Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Ii. At The Grave Of Burns, 1803 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBBCBD EEFGEG HHHIHI JKJLJL MMMNON PQRSRS TTTUTV WWWXYX OOOZOZ A2A2A2B2A2R A2A2A2A2A2A2 A2A2A2A2A2A2 C2C2C2A2C2A2 D2FEE2EF2

SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATHA
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I shiver Spirit fierce and boldB
At thought of what I now beholdB
As vapours breathed from dungeons coldB
Strike pleasure deadC
So sadness comes from out the mouldB
Where Burns is laidD
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And have I then thy bones so nearE
And thou forbidden to appearE
As if it were thyself that's hereF
I shrink with painG
And both my wishes and my fearE
Alike are vainG
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Off weight nor press on weight awayH
Dark thoughts they came but not to stayH
With chastened feelings would I payH
The tribute dueI
To him and aught that hides his clayH
From mortal viewI
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Fresh as the flower whose modest worthJ
He sang his genius glinted forthK
Rose like a star that touching earthJ
For so it seemsL
Doth glorify its humble birthJ
With matchless beamsL
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The piercing eye the thoughtful browM
The struggling heart where be they nowM
Full soon the Aspirant of the ploughM
The prompt the braveN
Slept with the obscurest in the lowO
And silent graveN
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I mourned with thousands but as oneP
More deeply grieved for He was goneQ
Whose light I hailed when first it shoneR
And showed my youthS
How Verse may build a princely throneR
On humble truthS
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Alas where'er the current tendsT
Regret pursues and with it blendsT
Huge Criffel's hoary top ascendsT
By Skiddaw seenU
Neighbours we were and loving friendsT
We might have beenV
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True friends though diversely inclinedW
But heart with heart and mind with mindW
Where the main fibres are entwinedW
Through Nature's skillX
May even by contraries be joinedY
More closely stillX
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The tear will start and let it flowO
Thou poor Inhabitant belowO
At this dread moment even soO
Might we togetherZ
Have sate and talked where gowans blowO
Or on wild heatherZ
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What treasures would have then been placedA2
Within my reach of knowledge gracedA2
By fancy what a rich repastA2
But why go onB2
Oh spare to sweep thou mournful blastA2
His grave grass grownR
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There too a Son his joy and prideA2
Not three weeks past the Stripling diedA2
Lies gathered to his Father's sideA2
Soul moving sightA2
Yet one to which is not deniedA2
Some sad delightA2
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For 'he' is safe a quiet bedA2
Hath early found among the deadA2
Harboured where none can be misledA2
Wronged or distrestA2
And surely here it may be saidA2
That such are blestA2
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And oh for Thee by pitying graceC2
Checked oft times in a devious raceC2
May He who halloweth the placeC2
Where Man is laidA2
Receive thy Spirit in the embraceC2
For which it prayedA2
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Sighing I turned away but ereD2
Night fell I heard or seemed to hearF
Music that sorrow comes not nearE
A ritual hymnE2
Chaunted in love that casts out fearE
By SeraphimF2

William Wordsworth



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