Hellvellyn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCCCB DEDEFFFE DGDGHHHG FIJKCCCI DLDLCCCL| I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Hellvellyn | A |
| Lakes and mountains beneath me gleamed misty and wide | B |
| All was still save by fits when the eagle was yelling | C |
| And starting around me the echoes replied | B |
| On the right Striding edge round the Red tarn was bending | C |
| And Catchedicam its left verge was defending | C |
| One huge nameless rock in the front was ascending | C |
| When I marked the sad spot where the wanderer had died | B |
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| Dark green was that spot 'mid the brown mountain heather | D |
| Where the Pilgrim of Nature lay stretched in decay | E |
| Like the corpse of an outcast abandoned to weather | D |
| Till the mountain winds wasted the tenantless clay | E |
| Nor yet quite deserted though lonely extended | F |
| For faithful in death his mute favourite attended | F |
| The much loved remains of her master defended | F |
| And chased the hill fox and the raven away | E |
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| How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber | D |
| When the wind waved his garment how oft didst thou start | G |
| How many long days and long weeks didst thou number | D |
| Ere he faded before thee the friend of thy heart | G |
| And oh was it meet that no requiem read o'er him | H |
| No mother to weep and no friend to deplore him | H |
| And thou little guardian alone stretched before him | H |
| Unhonoured the Pilgrim from life should depart | G |
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| When a prince to the fate of the peasant has yielded | F |
| The tapestry waves dark round the dim lighted hall | I |
| With scutcheons of silver the coffin is shielded | J |
| And pages stand mute by the canopied pall | K |
| Through the courts at deep midnight the torches are gleaming | C |
| In the proudly arched chapel the banners are beaming | C |
| Far adown the long aisle sacred music is streaming | C |
| Lamenting a chief of the people should fall | I |
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| But meeter for thee gentle lover of nature | D |
| To lay down thy head like the meek mountain lamb | L |
| When wildered he drops from some cliff huge in stature | D |
| And draws his last sob by the side of his dam | L |
| And more stately thy couch by this desert lake lying | C |
| Thy obsequies sung by the gray plover flying | C |
| With one faithful friend but to witness thy dying | C |
| In the arms of Hellvellyn and Catchedicam | L |
Sir Walter Scott
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