Repentance Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DED FGFG HIHI CJC KKKK LMLM NKNK ODOD| A PASTORAL BALLAD | A |
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| THE fields which with covetous spirit we sold | B |
| Those beautiful fields the delight of the day | C |
| Would have brought us more good than a burthen of gold | B |
| Could we but have been as contented as they | C |
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| When the troublesome Tempter beset us said I | D |
| 'Let him come with his purse proudly grasped in his hand | E |
| But Allan be true to me Allan we'll die | D |
| Before he shall go with an inch of the land ' | - |
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| There dwelt we as happy as birds in their bowers | F |
| Unfettered as bees that in gardens abide | G |
| We could do what we liked with the land it was ours | F |
| And for us the brook murmured that ran by its side | G |
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| But now we are strangers go early or late | H |
| And often like one overburthened with sin | I |
| With my hand on the latch of the half opened gate | H |
| I look at the fields but I cannot go in | I |
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| When I walk by the hedge on a bright summer's day | C |
| Or sit in the shade of my grandfather's tree | J |
| A stern face it puts on as if ready to say | C |
| 'What ails you that you must come creeping to me ' | - |
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| With our pastures about us we could not be sad | K |
| Our comfort was near if we ever were crost | K |
| But the comfort the blessings and wealth that we had | K |
| We slighted them all and our birth right was lost | K |
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| Oh ill judging sire of an innocent son | L |
| Who must now be a wanderer but peace to that strain | M |
| Think of evening's repose when our labour was done | L |
| The sabbath's return and its leisure's soft chain | M |
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| And in sickness if night had been sparing of sleep | N |
| How cheerful at sunrise the hill where I stood | K |
| Looking down on the kine and our treasure of sheep | N |
| That besprinkled the field 'twas like youth in my blood | K |
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| Now I cleave to the house and am dull as a snail | O |
| And oftentimes hear the church bell with a sigh | D |
| That follows the thought We've no land in the vale | O |
| Save six feet of earth where our forefathers lie | D |
William Wordsworth
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