Ode: Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBC DEDEDFGGF HHEIEIJKJ LMMNNLOLLOGBMGGPP QBBRRRSTTTMMUVWSXYMM DD TZTZBBA2B2BBPBPMMMMG G C2MMD2AAC2D2 BBBBBME2MRRMLF2E2LMM MG2G2G2SS RMOMOMMMMH2MH2RMMI2I 2E2MME2 BJ2BK2MMMMMMBBBBBL2M L2MBBGGTM2TM2L2L2PPP L2MML2L2L2L2 LMMLGGGMML2L2MMMMTTN 2MBBMMGMGGMSRMSJ2BK2 BThe child is father of the man | A |
And I could wish my days to be | B |
Bound each to each by natural piety | B |
Wordsworth My Heart Leaps Up | C |
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There was a time when meadow grove and stream | D |
The earth and every common sight | E |
To me did seem | D |
Apparelled in celestial light | E |
The glory and the freshness of a dream | D |
It is not now as it hath been of yore | F |
Turn wheresoe'er I may | G |
By night or day | G |
The things which I have seen I now can see no more | F |
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The Rainbow comes and goes | H |
And lovely is the Rose | H |
The Moon doth with delight | E |
Look round her when the heavens are bare | I |
Waters on a starry night | E |
Are beautiful and fair | I |
The sunshine is a glorious birth | J |
But yet I know where'er I go | K |
That there hath past away a glory from the earth | J |
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Now while the birds thus sing a joyous song | L |
And while the young lambs bound | M |
As to the tabor's sound | M |
To me alone there came a thought of grief | N |
A timely utterance gave that thought relief | N |
And I again am strong | L |
The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep | O |
No more shall grief of mine the season wrong | L |
I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng | L |
The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep | O |
And all the earth is gay | G |
Land and sea | B |
Give themselves up to jollity | M |
And with the heart of May | G |
Doth every Beast keep holiday | G |
Thou Child of Joy | P |
Shout round me let me hear thy shouts thou happy Shepherd boy | P |
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Ye bless d creatures I have heard the call | Q |
Ye to each other make I see | B |
The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee | B |
My heart is at your festival | R |
My head hath its coronal | R |
The fulness of your bliss I feel I feel it all | R |
Oh evil day if I were sullen | S |
While Earth herself is adorning | T |
This sweet May morning | T |
And the Children are culling | T |
On every side | M |
In a thousand valleys far and wide | M |
Fresh flowers while the sun shines warm | U |
And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm | V |
I hear I hear with joy I hear | W |
But there's a Tree of many one | S |
A single field which I have looked upon | X |
Both of them speak of something that is gone | Y |
The Pansy at my feet | M |
Doth the same tale repeat | M |
Whither is fled the visionary gleam | D |
Where is it now the glory and the dream | D |
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting | T |
The Soul that rises with us our life's Star | Z |
Hath had elsewhere its setting | T |
And cometh from afar | Z |
Not in entire forgetfulness | B |
And not in utter nakedness | B |
But trailing clouds of glory do we come | A2 |
From God who is our home | B2 |
Heaven lies about us in our infancy | B |
Shades of the prison house begin to close | B |
Upon the growing Boy | P |
But he beholds the light and whence it flows | B |
He sees it in his joy | P |
The Youth who daily farther from the east | M |
Must travel still is Nature's Priest | M |
And by the vision splendid | M |
Is on his way attended | M |
At length the Man perceives it die away | G |
And fade into the light of common day | G |
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Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own | C2 |
Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind | M |
And even with something of a Mother's mind | M |
And no unworthy aim | D2 |
The homely Nurse doth all she can | A |
To make her Foster child her Inmate Man | A |
Forget the glories he hath known | C2 |
And that imperial palace whence he came | D2 |
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Behold the Child among his new born blisses | B |
A six years' Darling of a pigmy size | B |
See where 'mid work of his own hand he lies | B |
Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses | B |
With light upon him from his father's eyes | B |
See at his feet some little plan or chart | M |
Some fragment from his dream of human life | E2 |
Shaped by himself with newly learn 'e d art | M |
A wedding or a festival | R |
A mourning or a funeral | R |
And this hath now his heart | M |
And unto this he frames his song | L |
Then will he fit his tongue | F2 |
To dialogues of business love or strife | E2 |
But it will not be long | L |
Ere this be thrown aside | M |
And with new joy and pride | M |
The little Actor cons another part | M |
Filling from time to time his humorous stage | G2 |
With all the Persons down to palsied Age | G2 |
That Life brings with her in her equipage | G2 |
As if his whole vocation | S |
Were endless imitation | S |
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Thou whose exterior semblance doth belie | R |
Thy Soul's immensity | M |
Thou best Philosopher who yet dost keep | O |
Thy heritage thou Eye among the blind | M |
That deaf and silent read'st the eternal deep | O |
Haunted for ever by the eternal mind | M |
Mighty Prophet Seer blest | M |
On whom those truths do rest | M |
Which we are toiling all our lives to find | M |
In darkness lost the darkness of the grave | H2 |
Thou over whom thy Immortality | M |
Broods like the Day a Master o'er a Slave | H2 |
A Presence which is not to be put by | R |
Thou little Child yet glorious in the might | M |
Of heaven born freedom on thy being's height | M |
Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke | I2 |
The years to bring the inevitable yoke | I2 |
Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife | E2 |
Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight | M |
And custom lie upon thee with a weight | M |
Heavy as frost and deep almost as life | E2 |
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O joy that in our embers | B |
Is something that doth live | J2 |
That Nature yet remembers | B |
What was so fugitive | K2 |
The thought of our past years in me doth breed | M |
Perpetual benediction not indeed | M |
For that which is most worthy to be blest | M |
Delight and liberty the simple creed | M |
Of Childhood whether busy or at rest | M |
With new fledged hope still fluttering in his breast | M |
Not for these I raise | B |
The song of thanks and praise | B |
But for those obstinate questionings | B |
Of sense and outward things | B |
Fallings from us vanishings | B |
Blank misgivings of a Creature | L2 |
Moving about in worlds not realised | M |
High instincts before which our mortal Nature | L2 |
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised | M |
But for those first affections | B |
Those shadowy recollections | B |
Which be they what they may | G |
Are yet the fountain light of all our day | G |
Are yet a master light of all our seeing | T |
Uphold us cherish and have power to make | M2 |
Our noisy years seem moments in the being | T |
Of the eternal Silence truths that wake | M2 |
To perish never | L2 |
Which neither listlessness nor mad endeavour | L2 |
Nor Man nor Boy | P |
Nor all that is at enmity with joy | P |
Can utterly abolish or destroy | P |
Hence in a season of calm weather | L2 |
Though inland far we be | M |
Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea | M |
Which brought us hither | L2 |
Can in a moment travel thither | L2 |
And see the Children sport upon the shore | L2 |
And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore | L2 |
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Then sing ye Birds sing sing a joyous song | L |
And let the young Lambs bound | M |
As to the tabor's sound | M |
We in thought will join your throng | L |
Ye that pipe and ye that play | G |
Ye that through your hearts to day | G |
Feel the gladness of the May | G |
What though the radiance which was once so bright | M |
Be now for ever taken from my sight | M |
Though nothing can bring back the hour | L2 |
Of splendour in the grass of glory in the flower | L2 |
We will grieve not rather find | M |
Strength in what remains behind | M |
In the primal sympathy | M |
Which having been must ever be | M |
In the soothing thoughts that spring | T |
Out of human suffering | T |
In the faith that looks through death | N2 |
In years that bring the philosophic mind | M |
And O ye Fountains Meadows Hills and Groves | B |
Forebode not any severing of our loves | B |
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might | M |
I only have relinquished one delight | M |
To live beneath your more habitual sway | G |
I love the Brooks which down their channels fret | M |
Even more than when I tripped lightly as they | G |
The innocent brightness of a new born Day | G |
Is lovely yet | M |
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun | S |
Do take a sober colouring from an eye | R |
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality | M |
Another race hath been and other palms are won | S |
Thanks to the human heart by which we live | J2 |
Thanks to its tenderness its joys and fears | B |
To me the meanest flower that blows can give | K2 |
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears | B |
William Wordsworth
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