To Wordsworth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCD EFGFHGIJIKGG CLCLMMNFOFCC PPQQRR PP JGGGGJJSS GGTTGGFFUUGGVVGGFF WXGGG

Those who have laid the harp asideA
And turn'd to idler thingsB
From very restlessness have triedA
The loose and dusty stringsB
And catching back some favourite strainC
Run with it o'er the chords againD
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But Memory is not a MuseE
O Wordsworth though 'tis saidF
They all descend from her and useG
To haunt her fountain headF
That other men should work for meH
In the rich mines of PoesieG
Pleases me better than the toilI
Of smoothing under hardened handJ
With Attic emery and oilI
The shining point for Wisdom's wandK
Like those thou temperest 'mid the rillsG
Descending from thy native hillsG
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Without his governance in vainC
Manhood is strong and Youth is boldL
If oftentimes the o'er piled strainC
Clogs in the furnace and grows coldL
Beneath his pinions deep and froreM
And swells and melts and flows no moreM
That is because the heat beneathN
Pants in its cavern poorly fedF
Life springs not from the couch of DeathO
Nor Muse nor Grace can raise the deadF
Unturn'd then let the mass remainC
Intractable to sun or rainC
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A marsh where only flat leaves lieP
And showing but the broken skyP
Too surely is the sweetest layQ
That wins the ear and wastes the dayQ
Where youthful Fancy pouts aloneR
And lets not Wisdom touch her zoneR
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He who would build his fame up highP
The rule and plummet must applyP
Nor say 'I'll do what I have plann'd '-
Before he try if loam or sandJ
Be still remaining in the placeG
Delved for each polisht pillar's baseG
With skilful eye and fit deviceG
Thou raisest every edificeG
Whether in sheltered vale it standJ
Or overlook the Dardan strandJ
Amid the cypresses that mournS
Laodameia's love forlornS
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We both have run o'er half the spaceG
Listed for mortal's earthly raceG
We both have crost life's fervid lineT
And other stars before us shineT
May they be bright and prosperousG
As those that have been stars for usG
Our course by Milton's light was spedF
And Shakespeare shining overheadF
Chatting on deck was Dryden tooU
The Bacon of the rhyming crewU
None ever crost our mystic seaG
More richly stored with thought than heG
Tho' never tender nor sublimeV
He wrestles with and conquers TimeV
To learn my lore on Chaucer's kneeG
I left much prouder companyG
Thee gentle Spenser fondly ledF
But me he mostly sent to bedF
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I wish them every joy aboveW
That highly blessed spirits proveX
Save one and that too shall be theirsG
But after many rolling yearsG
When 'mid their light thy light appearsG

Walter Savage Landor



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