The Greenwich Pensioners Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CDEE FGEE HHIIJJ KKLMNNOO KKPQRAA SSEE TTNN IIUUKKVVWW

When evening listened to the dipping oarA
Forgetting the loud city's ceaseless roarA
By the green banks where Thames with conscious prideB
Reflects that stately structure on his sideB
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Within whose walls as their long labours closeC
The wanderers of the ocean find reposeD
We wore in social ease the hours awayE
The passing visit of a summer's dayE
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Whilst some to range the breezy hill are goneF
I lingered on the river's marge aloneG
Mingled with groups of ancient sailors grayE
And watched the last bright sunshine steal awayE
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As thus I mused amidst the various trainH
Of toil worn wanderers of the perilous mainH
Two sailors well I marked them as the beamI
Of parting day yet lingered on the streamI
And the sun sank behind the shady reachJ
Hastened with tottering footsteps to the beachJ
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The one had lost a limb in Nile's dread fightK
Total eclipse had veiled the other's sightK
For ever As I drew more anxious nearL
I stood intent if they should speak to hearM
But neither said a word He who was blindN
Stood as to feel the comfortable windN
That gently lifted his gray hair his faceO
Seemed then of a faint smile to wear the traceO
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The other fixed his gaze upon the lightK
Parting and when the sun had vanished quiteK
Methought a starting tear that Heaven might blessP
Unfelt or felt with transient tendernessQ
Came to his aged eyes and touched his cheekR
And then as meek and silent as beforeA
Back hand in hand they went and left the shoreA
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As they departed through the unheeding crowdS
A caged bird sang from the casement loudS
And then I heard alone that blind man sayE
The music of the bird is sweet to dayE
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I said O heavenly Father none may knowT
The cause these have for silence or for woeT
Here they appeared heartstricken and resignedN
Amidst the unheeding tumult of mankindN
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There is a world a pure unclouded climeI
Where there is neither grief nor death nor timeI
Nor loss of friends Perhaps when yonder bellU
Pealed slow and bade the dying day farewellU
Ere yet the glimmering landscape sank to nightK
They thought upon that world of distant lightK
And when the blind man lifting light his hairV
Felt the faint wind he raised a warmer prayerV
Then sighed as the blithe bird sang o'er his headW
No morn shall shine on me till I am deadW

William Lisle Bowles



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