Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBC DDEEA FFGGH IIJJK LLAAF MMNNM OOPPJ QQRRS FFDDA TTUUV VWXXY PPZZA2 B2B2C2C2D2 SSZZZ JNZZE2 F2F2ZZG2 H2H2I2I2Z YYJ2J2 SSZZK2 EECL2Z UUJJM2 N2N2IIO2 P2P2CCQ2 EEIIC2 ZZR2R2S2 C2C2ZZU PPO2UE IIT2U2I IIV2V2I IIZZN IIUUW2 J2J2J2J2X2 ZZIIA AAJ2J2I PPIIY2 IIZ2Z2A3 C2C2B3B3A ZZIIU IIEEP IIC3D3I IIPP ZZFFN IIZZJ2 ZZEZI IIZZI IIZZJ2 C3C3ZZA J2| Now we are tired of boisterous joy | A |
| Have romped enough my little Boy | A |
| Jane hangs her head upon my breast | B |
| And you shall bring your stool and rest | B |
| This corner is your own | C |
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| There take your seat and let me see | D |
| That you can listen quietly | D |
| And as I promised I will tell | E |
| That strange adventure which befell | E |
| A poor blind Highland Boy | A |
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| A 'Highland' Boy why call him so | F |
| Because my Darlings ye must know | F |
| That under hills which rise like towers | G |
| Far higher hills than these of ours | G |
| He from his birth had lived | H |
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| He ne'er had seen one earthly sight | I |
| The sun the day the stars the night | I |
| Or tree or butterfly or flower | J |
| Or fish in stream or bird in bower | J |
| Or woman man or child | K |
| - | |
| And yet he neither drooped nor pined | L |
| Nor had a melancholy mind | L |
| For God took pity on the Boy | A |
| And was his friend and gave him joy | A |
| Of which we nothing know | F |
| - | |
| His Mother too no doubt above | M |
| Her other children him did love | M |
| For was she here or was she there | N |
| She thought of him with constant care | N |
| And more than mother's love | M |
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| And proud she was of heart when clad | O |
| In crimson stockings tartan plaid | O |
| And bonnet with a feather gay | P |
| To Kirk he on the Sabbath day | P |
| Went hand in hand with her | J |
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| A dog too had he not for need | Q |
| But one to play with and to feed | Q |
| Which would have led him if bereft | R |
| Of company or friends and left | R |
| Without a better guide | S |
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| And then the bagpipes he could blow | F |
| And thus from house to house would go | F |
| And all were pleased to hear and see | D |
| For none made sweeter melody | D |
| Than did the poor blind Boy | A |
| - | |
| Yet he had many a restless dream | T |
| Both when he heard the eagles scream | T |
| And when he heard the torrents roar | U |
| And heard the water beat the shore | U |
| Near which their cottage stood | V |
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| Beside a lake their cottage stood | V |
| Not small like ours a peaceful flood | W |
| But one of mighty size and strange | X |
| That rough or smooth is full of change | X |
| And stirring in its bed | Y |
| - | |
| For to this lake by night and day | P |
| The great Sea water finds its way | P |
| Through long long windings of the hills | Z |
| And drinks up all the pretty rills | Z |
| And rivers large and strong | A2 |
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| Then hurries back the road it came | B2 |
| Returns on errand still the same | B2 |
| This did it when the earth was new | C2 |
| And this for evermore will do | C2 |
| As long as earth shall last | D2 |
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| And with the coming of the tide | S |
| Come boats and ships that safely ride | S |
| Between the woods and lofty rocks | Z |
| And to the shepherds with their flocks | Z |
| Bring tales of distant lands | Z |
| - | |
| And of those tales whate'er they were | J |
| The blind Boy always had his share | N |
| Whether of mighty towns or vales | Z |
| With warmer suns and softer gales | Z |
| Or wonders of the Deep | E2 |
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| Yet more it pleased him more it stirred | F2 |
| When from the water side he heard | F2 |
| The shouting and the jolly cheers | Z |
| The bustle of the mariners | Z |
| In stillness or in storm | G2 |
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| But what do his desires avail | H2 |
| For He must never handle sail | H2 |
| Nor mount the mast nor row nor float | I2 |
| Ill sailor's ship or fisher's boat | I2 |
| Upon the rocking waves | Z |
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| His Mother often thought and said | Y |
| What sin would be upon her head | Y |
| If she should suffer this 'My Son | J2 |
| Whate'er you do leave this undone | J2 |
| The danger is so great ' | - |
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| Thus lived he by Loch Leven's side | S |
| Still sounding with the sounding tide | S |
| And heard the billows leap and dance | Z |
| Without a shadow of mischance | Z |
| Till he was ten years old | K2 |
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| When one day and now mark me well | E |
| Ye soon shall know how this befell | E |
| He in a vessel of his own | C |
| On the swift flood is hurrying down | L2 |
| Down to the mighty Sea | Z |
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| In such a vessel never more | U |
| May human creature leave the shore | U |
| If this or that way he should stir | J |
| Woe to the poor blind Mariner | J |
| For death will be his doom | M2 |
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| But say what bears him Ye have seen | N2 |
| The Indian's bow his arrows keen | N2 |
| Rare beasts and birds with plumage bright | I |
| Gifts which for wonder or delight | I |
| Are brought in ships from far | O2 |
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| Such gifts had those seafaring men | P2 |
| Spread round that haven in the glen | P2 |
| Each hut perchance might have its own | C |
| And to the Boy they all were known | C |
| He knew and prized them all | Q2 |
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| The rarest was a Turtle shell | E |
| Which he poor Child had studied well | E |
| A shell of ample size and light | I |
| As the pearly car of Amphitrite | I |
| That sportive dolphins drew | C2 |
| - | |
| And as a Coracle that braves | Z |
| On Vaga's breast the fretful waves | Z |
| This shell upon the deep would swim | R2 |
| And gaily lift its fearless brim | R2 |
| Above the tossing surge | S2 |
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| And this the little blind Boy knew | C2 |
| And he a story strange yet true | C2 |
| Had heard how in a shell like this | Z |
| An English Boy O thought of bliss | Z |
| Had stoutly launched from shore | U |
| - | |
| Launched from the margin of a bay | P |
| Among the Indian isles where lay | P |
| His father's ship and had sailed far | O2 |
| To join that gallant ship of war | U |
| In his delightful shell | E |
| - | |
| Our Highland Boy oft visited | I |
| The house that held this prize and led | I |
| By choice or chance did thither come | T2 |
| One day when no one was at home | U2 |
| And found the door unbarred | I |
| - | |
| While there he sate alone and blind | I |
| That story flashed upon his mind | I |
| A bold thought roused him and he took | V2 |
| The shell from out its secret nook | V2 |
| And bore it on his head | I |
| - | |
| He launched his vessel and in pride | I |
| Of spirit from Loch Leven's side | I |
| Stepped into it his thoughts all free | Z |
| As the light breezes that with glee | Z |
| Sang through the adventurer's hair | N |
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| A while he stood upon his feet | I |
| He felt the motion took his seat | I |
| Still better pleased as more and more | U |
| The tide retreated from the shore | U |
| And sucked and sucked him in | W2 |
| - | |
| And there he is in face of Heaven | J2 |
| How rapidly the Child is driven | J2 |
| The fourth part of a mile I ween | J2 |
| He thus had gone ere he was seen | J2 |
| By any human eye | X2 |
| - | |
| But when he was first seen oh me | Z |
| What shrieking and what misery | Z |
| For many saw among the rest | I |
| His Mother she who loved him best | I |
| She saw her poor blind Boy | A |
| - | |
| But for the child the sightless Boy | A |
| It is the triumph of his joy | A |
| The bravest traveller in balloon | J2 |
| Mounting as if to reach the moon | J2 |
| Was never half so blessed | I |
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| And let him let him go his way | P |
| Alone and innocent and gay | P |
| For if good Angels love to wait | I |
| On the forlorn unfortunate | I |
| This Child will take no harm | Y2 |
| - | |
| But now the passionate lament | I |
| Which from the crowd on shore was sent | I |
| The cries which broke from old and young | Z2 |
| In Gaelic or the English tongue | Z2 |
| Are stifled all is still | A3 |
| - | |
| And quickly with a silent crew | C2 |
| A boat is ready to pursue | C2 |
| And from the shore their course they take | B3 |
| And swiftly down the running lake | B3 |
| They follow the blind Boy | A |
| - | |
| But soon they move with softer pace | Z |
| So have ye seen the fowler chase | Z |
| On Grasmere's clear unruffled breast | I |
| A youngling of the wild duck's nest | I |
| With deftly lifted oar | U |
| - | |
| Or as the wily sailors crept | I |
| To seize while on the Deep it slept | I |
| The hapless creature which did dwell | E |
| Erewhile within the dancing shell | E |
| They steal upon their prey | P |
| - | |
| With sound the least that can be made | I |
| They follow more and more afraid | I |
| More cautious as they draw more near | C3 |
| But in his darkness he can hear | D3 |
| And guesses their intent | I |
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| 'Lei gha Lei gha' he then cried out | I |
| 'Lei gha Lei gha' with eager shout | I |
| Thus did he cry and thus did pray | P |
| And what he meant was 'Keep away | P |
| And leave me to myself ' | - |
| - | |
| Alas and when he felt their hands | Z |
| You've often heard of magic wands | Z |
| That with a motion overthrow | F |
| A palace of the proudest show | F |
| Or melt it into air | N |
| - | |
| So all his dreams that inward light | I |
| With which his soul had shone so bright | I |
| All vanished 'twas a heartfelt cross | Z |
| To him a heavy bitter loss | Z |
| As he had ever known | J2 |
| - | |
| But hark a gratulating voice | Z |
| With which the very hills rejoice | Z |
| 'Tis from the crowd who tremblingly | E |
| Have watched the event and now can see | Z |
| That he is safe at last | I |
| - | |
| And then when he was brought to land | I |
| Full sure they were a happy band | I |
| Which gathering round did on the banks | Z |
| Of that great Water give God thanks | Z |
| And welcomed the poor Child | I |
| - | |
| And in the general joy of heart | I |
| The blind Boy's little dog took part | I |
| He leapt about and oft did kiss | Z |
| His master's hands in sign of bliss | Z |
| With sound like lamentation | J2 |
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| But most of all his Mother dear | C3 |
| She who had fainted with her fear | C3 |
| Rejoiced when waking she espies | Z |
| The Child when she can trust her eyes | Z |
| And touches the blind Boy | A |
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| She led him home and wept amain | J2 |
| W | - |
William Wordsworth
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