Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Now we are tired of boisterous joyA
Have romped enough my little BoyA
Jane hangs her head upon my breastB
And you shall bring your stool and restB
This corner is your ownC
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There take your seat and let me seeD
That you can listen quietlyD
And as I promised I will tellE
That strange adventure which befellE
A poor blind Highland BoyA
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A 'Highland' Boy why call him soF
Because my Darlings ye must knowF
That under hills which rise like towersG
Far higher hills than these of oursG
He from his birth had livedH
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He ne'er had seen one earthly sightI
The sun the day the stars the nightI
Or tree or butterfly or flowerJ
Or fish in stream or bird in bowerJ
Or woman man or childK
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And yet he neither drooped nor pinedL
Nor had a melancholy mindL
For God took pity on the BoyA
And was his friend and gave him joyA
Of which we nothing knowF
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His Mother too no doubt aboveM
Her other children him did loveM
For was she here or was she thereN
She thought of him with constant careN
And more than mother's loveM
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And proud she was of heart when cladO
In crimson stockings tartan plaidO
And bonnet with a feather gayP
To Kirk he on the Sabbath dayP
Went hand in hand with herJ
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A dog too had he not for needQ
But one to play with and to feedQ
Which would have led him if bereftR
Of company or friends and leftR
Without a better guideS
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And then the bagpipes he could blowF
And thus from house to house would goF
And all were pleased to hear and seeD
For none made sweeter melodyD
Than did the poor blind BoyA
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Yet he had many a restless dreamT
Both when he heard the eagles screamT
And when he heard the torrents roarU
And heard the water beat the shoreU
Near which their cottage stoodV
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Beside a lake their cottage stoodV
Not small like ours a peaceful floodW
But one of mighty size and strangeX
That rough or smooth is full of changeX
And stirring in its bedY
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For to this lake by night and dayP
The great Sea water finds its wayP
Through long long windings of the hillsZ
And drinks up all the pretty rillsZ
And rivers large and strongA2
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Then hurries back the road it cameB2
Returns on errand still the sameB2
This did it when the earth was newC2
And this for evermore will doC2
As long as earth shall lastD2
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And with the coming of the tideS
Come boats and ships that safely rideS
Between the woods and lofty rocksZ
And to the shepherds with their flocksZ
Bring tales of distant landsZ
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And of those tales whate'er they wereJ
The blind Boy always had his shareN
Whether of mighty towns or valesZ
With warmer suns and softer galesZ
Or wonders of the DeepE2
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Yet more it pleased him more it stirredF2
When from the water side he heardF2
The shouting and the jolly cheersZ
The bustle of the marinersZ
In stillness or in stormG2
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But what do his desires availH2
For He must never handle sailH2
Nor mount the mast nor row nor floatI2
Ill sailor's ship or fisher's boatI2
Upon the rocking wavesZ
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His Mother often thought and saidY
What sin would be upon her headY
If she should suffer this 'My SonJ2
Whate'er you do leave this undoneJ2
The danger is so great '-
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Thus lived he by Loch Leven's sideS
Still sounding with the sounding tideS
And heard the billows leap and danceZ
Without a shadow of mischanceZ
Till he was ten years oldK2
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When one day and now mark me wellE
Ye soon shall know how this befellE
He in a vessel of his ownC
On the swift flood is hurrying downL2
Down to the mighty SeaZ
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In such a vessel never moreU
May human creature leave the shoreU
If this or that way he should stirJ
Woe to the poor blind MarinerJ
For death will be his doomM2
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But say what bears him Ye have seenN2
The Indian's bow his arrows keenN2
Rare beasts and birds with plumage brightI
Gifts which for wonder or delightI
Are brought in ships from farO2
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Such gifts had those seafaring menP2
Spread round that haven in the glenP2
Each hut perchance might have its ownC
And to the Boy they all were knownC
He knew and prized them allQ2
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The rarest was a Turtle shellE
Which he poor Child had studied wellE
A shell of ample size and lightI
As the pearly car of AmphitriteI
That sportive dolphins drewC2
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And as a Coracle that bravesZ
On Vaga's breast the fretful wavesZ
This shell upon the deep would swimR2
And gaily lift its fearless brimR2
Above the tossing surgeS2
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And this the little blind Boy knewC2
And he a story strange yet trueC2
Had heard how in a shell like thisZ
An English Boy O thought of blissZ
Had stoutly launched from shoreU
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Launched from the margin of a bayP
Among the Indian isles where layP
His father's ship and had sailed farO2
To join that gallant ship of warU
In his delightful shellE
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Our Highland Boy oft visitedI
The house that held this prize and ledI
By choice or chance did thither comeT2
One day when no one was at homeU2
And found the door unbarredI
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While there he sate alone and blindI
That story flashed upon his mindI
A bold thought roused him and he tookV2
The shell from out its secret nookV2
And bore it on his headI
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He launched his vessel and in prideI
Of spirit from Loch Leven's sideI
Stepped into it his thoughts all freeZ
As the light breezes that with gleeZ
Sang through the adventurer's hairN
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A while he stood upon his feetI
He felt the motion took his seatI
Still better pleased as more and moreU
The tide retreated from the shoreU
And sucked and sucked him inW2
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And there he is in face of HeavenJ2
How rapidly the Child is drivenJ2
The fourth part of a mile I weenJ2
He thus had gone ere he was seenJ2
By any human eyeX2
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But when he was first seen oh meZ
What shrieking and what miseryZ
For many saw among the restI
His Mother she who loved him bestI
She saw her poor blind BoyA
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But for the child the sightless BoyA
It is the triumph of his joyA
The bravest traveller in balloonJ2
Mounting as if to reach the moonJ2
Was never half so blessedI
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And let him let him go his wayP
Alone and innocent and gayP
For if good Angels love to waitI
On the forlorn unfortunateI
This Child will take no harmY2
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But now the passionate lamentI
Which from the crowd on shore was sentI
The cries which broke from old and youngZ2
In Gaelic or the English tongueZ2
Are stifled all is stillA3
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And quickly with a silent crewC2
A boat is ready to pursueC2
And from the shore their course they takeB3
And swiftly down the running lakeB3
They follow the blind BoyA
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But soon they move with softer paceZ
So have ye seen the fowler chaseZ
On Grasmere's clear unruffled breastI
A youngling of the wild duck's nestI
With deftly lifted oarU
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Or as the wily sailors creptI
To seize while on the Deep it sleptI
The hapless creature which did dwellE
Erewhile within the dancing shellE
They steal upon their preyP
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With sound the least that can be madeI
They follow more and more afraidI
More cautious as they draw more nearC3
But in his darkness he can hearD3
And guesses their intentI
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'Lei gha Lei gha' he then cried outI
'Lei gha Lei gha' with eager shoutI
Thus did he cry and thus did prayP
And what he meant was 'Keep awayP
And leave me to myself '-
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Alas and when he felt their handsZ
You've often heard of magic wandsZ
That with a motion overthrowF
A palace of the proudest showF
Or melt it into airN
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So all his dreams that inward lightI
With which his soul had shone so brightI
All vanished 'twas a heartfelt crossZ
To him a heavy bitter lossZ
As he had ever knownJ2
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But hark a gratulating voiceZ
With which the very hills rejoiceZ
'Tis from the crowd who tremblinglyE
Have watched the event and now can seeZ
That he is safe at lastI
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And then when he was brought to landI
Full sure they were a happy bandI
Which gathering round did on the banksZ
Of that great Water give God thanksZ
And welcomed the poor ChildI
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And in the general joy of heartI
The blind Boy's little dog took partI
He leapt about and oft did kissZ
His master's hands in sign of blissZ
With sound like lamentationJ2
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But most of all his Mother dearC3
She who had fainted with her fearC3
Rejoiced when waking she espiesZ
The Child when she can trust her eyesZ
And touches the blind BoyA
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She led him home and wept amainJ2
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William Wordsworth



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