The Old Cumberland Beggar Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKJLMNOPQRS T UVFWXYZA2B2KC2D2E2F2 G2F2B2H2I2BJ2K2 FYF2D2L2M2N2DYO2P2F2 Q2R2S2T2O2J2DJ2J2U2V 2 CCJ2W2X2Y2P2J2Z2A3B3 F2C3D3E3F3G3H3S2I3D2 WJ2CJ3J2J2R2J2J2J2J2 J2F2I2K3CCJ2 L3J2CE3J2F2CJ2CCCFM3 N3F2J3O3WJ2CCJ2J2CP3 Q3CC L3CSP2CCR3C J2S3T3J2J2K3S3U3G3CV 3J2CGF2W3SX3D2CJ CY3J2GCJJ2J2J2CZ3CJ2 A4J2J2CCG3M3B4J2CJ2V N2CJCJ2C4F2J2CCC| I saw an aged Beggar in my walk | A |
| And he was seated by the highway side | B |
| On a low structure of rude masonry | C |
| Built at the foot of a huge hill that they | D |
| Who lead their horses down the steep rough road | E |
| May thence remount at ease The aged Man | F |
| Had placed his staff across the broad smooth stone | G |
| That overlays the pile and from a bag | H |
| All white with flour the dole of village dames | I |
| He drew his scraps and fragments one by one | J |
| And scanned them with a fixed and serious look | K |
| Of idle computation In the sun | J |
| Upon the second step of that small pile | L |
| Surrounded by those wild unpeopled hills | M |
| He sat and ate his food in solitude | N |
| And ever scattered from his palsied hand | O |
| That still attempting to prevent the waste | P |
| Was baffled still the crumbs in little showers | Q |
| Fell on the ground and the small mountain birds | R |
| Not venturing yet to peck their destined meal | S |
| Approached within the length of half his staff | T |
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| Him from my childhood have I known and then | U |
| He was so old he seems not older now | V |
| He travels on a solitary Man | F |
| So helpless in appearance that from him | W |
| The sauntering Horseman throws not with a slack | X |
| And careless hand his alms upon the ground | Y |
| But stops that he may safely lodge the coin | Z |
| Within the old Man's hat nor quits him so | A2 |
| But still when he has given his horse the rein | B2 |
| Watches the aged Beggar with a look | K |
| Sidelong and half reverted She who tends | C2 |
| The toll gate when in summer at her door | D2 |
| She turns her wheel if on the road she sees | E2 |
| The aged Beggar coming quits her work | F2 |
| And lifts the latch for him that he may pass | G2 |
| The post boy when his rattling wheels o'ertake | F2 |
| The aged Beggar in the woody lane | B2 |
| Shouts to him from behind and if thus warned | H2 |
| The old Man does not change his course the boy | I2 |
| Turns with less noisy wheels to the roadside | B |
| And passes gently by without a curse | J2 |
| Upon his lips or anger at his heart | K2 |
| - | |
| He travels on a solitary Man | F |
| His age has no companion On the ground | Y |
| His eyes are turned and as he moves along | F2 |
| They move along the ground and evermore | D2 |
| Instead of common and habitual sight | L2 |
| Of fields with rural works of hill and dale | M2 |
| And the blue sky one little span of earth | N2 |
| Is all his prospect Thus from day to day | D |
| Bow bent his eyes forever on the ground | Y |
| He plies his weary journey seeing still | O2 |
| And seldom knowing that he sees some straw | P2 |
| Some scattered leaf or marks which in one track | F2 |
| The nails of cart or chariot wheel have left | Q2 |
| Impressed on the white road in the same line | R2 |
| At distance still the same Poor Traveller | S2 |
| His staff trails with him scarcely do his feet | T2 |
| Disturb the summer dust he is so still | O2 |
| In look and motion that the cottage curs | J2 |
| Ere he has passed the door will turn away | D |
| Weary of barking at him Boys and girls | J2 |
| The vacant and the busy maids and youths | J2 |
| And urchins newly breeched all pass him by | U2 |
| Him even the slow paced waggon leaves behind | V2 |
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| But deem not this Man useless Statesmen ye | C |
| Who are so restless in your wisdom ye | C |
| Who have a broom still ready in your hands | J2 |
| To rid the world of nuisances ye proud | W2 |
| Heart swoln while in your pride ye contemplate | X2 |
| Your talents power or wisdom deem him not | Y2 |
| A burden of the earth 'Tis Nature's law | P2 |
| That none the meanest of created things | J2 |
| Of forms created the most vile and brute | Z2 |
| The dullest or most noxious should exist | A3 |
| Divorced from good a spirit and pulse of good | B3 |
| A life and soul to every mode of being | F2 |
| Inseparably linked Then be assured | C3 |
| That least of all can aught that ever owned | D3 |
| The heaven regarding eye and front sublime | E3 |
| Which man is born to sink howe'er depressed | F3 |
| So low as to be scorned without a sin | G3 |
| Without offence to God cast out of view | H3 |
| Like the dry remnant of a garden flower | S2 |
| Whose seeds are shed or as an implement | I3 |
| Worn out and worthless While from door to door | D2 |
| This old Man creeps the villagers in him | W |
| Behold a record which together binds | J2 |
| Past deeds and offices of charity | C |
| Else unremembered and so keeps alive | J3 |
| The kindly mood in hearts which lapse of years | J2 |
| And that half wisdom half experience gives | J2 |
| Make slow to feel and by sure steps resign | R2 |
| To selfishness and cold oblivious cares | J2 |
| Among the farms and solitary huts | J2 |
| Hamlets and thinly scattered villages | J2 |
| Where'er the aged Beggar takes his rounds | J2 |
| The mild necessity of use compels | J2 |
| The acts of love and habit does the work | F2 |
| Of reason yet prepares that after joy | I2 |
| Which reason cherishes And thus the soul | K3 |
| By that sweet taste of pleasure unpursued | C |
| Doth find herself insensibly disposed | C |
| To virtue and true goodness | J2 |
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| Some there are | L3 |
| By their good works exalted lofty minds | J2 |
| And meditative authors of delight | C |
| And happiness which to the end of time | E3 |
| Will live and spread and kindle even such minds | J2 |
| In childhood from this solitary Being | F2 |
| Or from like wanderer haply have received | C |
| A thing more precious far than all that books | J2 |
| Or the solicitudes of love can do | C |
| That first mild touch of sympathy and thought | C |
| In which they found their kindred with a world | C |
| Where want and sorrow were The easy man | F |
| Who sits at his own door and like the pear | M3 |
| That overhangs his head from the green wall | N3 |
| Feeds in the sunshine the robust and young | F2 |
| The prosperous and unthinking they who live | J3 |
| Sheltered and flourish in a little grove | O3 |
| Of their own kindred all behold in him | W |
| A silent monitor which on their minds | J2 |
| Must needs impress a transitory thought | C |
| Of self congratulation to the heart | C |
| Of each recalling his peculiar boons | J2 |
| His charters and exemptions and perchance | J2 |
| Though he to no one give the fortitude | C |
| And circumspection needful to preserve | P3 |
| His present blessings and to husband up | Q3 |
| The respite of the season he at least | C |
| And 't is no vulgar service makes them felt | C |
| - | |
| Yet further Many I believe there are | L3 |
| Who live a life of virtuous decency | C |
| Men who can hear the Decalogue and feel | S |
| No self reproach who of the moral law | P2 |
| Established in the land where they abide | C |
| Are strict observers and not negligent | C |
| In acts of love to those with whom they dwell | R3 |
| Their kindred and the children of their blood | C |
| - | |
| Praise be to such and to their slumbers peace | J2 |
| But of the poor man ask the abject poor | S3 |
| Go and demand of him if there be here | T3 |
| In this cold abstinence from evil deeds | J2 |
| And these inevitable charities | J2 |
| Wherewith to satisfy the human soul | K3 |
| No man is dear to man the poorest poor | S3 |
| Long for some moments in a weary life | U3 |
| When they can know and feel that they have been | G3 |
| Themselves the fathers and the dealers out | C |
| Of some small blessings have been kind to such | V3 |
| As needed kindness for this single cause | J2 |
| That we have all of us one human heart | C |
| Such pleasure is to one kind Being known | G |
| My neighbour when with punctual care each week | F2 |
| Duly as Friday comes though pressed herself | W3 |
| By her own wants she from her store of meal | S |
| Takes one unsparing handful for the scrip | X3 |
| Of this old Mendicant and from her door | D2 |
| Returning with exhilarated heart | C |
| Sits by her fire and builds her hope in heaven | J |
| - | |
| Then let him pass a blessing on his head | C |
| And while in that vast solitude to which | Y3 |
| The tide of things has borne him he appears | J2 |
| To breathe and live but for himself alone | G |
| Unblamed uninjured let him bear about | C |
| The good which the benignant law of Heaven | J |
| Has hung around him and while life is his | J2 |
| Still let him prompt the unlettered villagers | J2 |
| To tender offices and pensive thoughts | J2 |
| Then let him pass a blessing on his head | C |
| And long as he can wander let him breathe | Z3 |
| The freshness of the valleys let his blood | C |
| Struggle with frosty air and winter snows | J2 |
| And let the chartered wind that sweeps the heath | A4 |
| Beat his grey locks against his withered face | J2 |
| Reverence the hope whose vital anxiousness | J2 |
| Gives the last human interest to his heart | C |
| May never HOUSE misnamed of INDUSTRY | C |
| Make him a captive for that pent up din | G3 |
| Those life consuming sounds that clog the air | M3 |
| Be his the natural silence of old age | B4 |
| Let him be free of mountain solitudes | J2 |
| And have around him whether heard or not | C |
| The pleasant melody of woodland birds | J2 |
| Few are his pleasures if his eyes have now | V |
| Been doomed so long to settle upon earth | N2 |
| That not without some effort they behold | C |
| The countenance of the horizontal sun | J |
| Rising or setting let the light at least | C |
| Find a free entrance to their languid orbs | J2 |
| And let him where and when he will sit down | C4 |
| Beneath the trees or on a grassy bank | F2 |
| Of highway side and with the little birds | J2 |
| Share his chance gathered meal and finally | C |
| As in the eye of Nature he has lived | C |
| So in the eye of Nature let him die | C |
William Wordsworth
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