Lines Written As A School Exercise Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGHIJKKLL MMNNBOPP QQRRSSTTUUQVQWWMMXXY YKKZZA2A2B2B2C2C2D2D 2E2E2CCF2F2EEG2G2H2H 2SSI2I2FFB2B2J2J2K2K 2PPL2L2M2M2N2N2O2O2P 2P2MMQ2R2DDS2S2TTRRE 2 T2T2| And has the Sun his flaming chariot driven | A |
| Two hundred times around the ring of heaven | A |
| Since Science first with all her sacred train | B |
| Beneath yon roof began her heavenly reign | B |
| While thus I mused methought before mine eyes | C |
| The Power of Education seemed to rise | C |
| Not she whose rigid precepts trained the boy | D |
| Dead to the sense of every finer joy | D |
| Nor that vile wretch who bade the tender age | E |
| Spurn Reason's law and humour Passion's rage | E |
| But she who trains the generous British youth | F |
| In the bright paths of fair majestic Truth | F |
| Emerging slow from Academus' grove | G |
| In heavenly majesty she seemed to move | H |
| Stern was her forehead but a smile serene | I |
| 'Softened the terrors of her awful mien ' | J |
| Close at her side were all the powers designed | K |
| To curb exalt reform the tender mind | K |
| With panting breast now pale as winter snows | L |
| Now flushed as Hebe Emulation rose | L |
| Shame followed after with reverted eye | M |
| And hue far deeper than the Tyrian dye | M |
| Last Industry appeared with steady pace | N |
| A smile sat beaming on her pensive face | N |
| I gazed upon the visionary train | B |
| Threw back my eyes returned and gazed again | O |
| When lo the heavenly goddess thus began | P |
| Through all my frame the pleasing accents ran | P |
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| 'When Superstition left the golden light | Q |
| And fled indignant to the shades of night | Q |
| When pure Religion reared the peaceful breast | R |
| And lulled the warring passions into rest | R |
| Drove far away the savage thoughts that roll | S |
| In the dark mansions of the bigot's soul | S |
| Enlivening Hope displayed her cheerful ray | T |
| And beamed on Britain's sons a brighter day | T |
| So when on Ocean's face the storm subsides | U |
| Hushed are the winds and silent are the tides | U |
| The God of day in all the pomp of light | Q |
| Moves through the vault of heaven and dissipates the | V |
| night | Q |
| Wide o'er the main a trembling lustre plays | W |
| The glittering waves reflect the dazzling blaze | W |
| Science with joy saw Superstition fly | M |
| Before the lustre of Religion's eye | M |
| With rapture she beheld Britannia smile | X |
| Clapped her strong wings and sought the cheerful isle | X |
| The shades of night no more the soul involve | Y |
| She sheds her beam and lo the shades dissolve | Y |
| No jarring monks to gloomy cell confined | K |
| With mazy rules perplex the weary mind | K |
| No shadowy forms entice the soul aside | Z |
| Secure she walks Philosophy her guide | Z |
| Britain who long her warriors had adored | A2 |
| And deemed all merit centred in the sword | A2 |
| Britain who thought to stain the field was fame | B2 |
| Now honoured Edward's less than Bacon's name | B2 |
| Her sons no more in listed fields advance | C2 |
| To ride the ring or toss the beamy lance | C2 |
| No longer steel their indurated hearts | D2 |
| To the mild influence of the finer arts | D2 |
| Quick to the secret grotto they retire | E2 |
| To court majestic truth or wake the golden lyre | E2 |
| By generous Emulation taught to rise | C |
| The seats of learning brave the distant skies | C |
| Then noble Sandys inspired with great design | F2 |
| Reared Hawkshead's happy roof and called it mine | F2 |
| There have I loved to show the tender age | E |
| The golden precepts of the classic page | E |
| To lead the mind to those Elysian plains | G2 |
| Where throned in gold immortal Science reigns | G2 |
| Fair to the view is sacred Truth displayed | H2 |
| In all the majesty of light arrayed | H2 |
| To teach on rapid wings the curious soul | S |
| To roam from heaven to heaven from pole to pole | S |
| From thence to search the mystic cause of things | I2 |
| And follow Nature to her secret springs | I2 |
| Nor less to guide the fluctuating youth | F |
| Firm in the sacred paths of moral truth | F |
| To regulate the mind's disordered frame | B2 |
| And quench the passions kindling into flame | B2 |
| The glimmering fires of Virtue to enlarge | J2 |
| And purge from Vice's dross my tender charge | J2 |
| Oft have I said the paths of Fame pursue | K2 |
| And all that Virtue dictates dare to do | K2 |
| Go to the world peruse the book of man | P |
| And learn from thence thy own defects to scan | P |
| Severely honest break no plighted trust | L2 |
| But coldly rest not here be more than just | L2 |
| Join to the rigours of the sires of Rome | M2 |
| The gentler manners of the private dome | M2 |
| When Virtue weeps in agony of woe | N2 |
| Teach from the heart the tender tear to flow | N2 |
| If Pleasure's soothing song thy soul entice | O2 |
| Or all the gaudy pomp of splendid Vice | O2 |
| Arise superior to the Siren's power | P2 |
| The wretch the short lived vision of an hour | P2 |
| Soon fades her cheek her blushing beauties fly | M |
| As fades the chequered bow that paints the sky | M |
| So shall thy sire whilst hope his breast inspires | Q2 |
| And wakes anew life's glimmering trembling fires | R2 |
| Hear Britain's sons rehearse thy praise with joy | D |
| Look up to heaven and bless his darling boy | D |
| If e'er these precepts quelled the passions' strife | S2 |
| If e'er they smoothed the rugged walks of life | S2 |
| If e'er they pointed forth the blissful way | T |
| That guides the spirit to eternal day | T |
| Do thou if gratitude inspire thy breast | R |
| Spurn the soft fetters of lethargic rest | R |
| Awake awake and snatch the slumbering lyre | E2 |
| Let this bright morn and Sandys the song inspire ' | - |
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| I looked obedience the celestial Fair | T2 |
| Smiled like the morn and vanished into air | T2 |
William Wordsworth
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