Book First [introduction-childhood And School Time] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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OH there is blessing in this gentle breezeA
A visitant that while it fans my cheekB
Doth seem half conscious of the joy it bringsC
From the green fields and from yon azure skyD
Whate'er its mission the soft breeze can comeE
To none more grateful than to me escapedF
From the vast city where I long had pinedG
A discontented sojourner now freeH
Free as a bird to settle where I willI
What dwelling shall receive me in what valeJ
Shall be my harbour underneath what groveK
Shall I take up my home and what clear streamL
Shall with its murmur lull me into restM
The earth is all before me With a heartN
Joyous nor scared at its own libertyH
I look about and should the chosen guideO
Be nothing better than a wandering cloudP
I cannot miss my way I breathe againQ
Trances of thought and mountings of the mindG
Come fast upon me it is shaken offR
That burthen of my own unnatural selfS
The heavy weight of many a weary dayT
Not mine and such as were not made for meH
Long months of peace if such bold word accordU
With any promises of human lifeV
Long months of ease and undisturbed delightW
Are mine in prospect whither shall I turnX
By road or pathway or through trackless fieldY
Up hill or down or shall some floating thingZ
Upon the river point me out my courseA2
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Dear Liberty Yet what would it availJ
But for a gift that consecrates the joyB2
For I methought while the sweet breath of heavenC2
Was blowing on my body felt withinD2
A correspondent breeze that gently movedE2
With quickening virtue but is now becomeE
A tempest a redundant energyH
Vexing its own creation Thanks to bothF2
And their congenial powers that while they joinG2
In breaking up a long continued frostH2
Bring with them vernal promises the hopeI2
Of active days urged on by flying hoursJ2
Days of sweet leisure taxed with patient thoughtK2
Abstruse nor wanting punctual service highD
Matins and vespers of harmonious verseL2
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Thus far O Friend did I not used to makeM2
A present joy the matter of a songN2
Pour forth that day my soul in measured strainsO2
That would not be forgotten and are hereP2
Recorded to the open fields I toldQ2
A prophecy poetic numbers cameR2
Spontaneously to clothe in priestly robeS2
A renovated spirit singled outT2
Such hope was mine for holy servicesU2
My own voice cheered me and far more the mind'sV2
Internal echo of the imperfect soundW2
To both I listened drawing from them bothF2
A cheerful confidence in things to comeE
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Content and not unwilling now to giveX2
A respite to this passion I paced onY2
With brisk and eager steps and came at lengthZ2
To a green shady place where down I sateA3
Beneath a tree slackening my thoughts by choiceB3
And settling into gentler happinessC3
'Twas autumn and a clear and placid dayT
With warmth as much as needed from a sunC2
Two hours declined towards the west a dayT
With silver clouds and sunshine on the grassD3
And in the sheltered and the sheltering groveK
A perfect stillness Many were the thoughtsE3
Encouraged and dismissed till choice was madeF3
Of a known Vale whither my feet should turnX
Nor rest till they had reached the very doorG3
Of the one cottage which methought I sawH3
No picture of mere memory ever lookedI3
So fair and while upon the fancied sceneJ3
I gazed with growing love a higher powerK3
Than Fancy gave assurance of some workL3
Of glory there forthwith to be begunC2
Perhaps too there performed Thus long I musedM3
Nor e'er lost sight of what I mused uponY2
Save when amid the stately grove of oaksN3
Now here now there an acorn from its cupO3
Dislodged through sere leaves rustled or at onceP3
To the bare earth dropped with a startling soundW2
From that soft couch I rose not till the sunC2
Had almost touched the horizon casting thenQ
A backward glance upon the curling cloudP
Of city smoke by distance ruralisedP
Keen as a Truant or a FugitiveX2
But as a Pilgrim resolute I tookQ3
Even with the chance equipment of that hourK3
The road that pointed toward the chosen ValeJ
It was a splendid evening and my soulR3
Once more made trial of her strength nor lackedP
Aeolian visitations but the harpS3
Was soon defrauded and the banded hostP
Of harmony dispersed in straggling soundsT3
And lastly utter silence 'Be it soU3
Why think of anything but present good '-
So like a home bound labourer I pursuedP
My way beneath the mellowing sun that shedP
Mild influence nor left in me one wishV3
Again to bend the Sabbath of that timeW3
To a servile yoke What need of many wordsX3
A pleasant loitering journey through three daysY3
Continued brought me to my hermitageZ3
I spare to tell of what ensued the lifeV
In common things the endless store of thingsC
Rare or at least so seeming every dayP
Found all about me in one neighbourhoodP
The self congratulation and from mornA4
To night unbroken cheerfulness sereneJ3
But speedily an earnest longing roseB4
To brace myself to some determined aimR2
Reading or thinking either to lay upO3
New stores or rescue from decay the oldP
By timely interference and therewithZ2
Came hopes still higher that with outward lifeV
I might endue some airy phantasiesB4
That had been floating loose about for yearsB4
And to such beings temperately deal forthZ2
The many feelings that oppressed my heartP
That hope hath been discouraged welcome lightP
Dawns from the east but dawns to disappearC4
And mock me with a sky that ripens notP
Into a steady morning if my mindP
Remembering the bold promise of the pastP
Would gladly grapple with some noble themeL
Vain is her wish where'er she turns she findsB4
Impediments from day to day renewedP
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And now it would content me to yield upO3
Those lofty hopes awhile for present giftsB4
Of humbler industry But oh dear FriendP
The Poet gentle creature as he isB4
Hath like the Lover his unruly timesB4
His fits when he is neither sick nor wellD4
Though no distress be near him but his ownE4
Unmanageable thoughts his mind best pleasedP
While she as duteous as the mother doveF4
Sits brooding lives not always to that endP
But like the innocent bird hath goadings onY2
That drive her as in trouble through the grovesB4
With me is now such passion to be blamedP
No otherwise than as it lasts too longN2
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When as becomes a man who would prepareG4
For such an arduous work I through myselfS
Make rigorous inquisition the reportP
Is often cheering for I neither seemL
To lack that first great gift the vital soulR3
Nor general Truths which are themselves a sortP
Of Elements and Agents Under powersB4
Subordinate helpers of the living mindP
Nor am I naked of external thingsB4
Forms images nor numerous other aidsB4
Of less regard though won perhaps with toilH4
And needful to build up a Poet's praiseB4
Time place and manners do I seek and theseB4
Are found in plenteous store but nowhere suchI4
As may be singled out with steady choiceB4
No little band of yet remembered namesB4
Whom I in perfect confidence might hopeI2
To summon back from lonesome banishmentP
And make them dwellers in the hearts of menQ
Now living or to live in future yearsB4
Sometimes the ambitious Power of choice mistakingZ
Proud spring tide swellings for a regular seaB4
Will settle on some British theme some oldP
Romantic tale by Milton left unsungJ4
More often turning to some gentle placeB4
Within the groves of Chivalry I pipeK4
To shepherd swains or seated harp in handP
Amid reposing knights by a river sideP
Or fountain listen to the grave reportsB4
Of dire enchantments faced and overcomeE
By the strong mind and tales of warlike featsB4
Where spear encountered spear and sword with swordP
Fought as if conscious of the blazonryG4
That the shield bore so glorious was the strifeV
Whence inspiration for a song that windsB4
Through ever changing scenes of votive questP
Wrongs to redress harmonious tribute paidP
To patient courage and unblemished truthZ2
To firm devotion zeal unquenchableH4
And Christian meekness hallowing faithful loH4

William Wordsworth



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