This Lime-tree Bower My Prison Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEDF GHIJKLMNOPAQRSTUVWMX YLZA2B2C2D2E2F2G2EGH 2AI2J2K2L2M2N2O2P2Q2 R2WE2FS2T2U2A2V2A2EW 2X2Y2Z2X2A2A3B3C3D3E 3X2M2F3C3G3C3DWA2TH3 I3J3| Addressed to Charles Lamb of the India House London | A |
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| In the June of some long expected friends paid a visit | B |
| to the author's cottage and on the morning of their arrival | C |
| he met with an accident which disabled him from walking | D |
| during the whole time of their stay One evening when they | E |
| had left him for a few hours he composed the following | D |
| lines in the garden bower | F |
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| Well they are gone and here must I remain | G |
| This lime tree bower my prison I have lost | H |
| Beauties and feelings such as would have been | I |
| Most sweet to my remembrance even when age | J |
| Had dimm'd mine eyes to blindness They meanwhile | K |
| Friends whom I never more may meet again | L |
| On springy heath along the hill top edge | M |
| Wander in gladness and wind down perchance | N |
| To that still roaring dell of which I told | O |
| The roaring dell o'erwooded narrow deep | P |
| And only specked by the mid day sun | A |
| Where its slim trunk the ash from rock to rock | Q |
| Flings arching like a bridge that branchless ash | R |
| Unsunn'd and damp whose few poor yellow leaves | S |
| Ne'er tremble in the gale yet tremble still | T |
| Fann'd by the water fall and there my friends | U |
| Behold the dark green file of long lank weeds | V |
| That all at once a most fantastic sight | W |
| Still nod and drip beneath the dripping edge | M |
| Of the blue clay stone | X |
| Now my friends emerge | Y |
| Beneath the wide wide Heaven and view again | L |
| The many steepled tract magnificent | Z |
| Of hilly fields and meadows and the sea | A2 |
| With some fair bark perhaps whose sails light up | B2 |
| The slip of smooth clear blue betwixt two Isles | C2 |
| Of purple shadow Yes they wander on | D2 |
| In gladness all but thou methinks most glad | E2 |
| My gentle hearted Charles for thou hast pined | F2 |
| And hunger'd after Nature many a year | G2 |
| In the great City pent winning thy way | E |
| With sad yet patient soul through evil and pain | G |
| And strange calamity Ah Slowly sink | H2 |
| Behind the western ridge thou glorious Sun | A |
| Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb | I2 |
| Ye purple heath flowers richlier burn ye clouds | J2 |
| Live in the yellow light ye distant groves | K2 |
| And kindle thou blue Ocean So my friend | L2 |
| Struck with deep joy may stand as I have stood | M2 |
| Silent with swimming sense yea gazing round | N2 |
| On the wide landscape gaze till all doth seem | O2 |
| Less gross than bodily and of such hues | P2 |
| As veil the Almighty Spirit when yet he makes | Q2 |
| Spirits perceive his presence | R2 |
| A delight | W |
| Comes sudden on my heart and I am glad | E2 |
| As I myself were there Nor in this bower | F |
| This little lime tree bower have I not mark'd | S2 |
| Much that has sooth'd me Pale beneath the blaze | T2 |
| Hung the transparent foliage and I watch'd | U2 |
| Some broad and sunny leaf and lov'd to see | A2 |
| The shadow of the leaf and stem above | V2 |
| Dappling its sunshine And that walnut tree | A2 |
| Was richly ting'd and a deep radiance lay | E |
| Full on the ancient ivy which usurps | W2 |
| Those fronting elms and now with blackest mass | X2 |
| Makes their dark branches gleam a lighter hue | Y2 |
| Through the late twilight and though now the bat | Z2 |
| Wheels silent by and not a swallow twitters | X2 |
| Yet still the solitary humble bee | A2 |
| Sings in the bean flower Henceforth I shall know | A3 |
| That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure | B3 |
| No plot so narrow be but Nature there | C3 |
| No waste so vacant but may well employ | D3 |
| Each faculty of sense and keep the heart | E3 |
| Awake to love and Beauty and sometimes | X2 |
| 'Tis well to be bereft of promis'd good | M2 |
| That we may lift the soul and contemplate | F3 |
| With lively joy the joys we cannot share | C3 |
| My gentle hearted Charles when the last rook | G3 |
| Beat its straight path along the dusky air | C3 |
| Homewards I blest it deeming its black wing | D |
| Now a dim speck now vanishing in light | W |
| Had cross'd the mighty Orb's dilated glory | A2 |
| While thou stood'st gazing or when all was still | T |
| Flew creeking o'er thy head and had a charm | H3 |
| For thee my gentle hearted Charles to whom | I3 |
| No sound is dissonant which tells of Life | J3 |
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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