The Traveller Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCCDCDD EFGFFHFHH DHDHHIHII BBBBBBBBB DIDIIDIDD JBJBBKBKK BHBHHBHBB ILILLBLBB| Excerpt from Gertrude Of Wyoming | A |
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| Apart there was a deep untrodden grot | B |
| Where oft the reading hours sweet Gertrude wore | C |
| Tradition had not named its lonely spot | B |
| But here methinks might India's sons explore | C |
| Their father's dust or lift perchance of yore | C |
| Their voice to the great Spirit rocks sublime | D |
| To human art a sportive semblance bore | C |
| And yellow lichens coloured all the clime | D |
| Like moonlight battlements and towers decayed by time | D |
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| But high in amphitheatre above | E |
| Gay tinted woods their massy foliage threw | F |
| Breathed but an air of heaven and all the grove | G |
| As if instinct with living spirit grew | F |
| Rolling its verdant gulfs of every hue | F |
| And now suspended was the pleasing din | H |
| Now from a murmur faint it swelled anew | F |
| Like the first note of organ heard within | H |
| Cathedral aisles ere yet its symphony begin | H |
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| It was in this lone valley she would charm | D |
| the lingering noon where flowers a couch had strown | H |
| Her cheek reclining and her snowy arm | D |
| On hillock by the pine tree half o'ergrown | H |
| And aye that volume on her lap is thrown | H |
| Which every heart of human mould endears | I |
| With Shakspear's self she speaks and smiles alone | H |
| And no intruding visitation fears | I |
| To shame the unconscious laugh or stop her sweetest tears | I |
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| And nought within the grove was seen or heard | B |
| But stock doves plaining through its gloom profound | B |
| Or winglet of the fairy humming bird | B |
| Like atoms of the rainbow fluttering round | B |
| When lo there entered to its inmost ground | B |
| A youth the stranger of a distant land | B |
| He was to weet for eastern mountains bound | B |
| But late th' equator suns his cheeks had tanned | B |
| And California's gales his roving bosom fanned | B |
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| A steed whose rein hung loosely o'er his arm | D |
| He led dismounted ere his leisure pace | I |
| Amid the brown leaves could her ear alarm | D |
| Close he had come and worshipped for a space | I |
| Those downcast features she her lovely face | I |
| Uplift on one whose lineaments and frame | D |
| Wore youth and manhood's intermingled grace | I |
| Iberian seemed his boot his robe the same | D |
| And well the Spanish plume his lofty looks became | D |
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| For Albert's home he sought her finger fair | J |
| Has pointed where the father's mansion stood | B |
| Returning from the copse he soon was there | J |
| And soon has Getrude hied from dark green wood | B |
| Nor joyess by the converse understood | B |
| Between the man of age and pilgrim young | K |
| That gay congeniality of mood | B |
| And early liking from acquaintance sprung | K |
| Full fluently coversed their guest in England's tongue | K |
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| And well could he his pilgrimage of taste | B |
| Unfold and much they loved his fervid strain | H |
| While he each fair variety retraced | B |
| Of climes and manners o'er the eastern main | H |
| Now happy Switzer's hills romantic Spain | H |
| Gay lilied fields of France or more refined | B |
| The soft Ausonia's monumental reign | H |
| Nor less each rural image he designed | B |
| Than all the city's pomp and home of human kind | B |
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| Anon some wilder portraiture he draws | I |
| Of Nature's savage glories he would speak | L |
| The loneliness of earth that overawes | I |
| Where resting by some tomb of old Cacique | L |
| The lama driver on Peruvia's peak | L |
| Nor living voice nor motion marks around | B |
| But storks that to the boundless forest shriek | L |
| Or wild cane arch high flung o'er gulf profound | B |
| That fluctuates when the storms of El Dorado sound | B |
Thomas Campbell
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