Guilt And Sorrow Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCCDCDD A EFGFHIJII A KALAAMLMM A NLNLLBLBB A OPOQQDQDD A LRLSTURUU A VWVWWLWLL A XYXYYGZGG V AA2AA2A2AA2AA V ABABBUBUU A VB2VB2B2C2D2C2C2 V E2A2E2A2A2F2A2F2F2 V F2VF2VVF2VF2F2 A G2LG2LLH2LBB A I2C2I2C2C2F2C2F2F2 A J2K2J2L2L2F2L2F2F2 A VF2VF2F2BF2BB A F2VF2VVVVVV V K2F2

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A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's PlainB
Pursued his vagrant way with feet half bareC
Stooping his gait but not as if to gainB
Help from the staff he bore for mien and airC
Were hardy though his cheek seemed worn with careC
Both of the time to come and time long fledD
Down fell in straggling locks his thin grey hairC
A coat he wore of military redD
But faded and stuck o'er with many a patch and shredD
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While thus he journeyed step by step led onE
He saw and passed a stately inn full sureF
That welcome in such house for him was noneG
No board inscribed the needy to allureF
Hung there no bush proclaimed to old and poorH
And desolate Here you will find a friendI
The pendent grapes glittered above the doorJ
On he must pace perchance 'till night descendI
Where'er the dreary roads their bare white lines extendI
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IIIA
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The gathering clouds grow red with stormy fireK
In streaks diverging wide and mounting highA
That inn he long had passed the distant spireL
Which oft as he looked back had fixed his eyeA
Was lost though still he looked in the blank skyA
Perplexed and comfortless he gazed aroundM
And scarce could any trace of man descryL
Save cornfields stretched and stretching without boundM
But where the sower dwelt was nowhere to be foundM
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No tree was there no meadow's pleasant greenN
No brook to wet his lip or soothe his earL
Long files of corn stacks here and there were seenN
But not one dwelling place his heart to cheerL
Some labourer thought he may perchance be nearL
And so he sent a feeble shout in vainB
No voice made answer he could only hearL
Winds rustling over plots of unripe grainB
Or whistling thro' thin grass along the unfurrowed plainB
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Long had he fancied each successive slopeO
Concealed some cottage whither he might turnP
And rest but now along heaven's darkening copeO
The crows rushed by in eddies homeward borneQ
Thus warned he sought some shepherd's spreading thornQ
Or hovel from the storm to shield his headD
But sought in vain for now all wild forlornQ
And vacant a huge waste around him spreadD
The wet cold ground he feared must be his only bedD
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VIA
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And be it so for to the chill night showerL
And the sharp wind his head he oft hath baredR
A Sailor he who many a wretched hourL
Hath told for landing after labour hardS
Full long endured in hope of just rewardT
He to an armed fleet was forced awayU
By seamen who perhaps themselves had sharedR
Like fate was hurried off a helpless preyU
'Gainst all that in 'his' heart or theirs perhaps said nayU
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VIIA
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For years the work of carnage did not ceaseV
And death's dire aspect daily he surveyedW
Death's minister then came his glad releaseV
And hope returned and pleasure fondly madeW
Her dwelling in his dreams By Fancy's aidW
The happy husband flies his arms to throwL
Round his wife's neck the prize of victory laidW
In her full lap he sees such sweet tears flowL
As if thenceforth nor pain nor trouble she could knowL
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Vain hope for frand took all that he had earnedX
The lion roars and gluts his tawny broodY
Even in the desert's heart but he returnedX
Bears not to those he loves their needful foodY
His home approaching but in such a moodY
That from his sight his children might have runG
He met a traveller robbed him shed his bloodZ
And when the miserable work was doneG
He fled a vagrant since the murderer's fate to shunG
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From that day forth no place to him could beA
So lonely but that thence might come a pangA2
Brought from without to inward miseryA
Now as he plodded on with sullen clangA2
A sound of chains along the desert rangA2
He looked and saw upon a gibbet highA
A human body that in irons swangA2
Uplifted by the tempest whirling byA
And hovering round it often did a raven flyA
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It was a spectacle which none might viewA
In spot so savage but with shuddering painB
Nor only did for him at once renewA
All he had feared from man but roused a trainB
Of the mind's phantoms horrible as vainB
The stones as if to cover him from dayU
Rolled at his back along the living plainB
He fell and without sense or motion layU
But when the trance was gone feebly pursued his wayU
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XIA
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As one whose brain habitual phrensy firesV
Owes to the fit in which his soul hath tossedB2
Profounder quiet when the fit retiresV
Even so the dire phantasma which had crossedB2
His sense in sudden vacancy quite lostB2
Left his mind still as a deep evening streamC2
Nor if accosted now in thought engrossedD2
Moody or inly troubled would he seemC2
To traveller who might talk of any casual themeC2
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XIIV
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Hurtle the clouds in deeper darkness piledE2
Gone is the raven timely rest to seekA2
He seemed the only creature in the wildE2
On whom the elements their rage might wreakA2
Save that the bustard of those regions bleakA2
Shy tenant seeing by the uncertain lightF2
A man there wandering gave a mournful shriekA2
And half upon the ground with strange affrightF2
Forced hard against the wind a thick unwieldy flightF2
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XIIIV
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All all was cheerless to the horizon's boundF2
The weary eye which wheresoe'er it straysV
Marks nothing but the red sun's setting roundF2
Or on the earth strange lines in former daysV
Left by gigantic arms at length surveysV
What seems an antique castle spreading wideF2
Hoary and naked are its walls and raiseV
Their brow sublime in shelter there to bideF2
He turned while rain poured down smoking on every sideF2
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XIVA
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Pile of Stone henge so proud to hint yet keepG2
Thy secrets thou that lov'st to stand and hearL
The Plain resounding to the whirlwind's sweepG2
Inmate of lonesome Nature's endless yearL
Even if thou saw'st the giant wicker rearL
For sacrifice its throngs of living menH2
Before thy face did ever wretch appearL
Who in his heart had groaned with deadlier painB
Than he who tempest driven thy shelter now would gainB
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XVA
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Within that fabric of mysterious formI2
Winds met in conflict each by turns supremeC2
And from the perilous ground dislodged through stormI2
And rain he wildered on no moon to streamC2
From gulf of parting clouds one friendly beamC2
Nor any friendly sound his footsteps ledF2
Once did the lightning's faint disastrous gleamC2
Disclose a naked guide post's double headF2
Sight which tho' lost at once a gleam of pleasure shedF2
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No swinging sign board creaked from cottage elmJ2
To stay his steps with faintness overcomeK2
'Twas dark and void as ocean's watery realmJ2
Roaring with storms beneath night's starless gloomL2
No gipsy cowered o'er fire of furze or broomL2
No labourer watched his red kiln glaring brightF2
Nor taper glimmered dim from sick man's roomL2
Along the waste no line of mournful lightF2
From lamp of lonely toll gate streamed athwart the nightF2
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XVIIA
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At length though hid in clouds the moon aroseV
The downs were visible and now revealedF2
A structure stands which two bare slopes encloseV
It was a spot where ancient vows fulfilledF2
Kind pious hands did to the Virgin buildF2
A lonely Spital the belated swainB
From the night terrors of that waste to shieldF2
But there no human being could remainB
And now the walls are named the Dead House of the plainB
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Though he had little cause to love the abodeF2
Of man or covet sight of mortal faceV
Yet when faint beams of light that ruin showedF2
How glad he was at length to find some traceV
Of human shelter in that dreary placeV
Till to his flock the early shepherd goesV
Here shall much needed sleep his frame embraceV
In a dry nook where fern the floor bestrowsV
He lays his stiffened limbs his eyes begin to closeV
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When hearing a deep sigh that seemed to comeK2
From one who mourned in sleep he raised his headF2
And saw a w-

William Wordsworth



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