Coombe-ellen.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBCBBDEFGFBBHIJHKB BLMBFBFFNFFFBOFFPQFB FBFFFFMFRLKFBFSATGFP BQJFFUBFGVWXFJFYFZA2 BBA2QFUB2FQJBC2FFBD2 ME2F2FG2JFE2OFWFVFFC 2FVFA2F2FIFMFFCRFLFF FPFFFFFFFFFFYDFFFFFH 2I2J2QFFI2FK2L2FM2FF FK2FFJFN2FKB2FFO2L2F P2FFQ2WZKFFFFR2FFK2F FK2K2FQFS2T2FD2FYFFC QK2U2V2QJFFK2W2FFA2D 2FFX2FHYYFFJJY2FIFK2 K2FFFFYFFK2Z2FFFA3K2 FDJFY2FB3IK2FC3K2FD3 FFFK2QFFFE3FFFFO2HK2 A2K2F3M2C2FLFPK2FQK2 G3FH3FFFK2FKIFFI3FNK 2KFJ3F3FFFFFK3FFFFFL 3FMMK2DFFK2YM3FK2N3F K2K2FFFL2FQFF| Call the strange spirit that abides unseen | A |
| In wilds and wastes and shaggy solitudes | B |
| And bid his dim hand lead thee through these scenes | B |
| That burst immense around By mountains glens | B |
| And solitary cataracts that dash | C |
| Through dark ravines and trees whose wreathed roots | B |
| O'erhang the torrent's channelled course and streams | B |
| That far below along the narrow vale | D |
| Upon their rocky way wind musical | E |
| Stranger if Nature charm thee if thou lovest | F |
| To trace her awful steps in glade or glen | G |
| Or under covert of the rocking wood | F |
| That sways its murmuring and mossy boughs | B |
| Above thy head now when the wind at times | B |
| Stirs its deep silence round thee and the shower | H |
| Falls on the sighing foliage hail her here | I |
| In these her haunts and rapt in musings high | J |
| Think that thou holdest converse with some Power | H |
| Invisible and strange such as of yore | K |
| Greece in the shades of piney M nalaus | B |
| The abode of Pan or Ida's hoary caves | B |
| Worshipped and our old Druids 'mid the gloom | L |
| Of rocks and woods like these with muttered spell | M |
| Invoked and the loud ring of choral harps | B |
| Hast thou oft mourned the chidings of the world | F |
| The sound of her disquiet that ascends | B |
| For ever mocking the high throne of GOD | F |
| Hast thou in youth known sorrow Hast thou drooped | F |
| Heart stricken over youth's and beauty's grave | N |
| And ever after thought on the sad sound | F |
| The cold earth made which cast into the vault | F |
| Consigned thy heart's best treasure dust to dust | F |
| Here lapped into a sweet forgetfulness | B |
| Hang o'er the wreathed waterfall and think | O |
| Thou art alone in this dark world and wide | F |
| Here Melancholy on the pale crags laid | F |
| Might muse herself to sleep or Fancy come | P |
| Witching the mind with tender cozenage | Q |
| And shaping things that are not here all day | F |
| Might Meditation listen to the lapse | B |
| Of the white waters flashing through the cleft | F |
| And gazing on the many shadowing trees | B |
| Mingle a pensive moral as she gazed | F |
| High o'er thy head amidst the shivered slate | F |
| Behold a sapling yet the wild ash bend | F |
| Its dark red berries clustering as it wished | F |
| In the clear liquid mirror ere it fell | M |
| To trace its beauties o'er the prone cascade | F |
| Airy and light and elegant the birch | R |
| Displays its glossy stem amidst the gloom | L |
| Of alders and jagged fern and evermore | K |
| Waves her light pensile foliage as she wooed | F |
| The passing gale to whisper flatteries | B |
| Upon the adverse bank withered and stripped | F |
| Of all its pleasant leaves a scathed oak | S |
| Hangs desolate once sovereign of the scene | A |
| Perhaps proud of its beauty and its strength | T |
| And branching its broad arms along the glen | G |
| Oh speaks it no remonstrance to the heart | F |
| It seems to say So shall the spoiler come | P |
| The season that shall shatter your fair leaves | B |
| Gay children of the summer yet enjoy | Q |
| Your pleasant prime and lift your green heads high | J |
| Exulting but the storm will come at last | F |
| That shall lay low your strength and give your pride | F |
| To the swift hurrying stream of age like mine | U |
| And so severe Experience oft reproves | B |
| The gay and careless children of the world | F |
| They hear the cold rebuke and then again | G |
| Turn to their sport as likes them and dance on | V |
| And let them dance so all their blooming prime | W |
| They give not up to vanity but learn | X |
| That wisdom and that virtue which shall best | F |
| Avail them when the evil days draw nigh | J |
| And the brief blossoms of their spring time fade | F |
| Now wind we up the glen and hear below | Y |
| The dashing torrent in deep woods concealed | F |
| And now again white flashing on the view | Z |
| O'er the huge craggy fragments Ancient stream | A2 |
| That murmurest through the mountain solitudes | B |
| The time has been when no eye marked thy course | B |
| Save His who made the world Fancy might dream | A2 |
| She saw thee thus bound on from age to age | Q |
| Unseen of man whilst awful Nature sat | F |
| On the rent rocks and said These haunts be mine | U |
| Now Taste has marked thy features here and there | B2 |
| Touching with tender hand but injuring not | F |
| Thy beauties whilst along thy woody verge | Q |
| Ascends the winding pathway and the eye | J |
| Catches at intervals thy varied falls | B |
| But loftier scenes invite us pass the hill | C2 |
| And through the woody hanging at whose feet | F |
| The tinkling Ellen winds pursue thy way | F |
| Yon bleak and weather whitened rock immense | B |
| Upshoots amidst the scene craggy and steep | D2 |
| And like some high embattled citadel | M |
| That awes the low plain shadowing Half way up | E2 |
| The purple heath is seen but bare its brow | F2 |
| And deep intrenched and all beneath it spread | F |
| With massy fragments riven from its top | G2 |
| Amidst the crags and scarce discerned so high | J |
| Hangs here and there a sheep by its faint bleat | F |
| Discovered whilst the astonished eye looks up | E2 |
| And marks it on the precipice's brink | O |
| Pick its scant food secure and fares it not | F |
| Ev'n so with you poor orphans ye who climb | W |
| The rugged path of life without a friend | F |
| And over broken crags bear hardly on | V |
| With pale imploring looks that seem to say | F |
| My mother she is buried and at rest | F |
| Laid in her grave clothes and the heart is still | C2 |
| The only heart that throughout all the world | F |
| Beat anxiously for you Oh yet bear on | V |
| He who sustains the bleating lamb shall feed | F |
| And comfort you meantime the heaven's pure beam | A2 |
| That breaks above the sable mountain's brow | F2 |
| Lighting one after one the sunless crags | F |
| Awakes the blissful confidence that here | I |
| Or in a world where sorrow never comes | F |
| All shall be well | M |
| Now through the whispering wood | F |
| We steal and mark the old and mossy oaks | F |
| Imboss the mountain slope or the wild ash | C |
| With rich red clusters mantling or the birch | R |
| In lonely glens light wavering till behold | F |
| The rapid river shooting through the gloom | L |
| Its lucid line along and on its side | F |
| The bordering pastures green where the swinked ox | F |
| Lies dreaming heedless of the numerous flies | F |
| That in the transitory sunshine hum | P |
| Round his broad breast and further up the cot | F |
| With blue light smoke ascending images | F |
| Of peace and comfort The wild rocks around | F |
| Endear your smile the more and the full mind | F |
| Sliding from scenes of dread magnificence | F |
| Sinks on your charms reposing such repose | F |
| The sage may feel when filled and half oppressed | F |
| With vast conceptions smiling he returns | F |
| To life's consoling sympathies and hears | F |
| With heartfelt tenderness the bells ring out | F |
| Or pipe upon the mountains or the low | Y |
| Of herds slow winding down the cottaged vale | D |
| Where day's last sunshine linger Such repose | F |
| He feels who following where his SHAKSPEARE leads | F |
| As in a dream through an enchanted land | F |
| Here with Macbeth in the dread cavern hails | F |
| The weird sisters and the dismal deed | F |
| Without a name there sees the charmed isle | H2 |
| The lone domain of Prospero and hark | I2 |
| Wild music such as earth scarce seems to own | J2 |
| And Ariel o'er the slow subsiding surge | Q |
| Singing her smooth air quaintly Such repose | F |
| Steals o'er her spirits when through storms at sea | F |
| Fancy has followed some nigh foundered bark | I2 |
| Full many a league in ocean's solitude | F |
| Tossed far beyond the Cape of utmost Horn | K2 |
| That stems the roaring deep her dreary track | L2 |
| Still Fancy follows and at dead of night | F |
| Hears with strange thunder the huge fragments fall | M2 |
| Crashing from mountains of high drifting ice | F |
| That o'er her bows gleam fearful till at last | F |
| She hails the gallant ship in some still bay | F |
| Safe moored or of delightful Tinian | K2 |
| Smiling like fairy isle amid the waste | F |
| Or of New Zealand where from sheltering rocks | F |
| The clear cascades gush beautiful and high | J |
| The woodland scenery towers above the mast | F |
| Whose long and wavy ensign streams beneath | N2 |
| Far inland clad in snow the mountains lift | F |
| Their spiry summits and endear the more | K |
| The sylvan scene around the healing air | B2 |
| Breathes o'er green myrtles and the poe bird flits | F |
| Amid the shade of aromatic shrubs | F |
| With silver neck and blue enamelled wing | O2 |
| Now cross the stream and up the narrow track | L2 |
| That winds along the mountain's edge behold | F |
| The peasant girl ascend cheerful her look | P2 |
| Beneath the umbrage of her broad black hat | F |
| And loose her dark brown hair the plodding pad | F |
| That bears her panting climbs and with sure step | Q2 |
| Avoids the jutting fragments she meantime | W |
| Sits unconcerned till lessening from the view | Z |
| She gains the summit and is seen no more | K |
| All day along that mountain's heathy waste | F |
| Booted and strapped and in rough coat succinct | F |
| His small shrill whistle pendent at his breast | F |
| With dogs and gun untired the sportsman roams | F |
| Nor quits his wildly devious range till eve | R2 |
| Upon the woods the rocks and mazy rills | F |
| Descending warns him home then he rejoins | F |
| The social circle just as the clear moon | K2 |
| Emerging o'er the sable mountain sails | F |
| Silent and calm and beautiful and sheds | F |
| Its solemn grandeur on the shadowy scene | K2 |
| To music then and let some chosen strain | K2 |
| Of HANDEL gently recreate the sense | F |
| And give the silent heart to tender joy | Q |
| Pass on to the hoar cataract that foams | F |
| Through the dark fissures of the riven rock | S2 |
| Prone rushing it descends and with white whirl | T2 |
| Save where some silent shady pool receives | F |
| Its dash thence bursting with collected sweep | D2 |
| And hollow sound it hurries till it falls | F |
| Foaming in the wild stream that winds below | Y |
| Dark trees that to the mountain's height ascend | F |
| O'ershade with pendent boughs its mossy course | F |
| And looking up the eye beholds it flash | C |
| Beneath the incumbent gloom from ledge to ledge | Q |
| Shooting its silvery foam and far within | K2 |
| Wreathing its curve fantastic If the harp | U2 |
| Of deep poetic inspiration struck | V2 |
| At times by the pale minstrel whilst a strange | Q |
| And beauteous light filled his uplifted eye | J |
| Hath ever sounded into mortal ears | F |
| Here I might think I heard its tones and saw | F |
| Sublime amidst the solitary scene | K2 |
| With dimly gleaming harp and snowy stole | W2 |
| And cheek in momentary frenzy flushed | F |
| The great musician stand Hush every wind | F |
| That shakes the murmuring branches and thou stream | A2 |
| Descending still with hollow sounding sweep | D2 |
| Hush 'Twas the bard struck the loud strings Arise | F |
| Son of the magic song arise | F |
| And bid the deep toned lyre | X2 |
| Pour forth its manly melodies | F |
| With eyes on fire | H |
| CARADOC rushed upon the foe | Y |
| He reared his arm he laid the mighty low | Y |
| O'er the plain see him urge his gore bathed steed | F |
| They bleed the Romans bleed | F |
| He lifts his lance on high | J |
| They fly the fierce invaders fly | J |
| Fear not now the horse or spear | Y2 |
| Fear not now the foeman's might | F |
| Victory the cry shall hear | I |
| Of those who for their country fight | F |
| O'er the slain | K2 |
| That strew the plain | K2 |
| Stern on her sable war horse shall she ride | F |
| And lift her red right hand in their heart's blood deep dyed | F |
| Return my Muse the fearful sound is past | F |
| And now a little onward where the way | F |
| Ascends above the oaks that far below | Y |
| Shade the rude steep let Contemplation lead | F |
| Our footsteps from this shady eminence | F |
| 'Tis pleasant and yet fearful to look down | K2 |
| Upon the river roaring and far off | Z2 |
| To see it stretch in peace and mark the rocks | F |
| One after one in solemn majesty | F |
| Unfolding their wild reaches here with wood | F |
| Mantled beyond abrupt and bare and each | A3 |
| As if it strove with emulous disdain | K2 |
| To tower in ruder darker amplitude | F |
| Pause ere we enter the long craggy vale | D |
| It seems the abode of Solitude So high | J |
| The rock's bleak summit frowns above our head | F |
| Looking immediate down we almost fear | Y2 |
| Lest some enormous fragment should descend | F |
| With hideous sweep into the vale and crush | B3 |
| The intruding visitant No sound is here | I |
| Save of the stream that shrills and now and then | K2 |
| A cry as of faint wailing when the kite | F |
| Comes sailing o'er the crags or straggling lamb | C3 |
| Bleats for its mother Here remote from man | K2 |
| And life's discordant roar might Piety | F |
| Lift up her early orisons to Him | D3 |
| Who made the world who piled up mighty rocks | F |
| Your huge o'ershadowing summits who devolved | F |
| The mighty rivers on their mazy course | F |
| Who bade the seasons roll and they rolled on | K2 |
| In harmony who filled the earth with joy | Q |
| And spread it in magnificence O GOD | F |
| Thou also madest the great water flood | F |
| The deep that uttereth thy voice whose waves | F |
| Toss fearful at thy bidding Thou didst speak | E3 |
| And lo the great and glorious sun from night | F |
| Tenfold upspringing through the heavens' wide way | F |
| Held his untired career These in their course | F |
| As with one shout of acclamation praise | F |
| Thee LORD thee FATHER thee ALMIGHTY KING | O2 |
| Maker of earth and heaven Nor less the flower | H |
| That shakes its purple head and smiles unseen | K2 |
| Upon the mountain's van nor less the stream | A2 |
| That tinkles through the cliff encircled bourne | K2 |
| Cheering with music the lone place proclaim | F3 |
| In wisdom Father hast thou made them all | M2 |
| Scenes of retired sublimity that fill | C2 |
| With fearful ecstasy and holy trance | F |
| The pausing mind we leave your awful gloom | L |
| And lo the footway plank that leads across | F |
| The narrow torrent foaming through the chasm | P |
| Below the rugged stones are washed and worn | K2 |
| Into a thousand shapes and hollows scooped | F |
| By long attrition of the ceaseless surge | Q |
| Smooth deep and polished as the marble urn | K2 |
| In their hard forms Here let us sit and watch | G3 |
| The struggling current burst its headlong way | F |
| Hearing the noise it makes and musing much | H3 |
| On the strange changes of this nether world | F |
| How many ages must have swept to dust | F |
| The still succeeding multitudes that fret | F |
| Their little hour upon this restless scene | K2 |
| Or ere the sweeping waters could have cut | F |
| The solid rock so deep As now its roar | K |
| Comes hollow from below methinks we hear | I |
| The noise of generations as they pass | F |
| O'er the frail arch of earthly vanity | F |
| To silence and oblivion The loud coil | I3 |
| Ne'er ceases as the running river sounds | F |
| From age to age though each particular wave | N |
| That made its brief noise as it hurried on | K2 |
| Ev'n whilst we speak is past and heard no more | K |
| So ever to the ear of Heaven ascends | F |
| The long loud murmur of the rolling globe | J3 |
| Its strife its toils its sighs its shouts the same | F3 |
| But lo upon the hilly croft and scarce | F |
| Distinguished from the crags the peasant hut | F |
| Forth peeping nor unwelcome is the sight | F |
| It seems to say Though solitude be sweet | F |
| And sweet are all the images that float | F |
| Like summer clouds before the eye and charm | K3 |
| The pensive wanderer's way 'tis sweeter yet | F |
| To think that in this world a brother lives | F |
| And lovelier smiles the scene that 'mid the wilds | F |
| Of rocks and mountains the bemused thought | F |
| Remembers of humanity and calls | F |
| The wildly roving fancy back to life | L3 |
| Here then I leave my harp which I have touched | F |
| With careless hand and here I bid farewell | M |
| To Fancy's fading pictures and farewell | M |
| The ideal spirit that abides unseen | K2 |
| 'Mid rocks and woods and solitudes I hail | D |
| Rather the steps of Culture that ascend | F |
| The precipice's side She bids the wild | F |
| Bloom and adorns with beauty not its own | K2 |
| The ridged mountain's tract she speaks and lo | Y |
| The yellow harvest nods upon the slope | M3 |
| And through the dark and matted moss upshoots | F |
| The bursting clover smiling to the sun | K2 |
| These are thy offspring Culture the green herb | N3 |
| Is thine that decks with rich luxuriance | F |
| The pasture's lawny range the yellow corn | K2 |
| That waves upon the upland ridge is thine | K2 |
| Thine too the elegant abode that smiles | F |
| Amidst the rocky scene and wakes the thought | F |
| The tender thought of all life's charities | F |
| And senseless were my heart could I look back | L2 |
| Upon the varied way my feet have trod | F |
| Without a silent prayer that health and joy | Q |
| And love and happiness may long abide | F |
| In the romantic vale where Ellen winds | F |
William Lisle Bowles
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