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 drivenA
Two hundred times around the ring of heavenA
Since Science first with all her sacred trainB
Beneath yon roof began her heavenly reignB
While thus I mused methought before mine eyesC
The Power of Education seemed to riseC
Not she whose rigid precepts trained the boyD
Dead to the sense of every finer joyD
Nor that vile wretch who bade the tender ageE
Spurn Reason's law and humour Passion's rageE
But she who trains the generous British youthF
In the bright paths of fair majestic TruthF
Emerging slow from Academus' groveG
In heavenly majesty she seemed to moveH
Stern was her forehead but a smile sereneI
'Softened the terrors of her awful mien 'J
Close at her side were all the powers designedK
To curb exalt reform the tender mindK
With panting breast now pale as winter snowsL
Now flushed as Hebe Emulation roseL
Shame followed after with reverted eyeM
And hue far deeper than the Tyrian dyeM
Last Industry appeared with steady paceN
A smile sat beaming on her pensive faceN
I gazed upon the visionary trainB
Threw back my eyes returned and gazed againO
When lo the heavenly goddess thus beganP
Through all my frame the pleasing accents ranP
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'When Superstition left the golden lightQ
And fled indignant to the shades of nightQ
When pure Religion reared the peaceful breastR
And lulled the warring passions into restR
Drove far away the savage thoughts that rollS
In the dark mansions of the bigot's soulS
Enlivening Hope displayed her cheerful rayT
And beamed on Britain's sons a brighter dayT
So when on Ocean's face the storm subsidesU
Hushed are the winds and silent are the tidesU
The God of day in all the pomp of lightQ
Moves through the vault of heaven and dissipates theV
nightQ
Wide o'er the main a trembling lustre playsW
The glittering waves reflect the dazzling blazeW
Science with joy saw Superstition flyM
Before the lustre of Religion's eyeM
With rapture she beheld Britannia smileX
Clapped her strong wings and sought the cheerful isleX
The shades of night no more the soul involveY
She sheds her beam and lo the shades dissolveY
No jarring monks to gloomy cell confinedK
With mazy rules perplex the weary mindK
No shadowy forms entice the soul asideZ
Secure she walks Philosophy her guideZ
Britain who long her warriors had adoredA2
And deemed all merit centred in the swordA2
Britain who thought to stain the field was fameB2
Now honoured Edward's less than Bacon's nameB2
Her sons no more in listed fields advanceC2
To ride the ring or toss the beamy lanceC2
No longer steel their indurated heartsD2
To the mild influence of the finer artsD2
Quick to the secret grotto they retireE2
To court majestic truth or wake the golden lyreE2
By generous Emulation taught to riseC
The seats of learning brave the distant skiesC
Then noble Sandys inspired with great designF2
Reared Hawkshead's happy roof and called it mineF2
There have I loved to show the tender ageE
The golden precepts of the classic pageE
To lead the mind to those Elysian plainsG2
Where throned in gold immortal Science reignsG2
Fair to the view is sacred Truth displayedH2
In all the majesty of light arrayedH2
To teach on rapid wings the curious soulS
To roam from heaven to heaven from pole to poleS
From thence to search the mystic cause of thingsI2
And follow Nature to her secret springsI2
Nor less to guide the fluctuating youthF
Firm in the sacred paths of moral truthF
To regulate the mind's disordered frameB2
And quench the passions kindling into flameB2
The glimmering fires of Virtue to enlargeJ2
And purge from Vice's dross my tender chargeJ2
Oft have I said the paths of Fame pursueK2
And all that Virtue dictates dare to doK2
Go to the world peruse the book of manP
And learn from thence thy own defects to scanP
Severely honest break no plighted trustL2
But coldly rest not here be more than justL2
Join to the rigours of the sires of RomeM2
The gentler manners of the private domeM2
When Virtue weeps in agony of woeN2
Teach from the heart the tender tear to flowN2
If Pleasure's soothing song thy soul enticeO2
Or all the gaudy pomp of splendid ViceO2
Arise superior to the Siren's powerP2
The wretch the short lived vision of an hourP2
Soon fades her cheek her blushing beauties flyM
As fades the chequered bow that paints the skyM
So shall thy sire whilst hope his breast inspiresQ2
And wakes anew life's glimmering trembling firesR2
Hear Britain's sons rehearse thy praise with joyD
Look up to heaven and bless his darling boyD
If e'er these precepts quelled the passions' strifeS2
If e'er they smoothed the rugged walks of lifeS2
If e'er they pointed forth the blissful wayT
That guides the spirit to eternal dayT
Do thou if gratitude inspire thy breastR
Spurn the soft fetters of lethargic restR
Awake awake and snatch the slumbering lyreE2
Let this bright morn and Sandys the song inspire '-
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I looked obedience the celestial FairT2
Smiled like the morn and vanished into airT2

William Wordsworth



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