The Prelude, Book 2: School-time (continued) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Thus far O Friend have we though leaving muchA
Unvisited endeavour'd to retraceB
My life through its first years and measured backC
The way I travell'd when I first beganD
To love the woods and fields the passion yetE
Was in its birth sustain'd as might befalF
By nourishment that came unsought for stillF
From week to week from month to month we liv'dG
A round of tumult duly were our gamesH
Prolong'd in summer till the day light fail'dI
No chair remain'd before the doors the benchJ
And threshold steps were empty fast asleepK
The Labourer and the old Man who had sateL
A later lingerer yet the revelryM
Continued and the loud uproar at lastN
When all the ground was dark and the huge cloudsO
Were edged with twinkling stars to bed we wentP
With weary joints and with a beating mindQ
Ah is there one who ever has been youngR
Nor needs a monitory voice to tameS
The pride of virtue and of intellectT
And is there one the wisest and the bestU
Of all mankind who does not sometimes wishV
For things which cannot be who would not giveW
If so he might to duty and to truthX
The eagerness of infantine desireY
A tranquillizing spirit presses nowZ
On my corporeal frame so wide appearsA2
The vacancy between me and those daysB2
Which yet have such self presence in my mindQ
That sometimes when I think of them I seemC2
Two consciousnesses conscious of myselfD2
And of some other Being A grey StoneE2
Of native rock left midway in the SquareF2
Of our small market Village was the homeG2
And centre of these joys and when return'dH2
After long absence thither I repair'dI2
I found that it was split and gone to buildJ2
A smart Assembly room that perk'd and flar'dI2
With wash and rough cast elbowing the groundK2
Which had been ours But let the fiddle screamC2
And be ye happy yet my Friends I knowL2
That more than one of you will think with meM
Of those soft starry nights and that old DameS
From whom the stone was nam'd who there had sateL
And watch'd her Table with its huckster's waresM2
Assiduous thro' the length of sixty yearsA2
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We ran a boisterous race the year span roundK2
With giddy motion But the time approach'dN2
That brought with it a regular desireY
For calmer pleasures when the beauteous formsO2
Of Nature were collaterally attach'dP2
To every scheme of holiday delightQ2
And every boyish sport less grateful elseR2
And languidly pursued When summer cameS
It was the pastime of our afternoonsS2
To beat along the plain of WindermereY
With rival oars and the selected bourneT2
Was now an Island musical with birdsU2
That sang for ever now a Sister IsleF
Beneath the oaks' umbrageous covert sownE2
With lillies of the valley like a fieldV2
And now a third small Island where remain'dW2
An old stone Table and a moulder'd CaveX2
A Hermit's history In such a raceB
So ended disappointment could be noneY2
Uneasiness or pain or jealousyM
We rested in the shade all pleas'd alikeZ2
Conquer'd and Conqueror Thus the pride of strengthA3
And the vain glory of superior skillF
Were interfus'd with objects which subdu'dB3
And temper'd them and gradually produc'dC3
A quiet independence of the heartD3
And to my Friend who knows me I may addE3
Unapprehensive of reproof that henceF3
Ensu'd a diffidence and modestyM
And I was taught to feel perhaps too muchA
The self sufficing power of solitudeB3
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No delicate viands sapp'd our bodily strengthA3
More than we wish'd we knew the blessing thenG3
Of vigorous hunger for our daily mealsH3
Were frugal Sabine fare and then excludeB3
A little weekly stipend and we livedG
Through three divisions of the quarter'd yearY
In pennyless poverty But now to SchoolF
Return'd from the half yearly holidaysB2
We came with purses more profusely fill'dJ2
Allowance which abundantly suffic'dI3
To gratify the palate with repastsB2
More costly than the Dame of whom I spakeJ3
That ancient Woman and her board suppliedK3
Hence inroads into distant Vales and longL3
Excursions far away among the hillsB2
Hence rustic dinners on the cool green groundK2
Or in the woods or near a river sideK3
Or by some shady fountain while soft airsB2
Among the leaves were stirring and the sunY2
Unfelt shone sweetly round us in our joyM3
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Nor is my aim neglected if I tellF
How twice in the long length of those half yearsB2
We from our funds perhaps with bolder handN3
Drew largely anxious for one day at leastO3
To feel the motion of the galloping SteedP3
And with the good old Inn keeper in truthX
On such occasion sometimes we employ'dQ3
Sly subterfuge for the intended boundK2
Of the day's journey was too distant farY
For any cautious man a Structure famedR3
Beyond its neighbourhood the antique WallsB2
Of that large Abbey which within the valeF
Of Nightshade to St Mary's honour builtS3
Stands yet a mouldering Pile with fractured ArchT3
Belfry and Images and living TreesB2
A holy Scene along the smooth green turfU3
Our Horses grazed to more than inland peaceB2
Left by the sea wind passing overheadV3
Though wind of roughest temper trees and towersB2
May in that Valley oftentimes be seenW3
Both silent and both motionless alikeZ2
Such is the shelter that is there and suchA
The safeguard for repose and quietnessB2
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Our steeds remounted and the summons givenY2
With whip and spur we by the Chauntry flewF
In uncouth race and left the cross legg'd KnightQ2
And the stone Abbot and that single WrenG3
Which one day sang so sweetly in the NaveX2
Of the old Church that though from recent showersB2
The earth was comfortless and touch'd by faintX3
Internal breezes sobbings of the placeB2
And respirations from the roofless wallsB2
The shuddering ivy dripp'd large drops yet stillF
So sweetly 'mid the gloom the invisible BirdY3
Sang to itself that there I could have madeZ3
My dwelling place and liv'd for ever thereY
To hear such music Through the Walls we flewF
And down the valley and a circuit madeZ3
In wantonness of heart through rough and smoothA4
We scamper'd homeward Oh ye Rocks and StreamsB2
And that still Spirit of the evening airY
Even in this joyous time I sometimes feltB4
Your presence when with slacken'd step we breath'dC4
Along the sides of the steep hills or whenG3
Lighted by gleams of moonlight from the seaB2
We beat with thundering hoofs the level sandN3
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Upon the Eastern Shore of WindermereY
Above the crescent of a pleasant BayD4
There stood an Inn no homely featured ShedV3
Brother of the surrounding CottagesB2
But 'twas a splendid place the door besetE
With Chaises Grooms and Liveries and withinE4
Decanters Glasses and the blood red WineF4
In ancient times or ere the Hall was builtS3
On the large Island had this Dwelling beenE4
More worthy of a Poet's love a HutG4
Proud of its one bright fire and sycamore shadeZ3
But though the rhymes were gone which once inscribedH4
The threshold and large golden charactersB2
On the blue frosted Signboard had usurp'dI4
The place of the old Lion in contemptJ4
And mockery of the rustic painter's handN3
Yet to this hour the spot to me is dearY
With all its foolish pomp The garden layD4
Upon a slope surmounted by the plainK4
Of a small Bowling green beneath us stoodL4
A grove with gleams of water through the treesB2
And over the tree tops nor did we wantM4
Refreshment strawberries and mellow creamC2
And there through half an afternoon we play'dZ3
On the smooth platform and the shouts we sentP
Made all the mountains ring But ere the fallF
Of night when in our pinnace we return'dH2
Over the dusky Lake and to the beachN4
Of some small Island steer'd our course with oneY2
The Minstrel of our troop and left him thereY
And row'd off gently while he blew his fluteO4
Alone upon the rock Oh then the calmP4
And dead still water lay upon my mindQ
Even with a weight of pleasure and the skyQ4
Never before so beautiful sank downR4
Into my heart and held me like aS4

William Wordsworth



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