The Excursion - Book Second - The Solitary Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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The Minstrel wandering on from hall to hall | B |
Baronial court or royal cheered with gifts | C |
Munificent and love and ladies' praise | D |
Now meeting on his road an armed knight | E |
Now resting with a pilgrim by the side | F |
Of a clear brook beneath an abbey's roof | G |
One evening sumptuously lodged the next | H |
Humbly in a religious hospital | I |
Or with some merry outlaws of the wood | J |
Or haply shrouded in a hermit's cell | K |
Him sleeping or awake the robber spared | A |
He walked protected from the sword of war | L |
By virtue of that sacred instrument | M |
His harp suspended at the traveller's side | F |
His dear companion wheresoe'er he went | N |
Opening from land to land an easy way | O |
By melody and by the charm of verse | P |
Yet not the noblest of that honoured Race | Q |
Drew happier loftier more empassioned thoughts | R |
From his long journeyings and eventful life | S |
Than this obscure Itinerant had skill | T |
To gather ranging through the tamer ground | U |
Of these our unimaginative days | D |
Both while he trod the earth in humblest guise | V |
Accoutred with his burthen and his staff | W |
And now when free to move with lighter pace | Q |
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What wonder then if I whose favourite school | X |
Hath been the fields the roads and rural lanes | Y |
Looked on this guide with reverential love | Z |
Each with the other pleased we now pursued | A2 |
Our journey under favourable skies | V |
Turn wheresoe'er we would he was a light | E |
Unfailing not a hamlet could we pass | B2 |
Rarely a house that did not yield to him | C2 |
Remembrances or from his tongue call forth | D2 |
Some way beguiling tale Nor less regard | E2 |
Accompanied those strains of apt discourse | F2 |
Which nature's various objects might inspire | G2 |
And in the silence of his face I read | H2 |
His overflowing spirit Birds and beasts | I2 |
And the mute fish that glances in the stream | J2 |
And harmless reptile coiling in the sun | K2 |
And gorgeous insect hovering in the air | L2 |
The fowl domestic and the household dog | M2 |
In his capacious mind he loved them all | B |
Their rights acknowledging he felt for all | B |
Oft was occasion given me to perceive | N2 |
How the calm pleasures of the pasturing herd | O2 |
To happy contemplation soothed his walk | P2 |
How the poor brute's condition forced to run | K2 |
Its course of suffering in the public road | Q2 |
Sad contrast all too often smote his heart | R2 |
With unavailing pity Rich in love | Z |
And sweet humanity he was himself | S2 |
To the degree that he desired beloved | T2 |
Smiles of good will from faces that he knew | U2 |
Greeted us all day long we took our seats | V2 |
By many a cottage hearth where he received | W2 |
The welcome of an Inmate from afar | X2 |
And I at once forgot I was a Stranger | Y2 |
Nor was he loth to enter ragged huts | Z2 |
Huts where his charity was blest his voice | A3 |
Heard as the voice of an experienced friend | B3 |
And sometimes where the poor man held dispute | C3 |
With his own mind unable to subdue | U2 |
Impatience through inaptness to perceive | N2 |
General distress in his particular lot | D3 |
Or cherishing resentment or in vain | E3 |
Struggling against it with a soul perplexed | H |
And finding in herself no steady power | Y2 |
To draw the line of comfort that divides | F3 |
Calamity the chastisement of Heaven | K2 |
From the injustice of our brother men | G3 |
To him appeal was made as to a judge | H3 |
Who with an understanding heart allayed | I3 |
The perturbation listened to the plea | J3 |
Resolved the dubious point and sentence gave | K3 |
So grounded so applied that it was heard | O2 |
With softened spirit even when it condemned | L3 |
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Such intercourse I witnessed while we roved | L3 |
Now as his choice directed now as mine | M3 |
Or both with equal readiness of will | T |
Our course submitting to the changeful breeze | N3 |
Of accident But when the rising sun | K2 |
Had three times called us to renew our walk | P2 |
My Fellow traveller with earnest voice | A3 |
As if the thought were but a moment old | L3 |
Claimed absolute dominion for the day | L3 |
We started and he led me toward the hills | O3 |
Up through an ample vale with higher hills | O3 |
Before us mountains stern and desolate | L3 |
But in the majesty of distance now | P3 |
Set off and to our ken appearing fair | L2 |
Of aspect with aerial softness clad | L3 |
And beautified with morning's purple beams | Q3 |
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The wealthy the luxurious by the stress | R3 |
Of business roused or pleasure ere their time | S3 |
May roll in chariots or provoke the hoofs | T3 |
Of the fleet coursers they bestride to raise | D |
From earth the dust of morning slow to rise | V |
And they if blest with health and hearts at ease | N3 |
Shall lack not their enjoyment but how faint | L3 |
Compared with ours who pacing side by side | L3 |
Could with an eye of leisure look on all | B |
That we beheld and lend the listening sense | U3 |
To every grateful sound of earth and air | L2 |
Pausing at will our spirits braced our thoughts | R |
Pleasant as roses in the thickets blown | V3 |
And pure as dew bathing their crimson leaves | W3 |
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Mount slowly sun that we may journey long | X3 |
By this dark hill protected from thy beams | Q3 |
Such is the summer pilgrim's frequent wish | Y3 |
But quickly from among our morning thoughts | R |
'Twas chased away for toward the western side | L3 |
Of the broad vale casting a casual glance | Z3 |
We saw a throng of people wherefore met | L3 |
Blithe notes of music suddenly let loose | A4 |
On the thrilled ear and flags uprising yield | L3 |
Prompt answer they proclaim the annual Wake | B4 |
Which the bright season favours Tabor and pipe | C4 |
In purpose join to hasten or reprove | K3 |
The laggard Rustic and repay with boons | D4 |
Of merriment a party coloured knot | L3 |
Already formed upon the village green | E4 |
Beyond the limits of the shadow cast | L3 |
By the broad hill glistened upon our sight | L3 |
That gay assemblage Round them and above | K3 |
Glitter with dark recesses interposed | L3 |
Casement and cottage roof and stems of trees | N3 |
Half veiled in vapoury cloud the silver steam | J2 |
Of dews fast melting on their leafy boughs | F4 |
By the strong sunbeams smitten Like a mast | L3 |
Of gold the Maypole shines as if the rays | D |
Of morning aided by exhaling dew | L3 |
With gladsome influence could re animate | L3 |
The faded garlands dangling from its sides | F3 |
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Said I The music and the sprightly scene | E4 |
Invite us shall we quit our road and join | G4 |
These festive matins He replied Not loth | H4 |
To linger I would here with you partake | B4 |
Not one hour merely but till evening's close | I4 |
The simple pastimes of the day and place | Q |
By the fleet Racers ere the sun be set | L3 |
The turf of yon large pasture will be skimmed | L3 |
There too the lusty Wrestlers shall contend | L3 |
But know we not that he who intermits | Q |
The appointed task and duties of the day | L3 |
Untunes full oft the pleasures of the day | L3 |
Checking the finer spirits that refuse | Q |
To flow when purposes are lightly changed | L3 |
A length of journey yet remains untraced | L3 |
Let us proceed Then pointing with his staff | K3 |
Raised toward those craggy summits his intent | L3 |
He thus imparted | L3 |
In a spot that lies | Q |
Among yon mountain fastnesses concealed | L3 |
You will receive before the hour of noon | J4 |
Good recompense I hope for this day's toil | K4 |
From sight of One who lives secluded there | L2 |
Lonesome and lost of whom and whose past life | K3 |
Not to forestall such knowledge as may be | J3 |
More faithfully collected from himself | K3 |
This brief communication shall suffice | Q |
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Though now sojourning there he like myself | K3 |
Sprang from a stock of lowly parentage | H3 |
Among the wilds of Scotland in a tract | L3 |
Where many a sheltered and well tended plant | L3 |
Bears on the humblest ground of social life | K3 |
Blossoms of piety and innocence | Q |
Such grateful promises his youth displayed | L3 |
And having shown in study forward zeal | L4 |
He to the Ministry was duly called | L3 |
And straight incited by a curious mind | L3 |
Filled with vague hopes he undertook the charge | M4 |
Of Chaplain to a military troop | N4 |
Cheered by the Highland bagpipe as they marched | L3 |
In plaided vest his fellow countrymen | O4 |
This office filling yet by native power | Y2 |
And force of native inclination made | L3 |
An intellectual ruler in the haunts | Q |
Of social vanity he walked the world | L3 |
Gay and affecting graceful gaiety | L3 |
Lax buoyant less a pastor with his flock | P4 |
Than a soldier among soldiers lived and roamed | L3 |
Where Fortune led and Fortune who oft proves | Q |
The careless wanderer's friend to him made known | V3 |
A blooming Lady a conspicuous flower | Y2 |
Admired for beauty for her sweetness praised | L3 |
Whom he had sensibility to love | K3 |
Ambition to attempt and skill to win | O4 |
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For this fair Bride most rich in gifts of mind | L3 |
Nor sparingly endowed with worldly wealth | Q4 |
His office he relinquished and retired | L3 |
From the world's notice to a rural home | R4 |
Youth's season yet with him was scarcely past | L3 |
And she was in youth's prime How free their love | K3 |
How full their joy 'Till pitiable doom | S4 |
In the short course of one undreaded year | T4 |
Death blasted all Death suddenly o'erthrew | T4 |
Two lovely Children all that they possessed | L3 |
The Mother followed miserably bare | T4 |
The one Survivor stood he wept he prayed | L3 |
For his dismissal day and night compelled | L3 |
To hold communion with the grave and face | Q |
With pain the regions of eternity | L3 |
An uncomplaining apathy displaced | L3 |
This anguish and indifferent to delight | L3 |
To aim and purpose he consumed his days | Q |
To private interest dead and public care | T4 |
So lived he so he might have died | L3 |
But now | P3 |
To the wide world's astonishment appeared | L3 |
A glorious opening the unlooked for dawn | U4 |
That promised everlasting joy to France | Q |
Her voice of social transport reached even him | C2 |
He broke from his contracted bounds repaired | L3 |
To the great City an emporium then | G3 |
Of golden expectations and receiving | V4 |
Freights every day from a new world of hope | W4 |
Thither his popular talents he transferred | L3 |
And from the pulpit zealously maintained | L3 |
The cause of Christ and civil liberty | L3 |
As one and moving to one glorious end | L3 |
Intoxicating service I might say | L3 |
A happy service for he was sincere | T4 |
As vanity and fondness for applause | Q |
And new and shapeless wishes would allow | P3 |
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That righteous cause such power hath freedom bound | L3 |
For one hostility in friendly league | X4 |
Ethereal natures and the worst of slaves | Q |
Was served by rival advocates that came | Y4 |
From regions opposite as heaven and hell | K |
One courage seemed to animate them all | B |
And from the dazzling conquests daily gained | L3 |
By their united efforts there arose | Q |
A proud and most presumptuous confidence | Q |
In the transcendent wisdom of the age | Z4 |
And her discernment not alone in rights | Q |
And in the origin and bounds of power | T4 |
Social and temporal but in laws divine | M3 |
Deduced by reason or to faith revealed | L3 |
An overweening trust was raised and fear | T4 |
Cast out alike of person and of thing | V4 |
Plague from this union spread whose subtle bane | E3 |
The strongest did not easily escape | |
And He what wonder took a mortal taint | L3 |
How shall I trace the change how bear to tell | K |
That he broke faith with them whom he had laid | L3 |
In earth's dark chambers with a Christian's hope | W4 |
An infidel contempt of holy writ | L3 |
Stole by degrees upon his mind and hence | Q |
Life like that Roman Janus double faced | L3 |
Vilest hypocrisy the laughing gay | L3 |
Hypocrisy not leagued with fear but pride | L3 |
Smooth words he had to wheedle simple souls | Q |
But for disciples of the inner school | X |
Old freedom was old servitude and they | L3 |
The wisest whose opinions stooped the least | L3 |
To known restraints and who most boldly drew | T4 |
Hopeful prognostications from a creed | L3 |
That in the light of false philosophy | L3 |
Spread like a halo round a misty moon | J4 |
Widening its circle as the storms advance | Q |
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His sacred function was at length renounced | L3 |
And every day and every place enjoyed | L3 |
The unshackled layman's natural liberty | L3 |
Speech manners morals all without disguise | Q |
I do not wish to wrong him though the course | Q |
Of private life licentiously displayed | L3 |
Unhallowed actions planted like a crown | |
Upon the insolent aspiring brow | P3 |
Of spurious notions worn as open signs | Q |
Of prejudice subdued still he retained | L3 |
'Mid much abasement what he had received | L3 |
From nature an intense and glowing mind | L3 |
Wherefore when humbled Liberty grew weak | |
And mortal sickness on her face appeared | L3 |
He coloured objects to his own desire | T4 |
As with a lover's passion Yet his moods | Q |
Of pain were keen as those of better men | G3 |
Nay keener as his fortitude was less | Q |
And he continued when worse days were come | |
To deal about his sparkling eloquence | Q |
Struggling against the strange reverse with zeal | L4 |
That showed like happiness But in despite | L3 |
Of all this outside bravery within | O4 |
He neither felt encouragement nor hope | W4 |
For moral dignity and strength of mind | L3 |
Were wanting and simplicity of life | K3 |
And reverence for himself and last and best | L3 |
Confiding thoughts through love and fear of Him | C2 |
Before whose sight the troubles of this world | L3 |
Are vain as billows in a tossing sea | L3 |
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The glory of the times fading away | L3 |
The splendour which had given a festal air | T4 |
To self importance hallowed it and veiled | L3 |
From his own sight this gone he forfeited | L3 |
All joy in human nature was consumed | L3 |
And vexed and chafed by levity and scorn | |
And fruitless indignation galled by pride | L3 |
Made desperate by contempt of men who throve | K3 |
Before his sight in power or fame and won | K2 |
Without desert what he desired weak men | G3 |
Too weak even for his envy or his hate | L3 |
Tormented thus after a wandering course | Q |
Of discontent and inwardly opprest | L3 |
With malady in part I fear provoked | L3 |
By weariness of life he fixed his home | R4 |
Or rather say sate down by very chance | Q |
Among these rugged hills where now he dwells | Q |
And wastes the sad remainder of his hours | Q |
Steeped in a self indulging spleen that wants not | L3 |
Its own voluptuousness on this resolved | L3 |
With this content that he will live and die | L3 |
Forgotten at safe distance from 'a world | L3 |
Not moving to his mind ' | - |
These serious words | Q |
Closed the preparatory notices | Q |
That served my Fellow traveller to beguile | |
The way while we advanced up that wide vale | |
Diverging now as if his quest had been | O4 |
Some secret of the mountains cavern fall | B |
Of water or some lofty eminence | Q |
Renowned for splendid prospect far and wide | L3 |
We scaled without a track to ease our steps | Q |
A steep ascent and reached a dreary plain | E3 |
With a tumultuous waste of huge hill tops | Q |
Before us savage region which I paced | L3 |
Dispirited when all at once behold | L3 |
Beneath our feet a little lowly vale | |
A lowly vale and yet uplifted high | L3 |
Among the mountains even as if the spot | L3 |
Had been from eldest time by wish of theirs | Q |
So placed to be shut out from all the world | L3 |
Urn like it was in shape deep as an urn | |
With rocks encompassed save that to the south | |
Was one small opening where a heath clad ridge | |
Supplied a boundary less abrupt and close | Q |
A quiet treeless nook with two green fields | Q |
A liquid pool that glittered in the sun | K2 |
And one bare dwelling one abode no more | T4 |
It seemed the home of poverty and toil | K4 |
Though not of want the little fields made green | E4 |
By husbandry of many thrifty years | Q |
Paid cheerful tribute to the moorland house | Q |
There crows the cock single in his domain | E3 |
The small birds find in spring no thicket there | T4 |
To shroud them only from the neighbouring vales | Q |
The cuckoo straggling up to the hill tops | Q |
Shouteth faint tidings of some gladder place | Q |
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Ah what a sweet Recess thought I is here | T4 |
Instantly throwing down my limbs at ease | Q |
Upon a bed of heath full many a spot | L3 |
Of hidden beauty have I chanced to espy | L3 |
Among the mountains never one like this | Q |
So lonesome and so perfectly secure | T4 |
Not melancholy no for it is green | E4 |
And bright and fertile furnished in itself | K3 |
With the few needful things that life requires | Q |
In rugged arms how softly does it lie | L3 |
How tenderly protected Far and near | T4 |
We have an image of the pristine earth | |
The planet in its nakedness were this | Q |
Man's only dwelling sole appointed seat | L3 |
First last and single in the breathing world | L3 |
It could not be more quiet peace is here | T4 |
Or nowhere days unruffled by the gale | |
Of public news or private years that pass | Q |
Forgetfully uncalled upon to pay | L3 |
The common penalties of mortal life | K3 |
Sickness or accident or grief or pain | E3 |
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On these and kindred thoughts intent I lay | L3 |
In silence musing by my Comrade's side | L3 |
He also silent when from out the heart | L3 |
Of that profound abyss a solemn voice | Q |
Or several voices in one solemn sound | L3 |
Was heard ascending mournful deep and slow | |
The cadence as of psalms a funeral dirge | |
We listened looking down upon the hut | L3 |
But seeing no one meanwhile from below | |
The strain continued spiritual as before | T4 |
And now distinctly could I recognise | Q |
These words Shall in the grave thy love be known | V3 |
In death thy faithfulness God rest his soul ' | - |
Said the old man abruptly breaking silence | Q |
He is departed and finds peace at last | L3 |
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This scarcely spoken and those holy strains | Q |
Not ceasing forth appeared in view a band | L3 |
Of rustic persons from behind the hut | L3 |
Bearing a coffin in the midst with which | |
They shaped their course along the sloping side | L3 |
Of that small valley singing as they moved | L3 |
A sober company and few the men | G3 |
Bare headed and all decently attired | L3 |
Some steps when they had thus advanced the dirge | |
Ended and from the stillness that ensued | L3 |
Recovering to my Friend I said You spake | B4 |
Methought with apprehension that these rites | Q |
Are paid to Him upon whose shy retreat | L3 |
This day we purposed to intrude ' I did so | Q |
But let us hence that we may learn the truth | |
Perhaps it is not he but some one else | Q |
For whom this pious service is performed | L3 |
Some other tenant of the solitude | L3 |
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So to a steep and difficult descent | L3 |
Trusting ourselves we wound from crag to crag | B4 |
Where passage could be won and as the last | L3 |
Of the mute train behind the heathy top | |
Of that off sloping outlet disappeared | L3 |
I more impatient in my downward course | Q |
Had landed upon easy ground and there | T4 |
Stood waiting for my Comrade When behold | L3 |
An object that enticed my steps aside | L3 |
A narrow winding entry opened out | L3 |
Into a platform that lay sheepfold wise | Q |
Enclosed between an upright mass of rock | B4 |
And one old moss grown wall a cool recess | Q |
And fanciful For where the rock and wall | B |
Met in an angle hung a penthouse framed | L3 |
By thrusting two rude staves into the wall | B |
And overlaying them with mountain sods | Q |
To weather fend a little turf built seat | L3 |
Whereon a full grown man might rest nor dread | L3 |
The burning sunshine or a transient shower | T4 |
But the whole plainly wrought by children's hands | Q |
Whose skill had thronged the floor with a proud show | Q |
Of baby houses curiously arranged | L3 |
Nor wanting ornament of walks between | E4 |
With mimic trees inserted in the turf | K3 |
And gardens interposed Pleased with the sight | L3 |
I could not choose but beckon to my Guide | L3 |
Who entering round him threw a careless glance | Q |
Impatient to pass on when I exclaimed | L3 |
Lo what is here and stooping down drew forth | D2 |
A book that in the midst of stones and moss | Q |
And wreck of party coloured earthen ware | T4 |
Aptly disposed had lent its help to raise | Q |
One of those petty structures His it must be | L3 |
Exclaimed the Wanderer cannot but be his | Q |
And he is gone The book which in my hand | L3 |
Had opened of itself for it was swoln | E4 |
With searching damp and seemingly had lain | E4 |
To the injurious elements exposed | L3 |
From week to week I found to be a work | B4 |
In the French tongue a Novel of Voltaire | T4 |
His famous Optimist Unhappy Man | E4 |
Exclaimed my Friend here then has been to him | C2 |
Retreat within retreat a sheltering place | Q |
Within how deep a shelter He had fits | Q |
Even to the last of genuine tenderness | Q |
And loved the haunts of children here no doubt | L3 |
Pleasing and pleased he shared their simple sports | Q |
Or sate companionless and here the book | B4 |
Left and forgotten in his careless way | L3 |
Must by the cottage children have been found | L3 |
Heaven bless them and their inconsiderate work | B4 |
To what odd purpose have the darlings turned | L3 |
This sad memorial of their hapless friend | L3 |
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Me said I most doth it surprise to find | L3 |
Such book in such a place A book it is | Q |
He answered to the Person suited well | K |
Though little suited to surrounding things | Q |
'Tis strange I grant and stranger still had been | E4 |
To see the Man who owned it dwelling here | T4 |
With one poor shepherd far from all the world | L3 |
Now if our errand hath been thrown away | L3 |
As from these intimations I forebode | L3 |
Grieved shall I be less for my sake than yours | Q |
And least of all for him who is no more | T4 |
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By this the book was in the old Man's hand | L3 |
And he continued glancing on the leaves | Q |
An eye of scorn The lover said he doomed | L3 |
To love when hope hath failed him whom no depth | |
Of privacy is deep enough to hide | L3 |
Hath yet his bracelet or his lock of hair | T4 |
And that is joy to him When change of times | Q |
Hath summoned kings to scaffolds do but give | K3 |
The faithful servant who must hide his head | L3 |
Henceforth in whatsoever nook he may | L3 |
A kerchief sprinkled with his master's blood | L3 |
And he too hath his comforter How poor | T4 |
Beyond all poverty how destitute | L3 |
Must that Man have been left who hither driven | E4 |
Flying or seeking could yet bring with him | C2 |
No dearer relique and no better stay | L3 |
Than this dull product of a scoffer's pen | E4 |
Impure conceits discharging from a heart | L3 |
Hardened by impious pride I did not fear | T4 |
To tax you with this journey mildly said | L3 |
My venerable Friend as forth we stepped | L3 |
Into the presence of the cheerful light | L3 |
For I have knowledge that you do not shrink | B4 |
From moving spectacles but let us on | E4 |
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So speaking on he went and at the word | L3 |
I followed till he made a sudden stand | L3 |
For full in view approaching through a gate | L3 |
That opened from the enclosure of green fields | Q |
Into the rough uncultivated ground | L3 |
Behold the Man whom he had fancied dead | L3 |
I knew from his deportment mien and dress | Q |
That it could be no other a pale face | Q |
A meagre person tall and in a garb | |
Not rustic dull and faded like himself | K3 |
He saw us not though distant but few steps | Q |
For he was busy dealing from a store | T4 |
Upon a broad leaf carried choicest strings | Q |
Of red ripe currants gift by which he strove | K3 |
With intermixture of endearing words | Q |
To soothe a Child who walked beside him weeping | B4 |
As if disconsolate They to the grave | K3 |
Are bearing him my Little one he said | L3 |
To the dark pit but he will feel no pain | E4 |
His body is at rest his soul in heaven | E4 |
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More might have followed but my honoured Friend | L3 |
Broke in upon the Speaker with a frank | B4 |
And cordial greeting Vivid was the light | L3 |
That flashed and sparkled from the other's eyes | Q |
He was all fire no shadow on his brow | P3 |
Remained nor sign of sickness on his face | Q |
Hands joined he with his Visitant a grasp | |
An eager grasp and many moments' space | Q |
When the first glow of pleasure was no more | T4 |
And of the sad appearance which at once | Q |
Had vanished much was come and coming back | B4 |
An amicable smile retained the life | K3 |
Which it had unexpectedly received | L3 |
Upon his hollow cheek How kind he said | L3 |
Nor could your coming have been better timed | L3 |
For this you see is in our narrow world | L3 |
A day of sorrow I have here a charge | M4 |
And speaking thus he patted tenderly | L3 |
The sun burnt forehead of the weeping child | L3 |
A little mourner whom it is my task | B4 |
To comfort but how came ye if yon track | B4 |
Which doth at once befriend us and betray | L3 |
Conducted hither your most welcome feet | L3 |
Ye could not miss the funeral train they yet | L3 |
Have scarcely disappeared This blooming Child | L3 |
Said the old Man is of an age to weep | |
At any grave or solemn spectacle | I |
Inly distressed or overpowered with awe | |
He knows not wherefore but the boy today | L3 |
Perhaps is shedding orphan's tears you also | Q |
Must have sustained a loss The hand of Death | |
He answered has been here but could not well | K |
Have fallen more lightly if it had not fallen | E4 |
Upon myself The other left these words | Q |
Unnoticed thus continuing | B4 |
From yon crag | B4 |
Down whose steep sides we dropped into the vale | |
We heard the hymn they sang a solemn sound | L3 |
Heard anywhere but in a place like this | Q |
'Tis more than human Many precious rites | Q |
And customs of our rural ancestry | L3 |
Are gone or stealing from us this I hope | W4 |
Will last for ever Oft on my way have I | L3 |
Stood still though but a casual passenger | T4 |
So much I felt the awfulness of life | K3 |
In that one moment when the corse is lifted | L3 |
In silence with a hush of decency | L3 |
Then from the threshold moves with song of peace | Q |
And confidential yearnings towards its home | R4 |
Its final home on earth What traveller who | T4 |
How far soe'er a stranger does not own | E4 |
The bond of brotherhood when he sees them go | B4 |
A mute procession on the houseless road | L3 |
Or passing by some single tenement | L3 |
Or clustered dwellings where again they raise | Q |
The monitory voice But most of all | B |
It touches it confirms and elevates | Q |
Then when the body soon to be consigned | L3 |
Ashes to ashes dust bequeathed to dust | L3 |
Is raised from the church aisle and forward borne | E4 |
Upon the shoulders of the next in love | K3 |
The nearest in affection or in blood | L3 |
Yea by the very mourners who had knelt | L3 |
Beside the coffin resting on its lid | L3 |
In silent grief their unuplifted heads | Q |
And heard meanwhile the Psalmist's mournful plaint | L3 |
And that most awful scripture which declares | Q |
We shall not sleep but we shall all be changed | L3 |
Have I not seen ye likewise may have seen | E4 |
Son husband brothers brothers side by side | L3 |
And son and father also side by side | L3 |
Rise from that posture and in concert move | K3 |
On the green turf following the vested Priest | L3 |
Four dear supporters of one senseless weight | L3 |
From which they do not shrink and under which | |
They faint not but advance towards the open grave | K3 |
Step after step together with their firm | |
Unhidden faces he that suffers most | L3 |
He outwardly and inwardly perhaps | Q |
The most serene with most undaunted eye | L3 |
Oh blest are they who live and die like these | Q |
Loved with such love and with such sorrow mourned | L3 |
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That poor Man taken hence to day replied | L3 |
The Solitary with a faint sarcastic smile | |
Which did not please me must be deemed I fear | T4 |
Of the unblest for he will surely sink | B4 |
Into his mother earth without such pomp | |
Of grief depart without occasion given | E4 |
By him for such array of fortitude | L3 |
Full seventy winters hath he lived and mark | B4 |
This simple Child will mourn his one short hour | T4 |
And I shall miss him scanty tribute yet | L3 |
This wanting he would leave the sight of men | E4 |
If love were his sole claim upon their care | T4 |
Like a ripe date which in the desert falls | Q |
Without a hand to gather it | L3 |
At this | Q |
I interposed though loth to speak and said | L3 |
Can it be thus among so small a band | L3 |
As ye must needs be here in such a place | Q |
I would not willingly methinks lose sight | L3 |
Of a departing cloud 'Twas not for love | K3 |
Answered the sick Man with a careless voice | Q |
That I came hither neither have I found | L3 |
Among associates who have power of speech | |
Nor in such other converse as is here | T4 |
Temptation so prevailing as to change | |
That mood or undermine my first resolve | K3 |
Then speaking in like careless sort he said | L3 |
To my benign Companion Pity 'tis | Q |
That fortune did not guide you to this house | Q |
A few days earlier then would you have seen | E4 |
What stuff the Dwellers in a solitude | L3 |
That seems by Nature hollowed out to be | L3 |
The seat and bosom of pure innocence | Q |
Are made of an ungracious matter this | Q |
Which for truth's sake yet in remembrance too | L3 |
Of past discussions with this zealous friend | L3 |
And advocate of humble life I now | P3 |
Will force upon his notice undeterred | L3 |
By the example of his own pure course | Q |
And that respect and deference which a soul | |
May fairly claim by niggard age enriched | L3 |
In what she most doth value love of God | L3 |
And his frail creature Man but ye shall hear | T4 |
I talk and ye are standing in the sun | E4 |
Without refreshment | L3 |
Quickly had he spoken | E4 |
And with light steps still quicker than his words | Q |
Led toward the Cottage Homely was the spot | L3 |
And to my feeling ere we reached the door | T4 |
Had almost a forbidding nakedness | Q |
Less fair I grant even painfully less fair | T4 |
Than it appeared when from the beetling rock | B4 |
We had looked down upon it All within | E4 |
As left by the departed company | L3 |
Was silent save the solitary clock | B4 |
That on mine ear ticked with a mournful sound | L3 |
Following our Guide we clomb the cottage stairs | Q |
And reached a small apartment dark and low | B4 |
Which was no sooner entered than our Host | L3 |
Said gaily This is my domain my cell | K |
My hermitage my cabin what you will | T |
I love it better than a snail his house | Q |
But now ye shall be feasted with our best | L3 |
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So with more ardour than an unripe girl | |
Left one day mistress of her mother's stores | Q |
He went about his hospitable task | B4 |
My eyes were busy and my thoughts no less | Q |
And pleased I looked upon my grey haired Friend | L3 |
As if to thank him he returned that look | B4 |
Cheered plainly and yet serious What a wreck | B4 |
Had we about us scattered was the floor | T4 |
And in like sort chair window seat and shelf | K3 |
With books maps fossils withered plants and flowers | Q |
And tufts of mountain moss Mechanic tools | Q |
Lay intermixed with scraps of paper some | |
Scribbled with verse a broken angling rod | L3 |
And shattered telescope together linked | L3 |
By cobwebs stood within a dusty nook | B4 |
And instruments of music some half made | L3 |
Some in disgrace hung dangling from the walls | Q |
But speedily the promise was fulfilled | L3 |
A feast before us and a courteous Host | L3 |
Inviting us in glee to sit and eat | L3 |
A napkin white as foam of that rough brook | B4 |
By which it had been bleached o'erspread the board | L3 |
And was itself half covered with a store | T4 |
Of dainties oaten bread curd cheese and cream | J2 |
And cakes of butter curiously embossed | L3 |
Butter that had imbibed from meadow flowers | Q |
A golden hue delicate as their own | E4 |
Faintly reflected in a lingering stream | J2 |
Nor lacked for more delight on that warm day | L3 |
Our table small parade of garden fruits | Q |
And whortle berries from the mountain side | L3 |
The Child who long ere this had stilled his sobs | Q |
Was now a help to his late comforter | T4 |
And moved a willing Page as he was bid | L3 |
Ministering to our need | L3 |
In genial mood | L3 |
While at our pastoral banquet thus we sate | L3 |
Fronting the window of that little cell | K |
I could not ever and anon forbear | T4 |
To glance an upward look on two huge Peaks | Q |
That from some other vale peered into this | Q |
Those lusty twins exclaimed our host if here | T4 |
It were your lot to dwell would soon become | |
Your prized companions Many are the notes | Q |
Which in his tuneful course the wind draws forth | D2 |
From rocks woods caverns heaths and dashing shores | Q |
And well those lofty brethren bear their part | L3 |
In the wild concert chiefly when the storm | |
Rides high then all the upper air they fill | T |
With roaring sound that ceases not to flow | B4 |
Like smoke along the level of the blast | L3 |
In mighty current theirs too is the song | B4 |
Of stream and headlong flood that seldom fails | Q |
And in the grim and breathless hour of noon | E4 |
Methinks that I have heard them echo back | B4 |
The thunder's greeting Nor have nature's laws | Q |
Left them ungifted with a power to yield | L3 |
Music of finer tone a harmony | L3 |
So do I call it though it be the hand | L3 |
Of silence though there be no voice the clouds | Q |
The mist the shadows light of golden suns | Q |
Motions of moonlight all come thither touch | |
And have an answer thither come and shape | |
A language not unwelcome to sick hearts | Q |
And idle spirits there the sun himself | K3 |
At the calm close of summer's longest day | L3 |
Rests his substantial orb between those heights | Q |
And on the top of either pinnacle | I |
More keenly than elsewhere in night's blue vault | L3 |
Sparkle the stars as of their station proud | L3 |
Thoughts are not busier in the mind of man | E4 |
Than the mute agents stirring there alone | E4 |
Here do I sit and watch | |
A fall of voice | Q |
Regretted like the nightingale's last note | L3 |
Had scarcely closed this high wrought strain of rapture | T4 |
Ere with inviting smile the Wanderer said | L3 |
Now for the tale with which you threatened us | Q |
In truth the threat escaped me unawares | Q |
Should the tale tire you let this challenge stand | L3 |
For my excuse Dissevered from mankind | L3 |
As to your eyes and thoughts we must have seemed | L3 |
When ye looked down upon us from the crag | B4 |
Islanders 'mid a stormy mountain sea | L3 |
We are not so perpetually we touch | |
Upon the vulgar ordinances of the world | L3 |
And he whom this our cottage hath to day | L3 |
Relinquished lived dependent for his bread | L3 |
Upon the laws of public charity | L3 |
The Housewife tempted by such slender gains | Q |
As might from that occasion be distilled | L3 |
Opened as she before had done for me | L3 |
Her doors to admit this homeless Pensioner | T4 |
The portion gave of coarse but wholesome fare | T4 |
Which appetite required a blind dull nook | B4 |
Such as she had the 'kennel' of his rest | L3 |
This in itself not ill would yet have been | E4 |
Ill borne in earlier life but his was now | P3 |
The still contentedness of seventy years | Q |
Calm did he sit under the wide spread tree | L3 |
Of his old age and yet less calm and meek | B4 |
Winningly meek or venerably calm | |
Than slow and torpid paying in this wise | Q |
A penalty if penalty it were | T4 |
For spendthrift feats excesses of his prime | S3 |
I loved the old Man for I pitied him | C2 |
A task it was I own to hold discourse | Q |
With one so slow in gathering up his thoughts | Q |
But he was a cheap pleasure to my eyes | Q |
Mild inoffensive ready in 'his' way | L3 |
And helpful to his utmost power and there | T4 |
Our housewife knew full well what she possessed | L3 |
He was her vassal of all labour tilled | L3 |
Her garden from the pasture fetched her kine | P3 |
And one among the orderly array | L3 |
Of hay makers beneath the burning sun | P3 |
Maintained his place or heedfully pursued | L3 |
His course on errands bound to other vales | Q |
Leading sometimes an inexperienced child | L3 |
Too young for any profitable task | B4 |
So moved he like a shadow that performed | L3 |
Substantial service Mark me now and learn | P3 |
For what reward The moon her monthly round | L3 |
Hath not completed since our dame the queen | P3 |
Of this one cottage and this lonely dale | |
Into my little sanctuary rushed | L3 |
Voice to a rueful treble humanized | L3 |
And features in deplorable dismay | L3 |
I treat the matter lightly but alas | Q |
It is most serious persevering rain | P3 |
Had fallen in torrents all the mountain tops | Q |
Were hidden and black vapours coursed their sides | Q |
This had I seen and saw but till she spake | B4 |
Was wholly ignorant that my ancient Friend | L3 |
Who at her bidding early and alone | P3 |
Had clomb aloft to delve the moorland turf | K3 |
For winter fuel to his noontide meal | L4 |
Returned not and now haply on the heights | Q |
Lay at the mercy of this raging storm | |
'Inhuman ' said I 'was an old Man's life | K3 |
Not worth the trouble of a thought alas | Q |
This notice comes too late ' With joy I saw | Q |
Her husband enter from a distant vale | |
We sallied forth together found the tools | Q |
Which the neglected veteran had dropped | L3 |
But through all quarters looked for him in vain | P3 |
We shouted but no answer Darkness fell | K |
Without remission of the blast or shower | T4 |
And fears for our own safety drove us home | R4 |
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I who weep little did I will confess | Q |
The moment I was seated here alone | P3 |
Honour my little cell with some few tears | Q |
Which anger and resentment could not dry | T4 |
All night the storm endured and soon as help | |
Had been collected from the neighbouring vale | |
With morning we renewed our quest the wind | L3 |
Was fallen the rain abated but the hills | Q |
Lay shrouded in impenetrable mist | L3 |
And long and hopelessly we sought in vain | P3 |
Till chancing on that lofty ridge to pass | Q |
A heap of ruin almost without walls | Q |
And wholly without roof the bleached remains | Q |
Of a small chapel where in ancient time | S3 |
The peasants of these lonely valleys used | L3 |
To meet for worship on that central height | L3 |
We there espied the object of our search | |
Lying full three parts buried among tufts | Q |
Of heath plant under and above him strewn | P3 |
To baffle as he might the watery storm | |
And there we found him breathing peaceably | L3 |
Snug as a child that hides itself in sport | L3 |
'Mid a green hay cock in a sunny field | L3 |
We spake he made reply but would not stir | T4 |
At our entreaty less from want of power | T4 |
Than apprehension and bewildering thoughts | Q |
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So was he lifted gently from the ground | L3 |
And with their freight homeward the shepherds moved | L3 |
Through the dull mist I following when a step | |
A single step that freed me from the skirts | Q |
Of the blind vapour opened to my view | L3 |
Glory beyond all glory ever seen | P3 |
By waking sense or by the dreaming soul | |
The appearance instantaneously disclosed | L3 |
Was of a mighty city boldly say | L3 |
A wilderness of building sinking far | T4 |
And self withdrawn into a boundless depth | |
Far sinking into splendour without end | L3 |
Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold | L3 |
With alabaster domes and silver spires | Q |
And blazing terrace upon terrace high | T4 |
Uplifted here serene pavilions bright | L3 |
In avenues disposed there towers begirt | L3 |
With battlements that on their restless fronts | Q |
Bore stars illumination of all gems | Q |
By earthly nature had the effect been wrought | L3 |
Upon the dark materials of the storm | |
Now pacified on them and on the coves | Q |
And mountain steeps and summits whereunto | L3 |
The vapours had receded taking there | T4 |
Their station under a cerulean sky | T4 |
Oh 'twas an unimaginable sight | L3 |
Clouds mists streams watery rocks and emerald turf | K3 |
Clouds of all tincture rocks and sapphire sky | T4 |
Confused commingled mutually inflamed | L3 |
Molten together and composing thus | Q |
Each lost in each that marvellous array | L3 |
Of temple palace citadel and huge | |
Fantastic pomp of structure without name | Y4 |
In fleecy folds voluminous enwrapped | L3 |
Right in the midst where interspace appeared | L3 |
Of open court an object like a throne | P3 |
Under a shining canopy of state | L3 |
Stood fixed and fixed resemblances were seen | P3 |
To implements of ordinary use | Q |
But vast in size in substance glorified | L3 |
Such as by Hebrew Prophets were beheld | L3 |
In vision forms uncouth of mightiest power | T4 |
For admiration and mysterious awe | |
This little Vale a dwelling place of Man | P3 |
Lay low beneath my feet 'twas visible | I |
I saw not but I felt that it was there | T4 |
That which I 'saw' was the revealed abode | L3 |
Of Spirits in beatitude my heart | L3 |
Swelled in my breast 'I have been dead ' I cried | L3 |
'And now I live Oh wherefore 'do' I live ' | - |
And with that pang I prayed to be no more | T4 |
But I forget our Charge as utterly | L3 |
I then forgot him there I stood and gazed | L3 |
The apparition faded not away | L3 |
And I descended | L3 |
Having reached the house | Q |
I found its rescued inmate safely lodged | L3 |
And in serene possession of himself | K3 |
Beside a fire whose genial warmth seemed met | L3 |
By a faint shining from the heart a gleam | J2 |
Of comfort spread over his pallid face | Q |
Great show of joy the housewife made and truly | L3 |
Was glad to find her conscience set at ease | Q |
And not less glad for sake of her good name | Y4 |
That the poor Sufferer had escaped with life | K3 |
But though he seemed at first to have received | L3 |
No harm and uncomplaining as before | T4 |
Went through his usual tasks a silent change | |
Soon showed itself he lingered three short weeks | Q |
And from the cottage hath been borne to day | L3 |
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So ends my dolorous tale and glad I am | |
That it is ended At these words he turned | L3 |
And with blithe air of open fellowship | |
Brought from the cupboard wine and stouter cheer | T4 |
Like one who would be merry Seeing this | Q |
My grey haired Friend said courteously Nay nay | L3 |
You have regaled us as a hermit ought | L3 |
Now let us forth into the sun Our Host | L3 |
Rose though reluctantly and forth we went | L3 |
William Wordsworth
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