Banwell Hill; A Lay Of The Severn Sea. Part Fourth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUV GWBXYZA2CZB2VC2D2LE2 F2C2G2H2H2I2J2K2L2K2 K2M2N2K2O2P2ZQ2K2C2C 2VC2YC2K2K2L2K2K2I2R 2S2S2K2T2U2K2L2V2W2K 2X2Y2LK2Z2A3U2K2B3K2 O2K2R2K2K2BK2L2K2U2Y K2U2B3BC3K2YD3E3K2K2 F3G3X2H3I3K2Q2EJ2K2J 3K3K2L3EM3N3G3K2K2K2 O3B3W2P3Q3I2R3I2K2S3 PH3T3U3K2V3C2W3TT3X3 K2Z2Y3K2K2Z3K2S3C2C2 BK2F2G3A4EB4I2C4D4O3 K2K2C4E4K2H3F4F3L3K2 G4Z3K2H4I4B3J4K2K2K4 C3L4C4L3O3G3M4L2N4O4 L4LK2P4Q4G3D3R4S4K2C 3P2ET4L2M3B3U4V4S4BW 4K2N4B4M3Q2JBX4S4G2Y 4 BBR2E K2K2Z4 H3K2K2| PART FOURTH | A |
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| WALK ABROAD VIEWS AROUND FROM THE SEVERN TO BRISTOL WRINGTON AULD ROBIN GRAY | B |
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| The shower is past the heath bell at our feet | C |
| Looks up as with a smile though the cold dew | D |
| Hangs yet within its cup like Pity's tear | E |
| Upon the eyelids of a village child | F |
| Mark where a light upon those far off waves | G |
| Gleams while the passing shower above our head | H |
| Sheds its last silent drops amid the hues | I |
| Of the fast fading rainbow such is life | J |
| Let us go forth the redbreast is abroad | K |
| And dripping in the sunshine sings again | L |
| No object on the wider sea line meets | M |
| The straining vision but one distant ship | N |
| Hanging as motionless and still far off | O |
| In the pale haze between the sea and sky | P |
| She seems the ship the very ship I saw | Q |
| In infancy and in that very place | R |
| Whilst I and all around me have grown old | S |
| Since she was first descried and there she sits | T |
| A solitary thing of the wide main | U |
| As she sat years ago Yet she moves on | V |
| To morrow all may be one waste of waves | G |
| Where is she bound We know not and no voice | W |
| Will tell us where Perhaps she beats her way | B |
| Slow up the channel after many years | X |
| Returning from some distant clime or lands | Y |
| Beyond the Atlantic Oh what anxious eyes | Z |
| Count every nearer surge that heaves around | A2 |
| How many anxious hearts this moment beat | C |
| With thronging thoughts of home till those fixed eyes | Z |
| Intensely fixed upon these very hills | B2 |
| Are filled with tears Perhaps she wanders on | V |
| On on into the world of the vast sea | C2 |
| There to be lost never with homeward sails | D2 |
| Destined to greet these far seen hills again | L |
| Now fading into mist So let her speed | E2 |
| And we will pray she may return in joy | F2 |
| When every storm is past Such is this sea | C2 |
| That shows one wandering ship How different smile | G2 |
| The sea scenes of the south and chiefly thine | H2 |
| Waters of loveliest Hampton chiefly thine | H2 |
| Where I have passed the happiest hours of youth | I2 |
| Waters of loveliest Hampton Thy gray walls | J2 |
| And loop hooled battlements cast the same shade | K2 |
| Upon the light blue wave as when of yore | L2 |
| Beneath their arch King Canute sat and chid | K2 |
| The tide that came regardless to his feet | K2 |
| A thousand years ago Oh how unlike | M2 |
| Yon solitary sea the summer shines | N2 |
| There while a crowd of glancing vessels glide | K2 |
| Filled with the young and gay and pennants wave | O2 |
| And sails at distance beautifully swell | P2 |
| To the light breeze or pass like butterflies | Z |
| Amid the smoking steamers And oh look | Q2 |
| Look what a fairy lady is that yacht | K2 |
| That turns the wooded point and silently | C2 |
| Streams up the sylvan Itchin silently | C2 |
| And yet as if she said as she went on | V |
| Who does not gaze at me | C2 |
| Yon winding sands | Y |
| Were solitary once as the wide sea | C2 |
| Such I remember them No sound was heard | K2 |
| Save of the sea gull warping on the wind | K2 |
| Or of the surge that broke along the shore | L2 |
| Sad as the seas and can I e'er forget | K2 |
| When once a visitor from Oxenford | K2 |
| Proud of Wintonian scholarship a youth | I2 |
| Silent but yet light hearted deeming here | R2 |
| I could have no companion fit for him | S2 |
| So whispered youthful vanity for him | S2 |
| Whom Oxford had distinguished can my heart | K2 |
| Forget when once with thoughts like these at morn | T2 |
| I wandered forth alone The first ray shone | U2 |
| On the white sea gull's wing and gazing round | K2 |
| I listened to the tide's advancing roar | L2 |
| When for the old and booted fisherman | V2 |
| Who silent dredged for shrimps in the cold haze | W2 |
| Of sunrise I beheld or was it not | K2 |
| A momentary vision a fair form | X2 |
| A female following with light airy step | Y2 |
| The wave as it retreated and again | L |
| Tripping before it till it touched her foot | K2 |
| As if in play and she stood beautiful | Z2 |
| Like to a fairy sea maid of the deep | A3 |
| Graceful and young and on the sands alone | U2 |
| I looked that she would vanish She had left | K2 |
| Like me just left the abode of discipline | B3 |
| And came in the gay fulness of her heart | K2 |
| When the pale light first glanced along the wave | O2 |
| To play with the wild ocean like a child | K2 |
| And though I knew her not I vowed oh hear | R2 |
| Ye votaries of German sentiment | K2 |
| Vowed an eternal love but diffident | K2 |
| I cast a parting look that seemed to say | B |
| Shall we ne'er meet again The vision smiled | K2 |
| And left the scene to solitude Once more | L2 |
| We met and then we parted in this world | K2 |
| To meet no more and that fair form that shone | U2 |
| The vision of a moment on the sands | Y |
| Was never seen again Now it has passed | K2 |
| Where all things are forgotten but it shone | U2 |
| To me a sparkle of the morning sun | B3 |
| That trembled on the light wave yesterday | B |
| And perished there for ever | C3 |
| Look around | K2 |
| Above the winding reach of Severn stands | Y |
| With massy fragments of forsaken towers | D3 |
| Thy castle solitary Walton Hark | E3 |
| Through the lone ivied arch was it the wind | K2 |
| Came fitful There by moonlight we might stand | K2 |
| And deem it some old castle of romance | F3 |
| And on the glimmering ledge of yonder rock | G3 |
| Above the wave fancy it was the form | X2 |
| Of a spectre lady for a moment seen | H3 |
| Lifting her bloody dagger then with shrieks | I3 |
| Vanishing Hush there is no sound no sound | K2 |
| But of the Severn sweeping onward Look | Q2 |
| There is no bleeding apparition there | E |
| No fiery phantoms glare along thy walls | J2 |
| Surrounded by the works of silent art | K2 |
| And far far more endearing by a group | J3 |
| Of breathing children their possessor lives | K3 |
| And ill should I deserve the name of bard | K2 |
| Of courtly bard if I could touch this theme | L3 |
| Without a prayer an earnest heartfelt prayer | E |
| When one whose smile I never saw but once | M3 |
| Yet cannot well forget when one now blooms | N3 |
| Unlike the spectre lady of the rock | G3 |
| A living and a lovely bride | K2 |
| How proud | K2 |
| Opposed to Walton's silent towers how proud | K2 |
| With all her spires and fanes and volumed smoke | O3 |
| Trailing in columns to the midday sun | B3 |
| Black or pale blue above the cloudy haze | W2 |
| And the great stir of commerce and the noise | P3 |
| Of passing and repassing wains and cars | Q3 |
| And sledges grating in their underpath | I2 |
| And trade's deep murmur and a street of masts | R3 |
| And pennants from all nations of the earth | I2 |
| Streaming below the houses piled aloft | K2 |
| Hill above hill and every road below | S3 |
| Gloomy with troops of coal nymphs seated high | P |
| On their rough pads in dingy dust serene | H3 |
| How proudly amid sights and sounds like these | T3 |
| Bristol through all whose smoke dark and aloof | U3 |
| Stands Redcliff's solemn fane how proudly girt | K2 |
| With villages and Clifton's airy rocks | V3 |
| Bristol the mistress of the Severn sea | C2 |
| Bristol amid her merchant palaces | W3 |
| That ancient city sits | T |
| From out those trees | T3 |
| Look Congresbury lifts its slender spire | X3 |
| How many woody glens and nooks of shade | K2 |
| With transient sunshine fill the interval | Z2 |
| As rich as Poussin's landscapes Gnarled oaks | Y3 |
| Dark or with fits of desultory light | K2 |
| Flung through the branches there o'erhang the road | K2 |
| Where sheltered as romantic Brockley Coombe | Z3 |
| Allures the lingering traveller to wind | K2 |
| Step by step up its sylvan hollow slow | S3 |
| Till the proud summit gained how gloriously | C2 |
| The wide scene lies in light how gloriously | C2 |
| Sun shadows and blue mountains far away | B |
| Woods meadows and the mighty Severn blend | K2 |
| While the gray heron up shoots and screams for joy | F2 |
| There the dark yew starts from the limestone rock | G3 |
| Into faint sunshine there the ivy hangs | A4 |
| From the old oak whose upper branches bare | E |
| Seem as admonishing the nether woods | B4 |
| Of Time's swift pace while dark and deep beneath | I2 |
| The fearful hollow yawns upon whose edge | C4 |
| One peeping cot sends up from out the fern | D4 |
| Its early wreath of slow ascending smoke | O3 |
| And who lives in that far secluded cot | K2 |
| Poor Dinah She was once a serving maid | K2 |
| Most beautiful now on the wild wood's edge | C4 |
| She lives alone alone and bowed with age | E4 |
| Muttering and sad and scarce within the sound | K2 |
| Of human kind forsaken as the scene | H3 |
| Nor pass we Fayland with its fairy rings | F4 |
| Marking the turf where tiny elves may dance | F3 |
| Their light feet twinkling in the dewy gleam | L3 |
| By moonlight But what sullen demon piled | K2 |
| The rocks that stern in desolation frown | G4 |
| Through the deep solitude of Goblin Coombe | Z3 |
| Where wheeling o'er its crags the shrilling kite | K2 |
| More dismal makes its utter dreariness | H4 |
| But yonder at the foot of Mendip smiles | I4 |
| The seat of cultivated Addington | B3 |
| And there that beautiful but solemn church | J4 |
| Presides o'er the still scene where one old friend | K2 |
| Lives social while the shortening day unfelt | K2 |
| Steals on and eve with smiling light descends | K4 |
| With smiling light that lingering on the tower | C3 |
| Reminds earth's pilgrim of his lasting home | L4 |
| Is that a magic garden on the edge | C4 |
| Of Mendip hung Even so it seems to gleam | L3 |
| While many a cottage on to Wrington's smoke | O3 |
| Wrington the birth place of immortal Locke | G3 |
| Chequers the village crofts and lowly glens | M4 |
| With porch of flowers and bird cage at the door | L2 |
| That seems to say England with all thy crimes | N4 |
| And smitten as thou art by pauper laws | O4 |
| England thou only art the poor man's home | L4 |
| And yonder Blagdon in its sheltered glen | L |
| Sits pensive like a rock bird in its cleft | K2 |
| The craggy glen here winds with ivy hung | P4 |
| Beneath whose dark depending tresses peeps | Q4 |
| The Cheddar pink there fragments of red rock | G3 |
| Start from the verdant turf among the flowers | D3 |
| And who can paint sweet Blagdon and not think | R4 |
| Of Langhorne in that hermitage of song | S4 |
| Langhorne a pastor and a poet too | K2 |
| He in retirement's literary bower | C3 |
| Oft wooed the Sisters of the sacred well | P2 |
| Harmonious nor pass on without a prayer | E |
| For her associate of his early fame | T4 |
| Accomplished eloquent and pious More | L2 |
| Who now with slow and gentle decadence | M3 |
| In the same vale with look upraised to heaven | B3 |
| Waits meekly at the gate of paradise | U4 |
| Smiling at time | V4 |
| But hark there comes a song | S4 |
| Of Scotland's lakes and hills Auld Robin Gray | B |
| Tweed or the winding Tay ne'er echoed words | W4 |
| More sadly soothing but the melody | K2 |
| Like some sweet melody of olden times | N4 |
| A ditty of past days rose from those woods | B4 |
| Oh could I hear it as I heard it once | M3 |
| Sung by a maiden of the south whose look | Q2 |
| Although her song be sweet whose look and life | J |
| Are sweeter than her song no minstrel gray | B |
| Like Donald and the Lady of the Lake | X4 |
| But would lay down his harp and when the song | S4 |
| Was ended raise his lighted eyes and smile | G2 |
| To thank that maiden with a strain like this | Y4 |
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| Oh when I hear thee sing of Jamie far away | B |
| Of father and of mother and of Auld Robin Gray | B |
| I listen till I think it is Jeanie's self I hear | R2 |
| And I look in thy face with a blessing and a tear | E |
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| I look in thy face for my heart it is not cold | K2 |
| Though winter's frost is stealing on and I am growing old | K2 |
| Those tones I shall remember as long as I live | Z4 |
| And a blessing and a tear shall be the thanks I give | |
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| The tear it is for summers that so blithesome have been | |
| For the flowers that all are faded and the days that I have seen | H3 |
| The blessing lassie is for thee whose song so sadly sweet | K2 |
| Recalls the music of Lang Syne to which my heart has beat | K2 |
William Lisle Bowles
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