that travels on | F |
| Steamed up from Cairo's swamps of pestilence | C |
| Even so my countrymen have we gone forth | G2 |
| And borne to distant tribes slavery and pangs | C |
| And deadlier far our vices whose deep taint | H2 |
| With slow perdition murders the whole man | I2 |
| His body and his soul Meanwhile at home | J2 |
| All individual dignity and power | T |
| Engulfed in Courts Committees Institutions | C |
| Associations and Societies | C |
| A vain speech mouthing speech reporting Guild | K2 |
| One Benefit Club for mutual flattery | L |
| We have drunk up demure as at a grace | C |
| Pollutions from the brimming cup of wealth | L2 |
| Contemptuous of all honourable rule | M2 |
| Yet bartering freedom and the poor man's life | N2 |
| For gold as at a market The sweet words | C |
| Of Christian promise words that even yet | O2 |
| Might stem destruction were they wisely preached | P2 |
| Are muttered o'er by men whose tones proclaim | R |
| How flat and wearisome they feel their trade | M |
| Rank scoffers some but most too indolent | Q2 |
| To deem them falsehoods or to know their truth | R2 |
| Oh blasphemous the Book of Life is made | M |
| A superstitious instrument on which | S2 |
| We gabble o'er the oaths we mean to break | T2 |
| For all must swear all and in every place | C |
| College and wharf council and justice court | U2 |
| All all must swear the briber and the bribed | V2 |
| Merchant and lawyer senator and priest | W2 |
| The rich the poor the old man and the young | X2 |
| All all make up one scheme of perjury | L |
| That faith doth reel the very name of God | Z |
| Sounds like a juggler's charm and bold with joy | Y2 |
| Forth from his dark and lonely hiding place | C |
| Portentous sight the owlet Atheism | Z2 |
| Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon | A3 |
| Drops his blue fringed lids and holds them close | C |
| And hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven | A |
| Cries out Where is it | B3 |
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| Thankless too for peace | C |
| Peace long preserved by fleets and perilous seas | C |
| Secure from actual warfare we have loved | C3 |
| To swell the war whoop passionate for war | D3 |
| Alas for ages ignorant of all | E3 |
| Its ghastlier workings famine or blue plague | F3 |
| Battle or siege or flight through wintry snows | C |
| We this whole people have been clamorous | C |
| For war and bloodshed animating sports | C |
| The which we pay for as a thing to talk of | G3 |
| Spectators and not combatants No guess | C |
| Anticipative of a wrong unfelt | C3 |
| No speculation on contingency | C |
| However dim and vague too vague and dim | H3 |
| To yield a justifying cause and forth | G2 |
| Stuffed out with big preamble holy names | C |
| And adjurations of the God in Heaven | A |
| We send our mandates for the certain death | I3 |
| Of thousands and ten thousands Boys and girls | C |
| And women that would groan to see a child | C3 |
| Pull off an insect's leg all read of war | D3 |
| The best amusement for our morning meal | Y |
| The poor wretch who has learnt his only prayers | C |
| From curses who knows scarcely words enough | J3 |
| To ask a blessing from his Heavenly Father | T |
| Becomes a fluent phraseman absolute | C3 |
| And technical in victories and defeats | C |
| And all our dainty terms for fratricide | C3 |
| Terms which we trundle smoothly o'er our tongues | C |
| Like mere abstractions empty sounds to which | S2 |
| We join no feeling and attach no form | K3 |
| As if the soldier died without a wound | C3 |
| As if the fibres of this godlike frame | R |
| Were gored without a pang as if the wretch | S2 |
| Who fell in battle doing bloody deeds | C |
| Passed off to Heaven translated and not killed | C3 |
| As though he had no wife to pine for him | H3 |
| No God to judge him Therefore evil days | C |
| Are coming on us O my countrymen | F2 |
| And what if all avenging Providence | C |
| Strong and retributive should make us know | L3 |
| The meaning of our words force us to feel | Y |
| The desolation and the agony | C |
| Of our fierce doings | C |
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| Spare us yet awhile | E2 |
| Father and God O spare us yet awhile | E2 |
| Oh let not English women drag their flight | C3 |
| Fainting beneath the burthen of their babes | C |
| Of the sweet infants that but yesterday | C3 |
| Laughed at the breast Sons brothers husbands all | E3 |
| Who ever gazed with fondness on the forms | C |
| Which grew up with you round the same fireside | C3 |
| And all who ever heard the Sabbath bells | C |
| Without the Infidel's scorn make yourselves pure | M3 |
| Stand forth be men repel an impious foe | L3 |
| Impious and false a light yet cruel race | C |
| Who laugh away all virtue mingling mirth | N3 |
| With deeds of murder and still promising | W |
| Freedom themselves too sensual to be free | C |
| Poison life's amities and cheat the heart | C3 |
| Of faith and quiet hope and all that soothes | C |
| And all that lifts the spirit Stand we forth | G2 |
| Render them back upon the insulted ocean | A |
| And let them toss as idly on its waves | C |
| As the vile seaweed which some mountain blast | C3 |
| Swept from our shores And oh may we return | O3 |
| Not with a drunken triumph but with fear | P3 |
| Repenting of the wrongs with which we stung | X2 |
| So fierce a foe to frenzy | C |
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| I have told | C3 |
| O Britons O my brethren I have told | C3 |
| Most bitter truth but without bitterness | C |
| Nor deem my zeal or fractious or mistimed | C3 |
| For never can true courage dwell with them | Q3 |
| Who playing tricks with conscience dare not look | K |
| At their own vices We have been too long | R3 |
| Dupes of a deep delusion Some belike | R3 |
| Groaning with restless enmity expect | C3 |
| All change from change of constituted power | T |
| As if a Government had been a robe | S3 |
| On which our vice and wretchedness were tagged | C3 |
| Like fancy points and fringes with the robe | S3 |
| Pulled off at pleasure Fondly these attach | S2 |
| A radical causation to a few | T3 |
| Poor drudges of chastising Providence | C |
| Who borrow all their hues and qualities | C |
| From our own folly and rank wickedness | C |
| Which gave them birth and nursed them Others meanwhile | E2 |
| Dote with a mad idolatry and all | E3 |
| Who will not fall before their images | C |
| And yield them worship they are enemies | C |
| Even of their country | C |
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| Such have I been deemed | C3 |
| But O dear Britain O my Mother Isle | E2 |
| Needs must thou prove a name most dear and holy | C |
| To me a son a brother and a friend | C3 |
| A husband and a father who revere | P3 |
| All bonds of natural love and find them all | E3 |
| Within the limits ot thy rocky shores | C |
| O native Britain O my Mother Isle | E2 |
| How shouldst thou prove aught else but dear and holy | C |
| To me who from thy lakes and mountain hills | C |
| Thy clouds thy quiet dales thy rocks and seas | C |
| Have drunk in all my intellectual life | N2 |
| All sweet sensations all ennobling thoughts | C |
| All adoration of the God in nature | T |
| All lovely and all honourable things | C |
| Whatever makes this mortal spirit feel | Y |
| The joy and greatness of its future being | R3 |
| There lives nor form nor feeling in my soul | U3 |
| Unborrowed from my country O divine | V3 |
| And beauteous Island thou hast been my sole | U3 |
| And most magnificent temple in the which | S2 |
| I walk with awe and sing my stately songs | C |
| Loving the God that made me | C |
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| May my fears | C |
| My filial fears be vain and may the vaunts | C |
| And menace of the vengeful enemy | C |
| Pass like the gust that roared and died away | C3 |
| In the distant tree which heard and only heard | C3 |
| In this low dell bowed not the delicate grass | C |
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| But now the gentle dew fall sends abroad | C3 |
| The fruit like perfume of the golden furze | C |
| The light has left the summit of the hill | W3 |
| Though still a sunny gleam lies beautiful | X3 |
| Aslant the ivied beacon Now farewell | G |
| Farewell awhile O soft and silent spot | C3 |
| On the green sheep track up the heathy hill | W3 |
| Homeward I wind my way and lo recalled | C3 |
| From bodings that have well nigh wearied me | C |
| I find myself upon the brow and pause | C |
| Startled And after lonely sojourning | R3 |
| In such a quiet and surrounded nook | R3 |
| This burst of prospect here the shadowy main | Y3 |
| Dim tinted there the mighty majesty | C |
| Of that huge amphitheatre of rich | S2 |
| And elmy fields seems like society | C |
| Conversing with the mind and giving it | C3 |
| A livelier impulse and a dance of thought | C3 |
| And now beloved Stowey I behold | C3 |
| Thy church tower and methinks the four huge elms | C |
| Clustering which mark the mansion of my friend | C3 |
| And close behind them hidden from my view | T3 |
| Is my own lowly cottage where my babe | Z3 |
| And my babe's mother dwell in peace With light | C3 |
| And quickened footsteps thitherward I tend | C3 |
| Remembering thee O green and silent dell | G |
| And grateful that by nature's quietness | C |
| And solitary musings all my heart | C3 |
| Is softened and made worthy to indulge | A4 |
| Love and the thoughts that yearn for human kind | C3 |
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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