Book Sixth [cambridge And The Alps] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THE leaves were fading when to Esthwaite's banksA
And the simplicities of cottage lifeB
I bade farewell and one among the youthC
Who summoned by that season reuniteD
As scattered birds troop to the fowler's lureE
Went back to Granta's cloisters not so promptF
Or eager though as gay and undepressedF
In mind as when I thence had taken flightF
A few short months before I turned my faceG
Without repining from the coves and heightsH
Clothed in the sunshine of the withering fernI
Quitted not loth the mild magnificenceH
Of calmer lakes and louder streams and youJ
Frank hearted maids of rocky CumberlandF
You and your not unwelcome days of mirthK
Relinquished and your nights of revelryL
And in my own unlovely cell sate downM
In lightsome mood such privilege has youthC
That cannot take long leave of pleasant thoughtsH
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The bonds of indolent societyL
Relaxing in their hold henceforth I livedF
More to myself Two winters may be passedF
Without a separate notice many booksH
Were skimmed devoured or studiously perusedF
But with no settled plan I was detachedF
Internally from academic caresH
Yet independent study seemed a courseH
Of hardy disobedience toward friendsH
And kindred proud rebellion and unkindF
This spurious virtue rather let it bearN
A name it now deserves this cowardiceH
Gave treacherous sanction to that over loveO
Of freedom which encouraged me to turnI
From regulations even of my ownP
As from restraints and bonds Yet who can tellQ
Who knows what thus may have been gained both thenR
And at a later season or preservedF
What love of nature what original strengthS
Of contemplation what intuitive truthsH
The deepest and the best what keen researchT
Unbiassed unbewildered and unawedF
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The Poet's soul was with me at that timeU
Sweet meditations the still overflowV
Of present happiness while future yearsH
Lacked not anticipations tender dreamsH
No few of which have since been realisedF
And some remain hopes for my future lifeB
Four years and thirty told this very weekW
Have I been now a sojourner on earthK
By sorrow not unsmitten yet for meL
Life's morning radiance hath not left the hillsH
Her dew is on the flowers Those were the daysH
Which also first emboldened me to trustF
With firmness hitherto but slightly touchedF
By such a daring thought that I might leaveX
Some monument behind me which pure heartsH
Should reverence The instinctive humblenessH
Maintained even by the very name and thoughtF
Of printed books and authorship beganY
To melt away and further the dread aweZ
Of mighty names was softened down and seemedF
Approachable admitting fellowshipA2
Of modest sympathy Such aspect nowB2
Though not familiarly my mind put onC2
Content to observe to achieve and to enjoyD2
-
All winter long whenever free to chooseH
Did I by night frequent the College groveE2
And tributary walks the last and oftF
The only one who had been lingering thereN
Through hours of silence till the porter's bellQ
A punctual follower on the stroke of nineF2
Rang with its blunt unceremonious voiceH
Inexorable summons Lofty elmsH
Inviting shades of opportune recessH
Bestowed composure on a neighbourhoodF
Unpeaceful in itself A single treeL
With sinuous trunk boughs exquisitely wreathedF
Grew there an ash which Winter for himselfG2
Decked out with pride and with outlandish graceH
Up from the ground and almost to the topH2
The trunk and every master branch were greenI2
With clustering ivy and the lightsome twigsH
And outer spray profusely tipped with seedsH
That hung in yellow tassels while the airN
Stirred them not voiceless Often have I stoodF
Foot bound uplooking at this lovely treeL
Beneath a frosty moon The hemisphereJ2
Of magic fiction verse of mine perchanceH
May never tread but scarcely Spenser's selfG2
Could have more tranquil visions in his youthC
Or could more bright appearances createF
Of human forms with superhuman powersH
Than I beheld loitering on calm clear nightsH
Alone beneath this fairy work of earthK
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On the vague reading of a truant youthC
'Twere idle to descant My inner judgmentF
Not seldom differed from my taste in booksH
As if it appertained to another mindF
And yet the books which then I valued mostF
Are dearest to me 'now' for having scannedF
Not heedlessly the laws and watched the formsH
Of Nature in that knowledge I possessedF
A standard often usefully appliedF
Even when unconsciously to things removedF
From a familiar sympathy In fineF2
I was a better judge of thoughts than wordsH
Misled in estimating words not onlyL
By common inexperience of youthC
But by the trade in classic nicetiesH
The dangerous craft of culling term and phraseH
From languages that want the living voiceH
To carry meaning to the natural heartF
To tell us what is passion what is truthC
What reason what simplicity and senseH
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Yet may we not entirely overlookK2
The pleasure gathered from the rudimentsH
Of geometric science Though advancedF
In these enquiries with regret I speakW
No farther than the threshold there I foundF
Both elevation and composed delightF
With Indian awe and wonder ignorance pleasedF
With its own struggles did I meditateF
On the relation those abstractions bearN
To Nature's laws and by what process ledF
Those immaterial agents bowed their headsH
Duly to serve the mind of earth born manY
From star to star from kindred sphere to sphereJ2
From system on to system without endF
-
More frequently from the same source I drewJ
A pleasure quiet and profound a senseH
Of permanent and universal swayL2
And paramount belief there recognisedF
A type for finite natures of the oneM2
Supreme Existence the surpassing lifeB
Which to the boundaries of space and timeU
Of melancholy space and doleful timeU
Superior and incapable of changeN2
Nor touched by welterings of passion isH
And hath the name of God Transcendent peaceH
And silence did await upon these thoughtsH
That were a frequent comfort to my youthC
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'Tis told by one whom stormy waters threwJ
With fellow sufferers by the shipwreck sparedF
Upon a desert coast that having broughtF
To land a single volume saved by chanceH
A treatise of Geometry he wontF
Although of food and clothing destituteF
And beyond common wretchedness depressedF
To part from company and take this bookK2
Then first a self taught pupil in its truthsH
To spots remote and draw his diagramsH
With a long staff upon the sand and thusH
Did oft beguile his sorrow and almostF
Forget his feeling so if like effectF
From the same cause produced 'mid outward thingsH
So different may rightly be comparedF
So was it then with me and so will beL
With Poets ever Mighty is the charmO2
Of those abstractions to a mind besetF
With images and haunted by herselfG2
And specially delightful unto meL
Was that clear synthesis built up aloftF
So gracefully even then when it appearedF
Not more than a mere plaything or a toyF
To sense embodied not the thing it isH
In verity an independent worldF
Created out of pure intelligenceH
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Such dispositions then were mine unearnedF
By aught I fear of genuine desertF
Mine through heaven's grace and inborn aptitudesH
And not to leave the story of that timeU
Imperfect with these habits must be joinedF
Moods melancholy fits of spleen that lovedF
A pensive sky sad days and piping windsH
The twilight more than dawn autumn than springP2
A treasured and luxurious gloom of choiceH
And inclination mainly and the mereJ2
Redundancy of youth's contentednessH
To time thus spent add multitudes of hoursH
Pilfered away by what the Bard who sangQ2
Of the Enchanter Indolence hath calledF
'Good natured lounging ' and behold a mapR2
Of my collegiate life far less intenseH
Than duty called for or without regardF
To duty 'might' have sprung up of itselfG2
By change of accidents or even to speakW
Without unkindness in another placeH
Yet why take refuge in that plea the faultF
This I repeat was mine mine be the blameS2
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In summer making quest for works of artF
Or scenes renowned for beauty I exploredF
That streamlet whose blue current works its wayL2
BetweL2

William Wordsworth



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