The Oak And The Broom Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCCCEFGE HIHIJJKLLK MNMNOOPQQP RSRSTTMUUM U VWVWXXGJJG XCXCPPXEEX YZYZA2A2B2C2D2L E2F2E2G2CCXXXX X EHEHPPXXX X H2I2H2I2XXWXXW X J2K2J2K2XXXL2L2A Pastoral | A |
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I | - |
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HIS simple truths did Andrew glean | B |
Beside the babbling rills | C |
A careful student he had been | D |
Among the woods and hills | C |
One winter's night when through the trees | C |
The wind was roaring on his knees | C |
His youngest born did Andrew hold | E |
And while the rest a ruddy quire | F |
Were seated round their blazing fire | G |
This Tale the Shepherd told | E |
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II | - |
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'I saw a crag a lofty stone | H |
As ever tempest beat | I |
Out of its head an Oak had grown | H |
A Broom out of its feet | I |
The time was March a cheerful noon | J |
The thaw wind with the breath of June | J |
Breathed gently from the warm south west | K |
When in a voice sedate with age | L |
This Oak a giant and a sage | L |
His neighbour thus addressed | K |
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III | - |
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''Eight weary weeks through rock and clay | M |
Along this mountain's edge | N |
The Frost hath wrought both night and day | M |
Wedge driving after wedge | N |
Look up and think above your head | O |
What trouble surely will be bred | O |
Last night I heard a crash 'tis true | P |
The splinters took another road | Q |
I see them yonder what a load | Q |
For such a Thing as you | P |
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IV | - |
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''You are preparing as before | R |
To deck your slender shape | S |
And yet just three years back no more | R |
You had a strange escape | S |
Down from yon cliff a fragment broke | T |
It thundered down with fire and smoke | T |
And hitherward pursued its way | M |
This ponderous block was caught by me | U |
And o'er your head as you may see | U |
'Tis hanging to this day | M |
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V | U |
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''If breeze or bird to this rough steep | V |
Your kind's first seed did bear | W |
The breeze had better been asleep | V |
The bird caught in a snare | W |
For you and your green twigs decoy | X |
The little witless shepherd boy | X |
To come and slumber in your bower | G |
And trust me on some sultry noon | J |
Both you and he Heaven knows how soon | J |
Will perish in one hour | G |
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VI | - |
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''From me this friendly warning take' | X |
The Broom began to doze | C |
And thus to keep herself awake | X |
Did gently interpose | C |
'My thanks for your discourse are due | P |
That more than what you say is true | P |
I know and I have known it long | X |
Frail is the bond by which we hold | E |
Our being whether young or old | E |
Wise foolish weak or strong | X |
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VII | - |
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''Disasters do the best we can | Y |
Will reach both great and small | Z |
And he is oft the wisest man | Y |
Who is not wise at all | Z |
For me why should I wish to roam | A2 |
This spot is my paternal home | A2 |
It is my pleasant heritage | B2 |
My father many a happy year | C2 |
Spread here his careless blossoms here | D2 |
Attained a good old age | L |
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VIII | - |
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''Even such as his may be my lot | E2 |
What cause have I to haunt | F2 |
My heart with terrors Am I not | E2 |
In truth a favoured plant | G2 |
On me such bounty Summer pours | C |
That I am covered o'er with flowers | C |
And when the Frost is in the sky | X |
My branches are so fresh and gay | X |
That you might look at me and say | X |
This Plant can never die | X |
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IX | X |
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''The butterfly all green and gold | E |
To me hath often flown | H |
Here in my blossoms to behold | E |
Wings lovely as his own | H |
When grass is chill with rain or dew | P |
Beneath my shade the mother ewe | P |
Lies with her infant lamb I see | X |
The love they to each other make | X |
And the sweet joy which they partake | X |
It is a joy to me ' | - |
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X | X |
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'Her voice was blithe her heart was light | H2 |
The Broom might have pursued | I2 |
Her speech until the stars of night | H2 |
Their journey had renewed | I2 |
But in the branches of the oak | X |
Two ravens now began to croak | X |
Their nuptial song a gladsome air | W |
And to her own green bower the breeze | X |
That instant brought two stripling bees | X |
To rest or murmur there | W |
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XI | X |
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'One night my Children from the north | J2 |
There came a furious blast | K2 |
At break of day I ventured forth | J2 |
And near the cliff I passed | K2 |
The storm had fallen upon the Oak | X |
And struck him with a mighty stroke | X |
And whirled and whirled him far away | X |
And in one hospitable cleft | L2 |
The little careless Broom was left | L2 |
To live for many a day ' | - |
William Wordsworth
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