Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST UV WNHXYZA2B2JC2D2E2F2G 2H2I2NJ2K2I2L2M2N2O2 P2UQ2C R2S2T2UK2A2NTN U2V2NDW2X2I2Y2Z2A3B3 C3D3E3DF3HV2G3H3I3NJ 3K3G2L3M3R2N3O3P3UQ3 NUR3Q2S3R3T3U3D3T3R3 V3T3R3R3R3T3T3T3P2W3 T3M3X3T3R3Y3R3T3Z3T3 A4X3B4R3C4T3R3T3DD4E 2E4R3F4G4NT3R3R3T3T3 DH4T3NT3BT3R3SI4M2X3 J4R3T3T3NA4Five years have past five summers with the length | A |
Of five long winters and again I hear | B |
These waters rolling from their mountain springs | C |
With a soft inland murmur Once again | D |
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs | E |
That on a wild secluded scene impress | F |
Thoughts of more deep seclusion and connect | G |
The landscape with the quiet of the sky | H |
The day is come when I again repose | I |
Here under this dark sycamore and view | J |
These plots of cottage ground these orchard tufts | K |
Which at this season with their unripe fruits | L |
Are clad in one green hue and lose themselves | M |
'Mid groves and copses Once again I see | N |
These hedge rows hardly hedge rows little lines | O |
Of sportive wood run wild these pastoral farms | P |
Green to the very door and wreaths of smoke | Q |
Sent up in silence from among the trees | R |
With some uncertain notice as might seem | S |
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods | T |
Or of some Hermit's cave where by his fire | U |
The Hermit sits alone | V |
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These beauteous forms | W |
Through a long absence have not been to me | N |
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye | H |
But oft in lonely rooms and 'mid the din | X |
Of towns and cities I have owed to them | Y |
In hours of weariness sensations sweet | Z |
Felt in the blood and felt along the heart | A2 |
And passing even into my purer mind | B2 |
With tranquil restoration feelings too | J |
Of unremembered pleasure such perhaps | C2 |
As have no slight or trivial influence | D2 |
On that best portion of a good man's life | E2 |
His little nameless unremembered acts | F2 |
Of kindness and of love Nor less I trust | G2 |
To them I may have owed another gift | H2 |
Of aspect more sublime that blessed mood | I2 |
In which the burthen of the mystery | N |
In which the heavy and the weary weight | J2 |
Of all this unintelligible world | K2 |
Is lightened that serene and blessed mood | I2 |
In which the affections gently lead us on | L2 |
Until the breath of this corporeal frame | M2 |
And even the motion of our human blood | N2 |
Almost suspended we are laid asleep | O2 |
In body and become a living soul | P2 |
While with an eye made quiet by the power | U |
Of harmony and the deep power of joy | Q2 |
We see into the life of things | C |
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If this | R2 |
Be but a vain belief yet oh how oft | S2 |
In darkness and amid the many shapes | T2 |
Of joyless daylight when the fretful stir | U |
Unprofitable and the fever of the world | K2 |
Have hung upon the beatings of my heart | A2 |
How oft in spirit have I turned to thee | N |
O sylvan Wye thou wanderer thro' the woods | T |
How often has my spirit turned to thee | N |
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And now with gleams of half extinguished thought | U2 |
With many recognitions dim and faint | V2 |
And somewhat of a sad perplexity | N |
The picture of the mind revives again | D |
While here I stand not only with the sense | W2 |
Of present pleasure but with pleasing thoughts | X2 |
That in this moment there is life and food | I2 |
For future years And so I dare to hope | Y2 |
Though changed no doubt from what I was when first | Z2 |
I came among these hills when like a roe | A3 |
I bounded o'er the mountains by the sides | B3 |
Of the deep rivers and the lonely streams | C3 |
Wherever nature led more like a man | D3 |
Flying from something that he dreads than one | E3 |
Who sought the thing he loved For nature then | D |
The coarser pleasures of my boyish days | F3 |
And their glad animal movements all gone by | H |
To me was all in all I cannot paint | V2 |
What then I was The sounding cataract | G3 |
Haunted me like a passion the tall rock | H3 |
The mountain and the deep and gloomy wood | I3 |
Their colours and their forms were then to me | N |
An appetite a feeling and a love | J3 |
That had no need of a remoter charm | K3 |
By thought supplied not any interest | G2 |
Unborrowed from the eye That time is past | L3 |
And all its aching joys are now no more | M3 |
And all its dizzy raptures Not for this | R2 |
Faint I nor mourn nor murmur other gifts | N3 |
Have followed for such loss I would believe | O3 |
Abundant recompense For I have learned | P3 |
To look on nature not as in the hour | U |
Of thoughtless youth but hearing oftentimes | Q3 |
The still sad music of humanity | N |
Nor harsh nor grating though of ample power | U |
To chasten and subdue And I have felt | R3 |
A presence that disturbs me with the joy | Q2 |
Of elevated thoughts a sense sublime | S3 |
Of something far more deeply interfused | R3 |
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns | T3 |
And the round ocean and the living air | U3 |
And the blue sky and in the mind of man | D3 |
A motion and a spirit that impels | T3 |
All thinking things all objects of all thought | R3 |
And rolls through all things Therefore am I still | V3 |
A lover of the meadows and the woods | T3 |
And mountains and of all that we behold | R3 |
From this green earth of all the mighty world | R3 |
Of eye and ear both what they half create | R3 |
And what perceive well pleased to recognise | T3 |
In nature and the language of the sense | T3 |
The anchor of my purest thoughts the nurse | T3 |
The guide the guardian of my heart and soul | P2 |
Of all my moral being | W3 |
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Nor perchance | T3 |
If I were not thus taught should I the more | M3 |
Suffer my genial spirits to decay | X3 |
For thou art with me here upon the banks | T3 |
Of this fair river thou my dearest Friend | R3 |
My dear dear Friend and in thy voice I catch | Y3 |
The language of my former heart and read | R3 |
My former pleasures in the shooting lights | T3 |
Of thy wild eyes Oh yet a little while | Z3 |
May I behold in thee what I was once | T3 |
My dear dear Sister and this prayer I make | A4 |
Knowing that Nature never did betray | X3 |
The heart that loved her 'tis her privilege | B4 |
Through all the years of this our life to lead | R3 |
From joy to joy for she can so inform | C4 |
The mind that is within us so impress | T3 |
With quietness and beauty and so feed | R3 |
With lofty thoughts that neither evil tongues | T3 |
Rash judgments nor the sneers of selfish men | D |
Nor greetings where no kindness is nor all | D4 |
The dreary intercourse of daily life | E2 |
Shall e'er prevail against us or disturb | E4 |
Our cheerful faith that all which we behold | R3 |
Is full of blessings Therefore let the moon | F4 |
Shine on thee in thy solitary walk | G4 |
And let the misty mountain winds be free | N |
To blow against thee and in after years | T3 |
When these wild ecstasies shall be matured | R3 |
Into a sober pleasure when thy mind | R3 |
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms | T3 |
Thy memory be as a dwelling place | T3 |
For all sweet sounds and harmonies oh then | D |
If solitude or fear or pain or grief | H4 |
Should be thy portion with what healing thoughts | T3 |
Of tender joy wilt thou remember me | N |
And these my exhortations Nor perchance | T3 |
If I should be where I no more can hear | B |
Thy voice nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams | T3 |
Of past existence wilt thou then forget | R3 |
That on the banks of this delightful stream | S |
We stood together and that I so long | I4 |
A worshipper of Nature hither came | M2 |
Unwearied in that service rather say | X3 |
With warmer love oh with far deeper zeal | J4 |
Of holier love Nor wilt thou then forget | R3 |
That after many wanderings many years | T3 |
Of absence these steep woods and lofty cliffs | T3 |
And this green pastoral landscape were to me | N |
More dear both for themselves and for thy sake | A4 |
William Wordsworth
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