Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Five years have past five summers with the lengthA
Of five long winters and again I hearB
These waters rolling from their mountain springsC
With a soft inland murmur Once againD
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffsE
That on a wild secluded scene impressF
Thoughts of more deep seclusion and connectG
The landscape with the quiet of the skyH
The day is come when I again reposeI
Here under this dark sycamore and viewJ
These plots of cottage ground these orchard tuftsK
Which at this season with their unripe fruitsL
Are clad in one green hue and lose themselvesM
'Mid groves and copses Once again I seeN
These hedge rows hardly hedge rows little linesO
Of sportive wood run wild these pastoral farmsP
Green to the very door and wreaths of smokeQ
Sent up in silence from among the treesR
With some uncertain notice as might seemS
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woodsT
Or of some Hermit's cave where by his fireU
The Hermit sits aloneV
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These beauteous formsW
Through a long absence have not been to meN
As is a landscape to a blind man's eyeH
But oft in lonely rooms and 'mid the dinX
Of towns and cities I have owed to themY
In hours of weariness sensations sweetZ
Felt in the blood and felt along the heartA2
And passing even into my purer mindB2
With tranquil restoration feelings tooJ
Of unremembered pleasure such perhapsC2
As have no slight or trivial influenceD2
On that best portion of a good man's lifeE2
His little nameless unremembered actsF2
Of kindness and of love Nor less I trustG2
To them I may have owed another giftH2
Of aspect more sublime that blessed moodI2
In which the burthen of the mysteryN
In which the heavy and the weary weightJ2
Of all this unintelligible worldK2
Is lightened that serene and blessed moodI2
In which the affections gently lead us onL2
Until the breath of this corporeal frameM2
And even the motion of our human bloodN2
Almost suspended we are laid asleepO2
In body and become a living soulP2
While with an eye made quiet by the powerU
Of harmony and the deep power of joyQ2
We see into the life of thingsC
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If thisR2
Be but a vain belief yet oh how oftS2
In darkness and amid the many shapesT2
Of joyless daylight when the fretful stirU
Unprofitable and the fever of the worldK2
Have hung upon the beatings of my heartA2
How oft in spirit have I turned to theeN
O sylvan Wye thou wanderer thro' the woodsT
How often has my spirit turned to theeN
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And now with gleams of half extinguished thoughtU2
With many recognitions dim and faintV2
And somewhat of a sad perplexityN
The picture of the mind revives againD
While here I stand not only with the senseW2
Of present pleasure but with pleasing thoughtsX2
That in this moment there is life and foodI2
For future years And so I dare to hopeY2
Though changed no doubt from what I was when firstZ2
I came among these hills when like a roeA3
I bounded o'er the mountains by the sidesB3
Of the deep rivers and the lonely streamsC3
Wherever nature led more like a manD3
Flying from something that he dreads than oneE3
Who sought the thing he loved For nature thenD
The coarser pleasures of my boyish daysF3
And their glad animal movements all gone byH
To me was all in all I cannot paintV2
What then I was The sounding cataractG3
Haunted me like a passion the tall rockH3
The mountain and the deep and gloomy woodI3
Their colours and their forms were then to meN
An appetite a feeling and a loveJ3
That had no need of a remoter charmK3
By thought supplied not any interestG2
Unborrowed from the eye That time is pastL3
And all its aching joys are now no moreM3
And all its dizzy raptures Not for thisR2
Faint I nor mourn nor murmur other giftsN3
Have followed for such loss I would believeO3
Abundant recompense For I have learnedP3
To look on nature not as in the hourU
Of thoughtless youth but hearing oftentimesQ3
The still sad music of humanityN
Nor harsh nor grating though of ample powerU
To chasten and subdue And I have feltR3
A presence that disturbs me with the joyQ2
Of elevated thoughts a sense sublimeS3
Of something far more deeply interfusedR3
Whose dwelling is the light of setting sunsT3
And the round ocean and the living airU3
And the blue sky and in the mind of manD3
A motion and a spirit that impelsT3
All thinking things all objects of all thoughtR3
And rolls through all things Therefore am I stillV3
A lover of the meadows and the woodsT3
And mountains and of all that we beholdR3
From this green earth of all the mighty worldR3
Of eye and ear both what they half createR3
And what perceive well pleased to recogniseT3
In nature and the language of the senseT3
The anchor of my purest thoughts the nurseT3
The guide the guardian of my heart and soulP2
Of all my moral beingW3
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Nor perchanceT3
If I were not thus taught should I the moreM3
Suffer my genial spirits to decayX3
For thou art with me here upon the banksT3
Of this fair river thou my dearest FriendR3
My dear dear Friend and in thy voice I catchY3
The language of my former heart and readR3
My former pleasures in the shooting lightsT3
Of thy wild eyes Oh yet a little whileZ3
May I behold in thee what I was onceT3
My dear dear Sister and this prayer I makeA4
Knowing that Nature never did betrayX3
The heart that loved her 'tis her privilegeB4
Through all the years of this our life to leadR3
From joy to joy for she can so informC4
The mind that is within us so impressT3
With quietness and beauty and so feedR3
With lofty thoughts that neither evil tonguesT3
Rash judgments nor the sneers of selfish menD
Nor greetings where no kindness is nor allD4
The dreary intercourse of daily lifeE2
Shall e'er prevail against us or disturbE4
Our cheerful faith that all which we beholdR3
Is full of blessings Therefore let the moonF4
Shine on thee in thy solitary walkG4
And let the misty mountain winds be freeN
To blow against thee and in after yearsT3
When these wild ecstasies shall be maturedR3
Into a sober pleasure when thy mindR3
Shall be a mansion for all lovely formsT3
Thy memory be as a dwelling placeT3
For all sweet sounds and harmonies oh thenD
If solitude or fear or pain or griefH4
Should be thy portion with what healing thoughtsT3
Of tender joy wilt thou remember meN
And these my exhortations Nor perchanceT3
If I should be where I no more can hearB
Thy voice nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleamsT3
Of past existence wilt thou then forgetR3
That on the banks of this delightful streamS
We stood together and that I so longI4
A worshipper of Nature hither cameM2
Unwearied in that service rather sayX3
With warmer love oh with far deeper zealJ4
Of holier love Nor wilt thou then forgetR3
That after many wanderings many yearsT3
Of absence these steep woods and lofty cliffsT3
And this green pastoral landscape were to meN
More dear both for themselves and for thy sakeA4

William Wordsworth



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