The Prelude - Book Second Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Thus far O Friend have we though leaving much | B |
Unvisited endeavoured to retrace | C |
The simple ways in which my childhood walked | D |
Those chiefly that first led me to the love | E |
Of rivers woods and fields The passion yet | F |
Was in its birth sustained as might befall | G |
By nourishment that came unsought for still | H |
From week to week from month to month we lived | I |
A round of tumult Duly were our games | J |
Prolonged in summer till the daylight failed | K |
No chair remained before the doors the bench | L |
And threshold steps were empty fast asleep | M |
The labourer and the old man who had sate | N |
A later lingerer yet the revelry | O |
Continued and the loud uproar at last | P |
When all the ground was dark and twinkling stars | Q |
Edged the black clouds home and to bed we went | R |
Feverish with weary joints and beating minds | S |
Ah is there one who ever has been young | T |
Nor needs a warning voice to tame the pride | U |
Of intellect and virtue's self esteem | V |
One is there though the wisest and the best | W |
Of all mankind who covets not at times | X |
Union that cannot be who would not give | Y |
If so he might to duty and to truth | Z |
The eagerness of infantine desire | A2 |
A tranquillising spirit presses now | B2 |
On my corporeal frame so wide appears | C2 |
The vacancy between me and those days | D2 |
Which yet have such self presence in my mind | E2 |
That musing on them often do I seem | V |
Two consciousnesses conscious of myself | F2 |
And of some other Being A rude mass | G2 |
Of native rock left midway in the square | H2 |
Of our small market village was the goal | I2 |
Or centre of these sports and when returned | J2 |
After long absence thither I repaired | K2 |
Gone was the old grey stone and in its place | C |
A smart Assembly room usurped the ground | L2 |
That had been ours There let the fiddle scream | V |
And be ye happy Yet my Friends I know | M2 |
That more than one of you will think with me | O |
Of those soft starry nights and that old Dame | N2 |
From whom the stone was named who there had sate | N |
And watched her table with its huckster's wares | O2 |
Assiduous through the length of sixty years | C2 |
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We ran a boisterous course the year span round | L2 |
With giddy motion But the time approached | P2 |
That brought with it a regular desire | A2 |
For calmer pleasures when the winning forms | Q2 |
Of Nature were collaterally attached | R2 |
To every scheme of holiday delight | S2 |
And every boyish sport less grateful else | T2 |
And languidly pursued | A |
When summer came | N2 |
Our pastime was on bright half holidays | D2 |
To sweep along the plain of Windermere | A2 |
With rival oars and the selected bourne | U2 |
Was now an Island musical with birds | V2 |
That sang and ceased not now a Sister Isle | W2 |
Beneath the oaks' umbrageous covert sown | X2 |
With lilies of the valley like a field | Y2 |
And now a third small Island where survived | I |
In solitude the ruins of a shrine | Z2 |
Once to Our Lady dedicate and served | A3 |
Daily with chaunted rites In such a race | C |
So ended disappointment could be none | B3 |
Uneasiness or pain or jealousy | O |
We rested in the shade all pleased alike | C3 |
Conquered and conqueror Thus the pride of strength | D3 |
And the vain glory of superior skill | H |
Were tempered thus was gradually produced | E3 |
A quiet independence of the heart | F3 |
And to my Friend who knows me I may add | G3 |
Fearless of blame that hence for future days | D2 |
Ensued a diffidence and modesty | O |
And I was taught to feel perhaps too much | B |
The self sufficing power of Solitude | A |
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Our daily meals were frugal Sabine fare | A2 |
More than we wished we knew the blessing then | H3 |
Of vigorous hunger hence corporeal strength | D3 |
Unsapped by delicate viands for exclude | A |
A little weekly stipend and we lived | I |
Through three divisions of the quartered year | A2 |
In penniless poverty But now to school | I3 |
From the half yearly holidays returned | J2 |
We came with weightier purses that sufficed | J3 |
To furnish treats more costly than the Dame | N2 |
Of the old grey stone from her scant board supplied | U |
Hence rustic dinners on the cool green ground | L2 |
Or in the woods or by a river side | U |
Or shady fountains while among the leaves | K3 |
Soft airs were stirring and the mid day sun | B3 |
Unfelt shone brightly round us in our joy | L3 |
Nor is my aim neglected if I tell | M3 |
How sometimes in the length of those half years | C2 |
We from our funds drew largely proud to curb | N3 |
And eager to spur on the galloping steed | O3 |
And with the courteous inn keeper whose stud | P3 |
Supplied our want we haply might employ | L3 |
Sly subterfuge if the adventure's bound | L2 |
Were distant some famed temple where of yore | A2 |
The Druids worshipped or the antique walls | Q3 |
Of that large abbey where within the Vale | R3 |
Of Nightshade to St Mary's honour built | S3 |
Stands yet a mouldering pile with fractured arch | T3 |
Belfry and images and living trees | U3 |
A holy scene Along the smooth green turf | V3 |
Our horses grazed To more than inland peace | W3 |
Left by the west wind sweeping overhead | X3 |
From a tumultuous ocean trees and towers | Y3 |
In that sequestered valley may be seen | Z3 |
Both silent and both motionless alike | C3 |
Such the deep shelter that is there and such | B |
The safeguard for repose and quietness | A4 |
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Our steeds remounted and the summons given | B3 |
With whip and spur we through the chauntry flew | B4 |
In uncouth race and left the cross legged knight | S2 |
And the stone abbot and that single wren | H3 |
Which one day sang so sweetly in the nave | C4 |
Of the old church that though from recent showers | Y3 |
The earth was comfortless and touched by faint | D4 |
Internal breezes sobbings of the place | C |
And respirations from the roofless walls | Q3 |
The shuddering ivy dripped large drops yet still | H |
So sweetly 'mid the gloom the invisible bird | E4 |
Sang to herself that there I could have made | F4 |
My dwelling place and lived for ever there | A2 |
To hear such music Through the walls we flew | B4 |
And down the valley and a circuit made | F4 |
In wantonness of heart through rough and smooth | G4 |
We scampered homewards Oh ye rocks and streams | H4 |
And that still spirit shed from evening air | A2 |
Even in this joyous time I sometimes felt | I4 |
Your presence when with slackened step we breathed | J4 |
Along the sides of the steep hills or when | H3 |
Lighted by gleams of moonlight from the sea | O |
We beat with thundering hoofs the level sand | K4 |
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Midway on long Winander's eastern shore | A2 |
Within the crescent of pleasant bay | L4 |
A tavern stood no homely featured house | M4 |
Primeval like its neighbouring cottages | N4 |
But 'twas a splendid place the door beset | F |
With chaises grooms and liveries and within | O4 |
Decanters glasses and the blood red wine | Z2 |
In ancient times and ere the Hall was built | S3 |
On the large island had this dwelling been | O4 |
More worthy of a poet's love a hut | P4 |
Proud of its own bright fire and sycamore shade | F4 |
But though the rhymes were gone that once inscribed | Q4 |
The threshold and large golden characters | Y3 |
Spread o'er the spangled sign board had dislodged | R4 |
The old Lion and usurped his place in slight | S2 |
And mockery of the rustic painter's hand | K4 |
Yet to this hour the spot to me is dear | A2 |
With all its foolish pomp The garden lay | L4 |
Upon a slope surmounted by a plain | S4 |
Of a small bowling green beneath us stood | T4 |
A grove with gleams of water through the trees | U3 |
And over the tree tops nor did we want | U4 |
Refreshment strawberries and mellow cream | V |
There while through half an afternoon we played | F4 |
On the smooth platform whether skill prevailed | K |
Or happy blunder triumphed bursts of glee | O |
Made all the mountains ring But ere night fall | G |
When in our pinnace we returned at leisure | A2 |
Over the shadowy lake and to the beach | V4 |
Of some small island steered our course with one | B3 |
The Minstrel of the Troop and left him there | A2 |
And rowed off gently while he blew his flute | W4 |
Alone upon the rock oh then the calm | X4 |
And dead still water lay upon my mind | E2 |
Even with a weight of pleasure and the sky | Y4 |
Never before so beautiful sank down | Z4 |
Into my heart and held me like a dream | V |
Thus were my sympathies enlarged and thus | A4 |
Daily the common range of visible things | |
Grew dear to me already I began | |
To love the sun a boy I loved the sun | B3 |
Not as I since have loved him as a pledge | |
And surety of our earthly life a light | S2 |
Which we behold and feel we are alive | |
Nor for his bounty to so many worlds | |
But for this cause that I had seen him lay | L4 |
His beauty on the morning hills had seen | Z3 |
The western mountain touch his setting orb | |
In many a thoughtless hour when from excess | |
Of happiness my blood appeared to flow | M2 |
For its own pleasure and I breathed with joy | L3 |
And from like feelings humble though intense | |
To patriotic and domestic love | E |
Analogous the moon to me was dear | A2 |
For I could dream away my purposes | |
Standing to gaze upon her while she hung | T |
Midway between the hills as if she knew | B4 |
No other region but belonged to thee | O |
Yea appertained by a peculiar right | S2 |
To thee and thy grey huts thou one dear Vale | R3 |
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Those incidental charms which first attached | R2 |
My heart to rural objects day by day | L4 |
Grew weaker and I hasten on to tell | M3 |
How Nature intervenient till this time | |
And secondary now at length was sought | |
For her own sake But who shall parcel out | |
His intellect by geometric rules | |
Split like a province into round and square | A2 |
Who knows the individual hour in which | |
His habits were first sown even as a seed | O3 |
Who that shall point as with a wand and say | L4 |
This portion of the river of my mind | E2 |
Came from yon fountain Thou my Friend art one | B3 |
More deeply read in thy own thoughts to thee | O |
Science appears but what in truth she is | N4 |
Not as our glory and our absolute boast | |
But as a succedaneum and a prop | |
To our infirmity No officious slave | C4 |
Art thou of that false secondary power | A2 |
By which we multiply distinctions then | H3 |
Deem that our puny boundaries are things | |
That we perceive and not that we have made | F4 |
To thee unblinded by these formal arts | |
The unity of all hath been revealed | Y2 |
And thou wilt doubt with me less aptly skilled | |
Than many are to range the faculties | U3 |
In scale and order class the cabinet | P4 |
Of their sensations and in voluble phrase | D2 |
Run through the history and birth of each | V4 |
As of a single independent thing | |
Hard task vain hope to analyse the mind | E2 |
If each most obvious and particular thought | |
Not in a mystical and idle sense | |
But in the words of Reason deeply weighed | F4 |
Hath no beginning | |
Blest the infant Babe | |
For with my best conjecture I would trace | C |
Our Being's earthly progress blest the Babe | |
Nursed in his Mother's arms who sinks to sleep | M |
Rocked on his Mother's breast who with his soul | I2 |
Drinks in the feelings of his Mother's eye | Y4 |
For him in one dear Presence there exists | |
A virtue which irradiates and exalts | |
Objects through widest intercourse of sense | |
No outcast he bewildered and depressed | W |
Along his infant veins are interfused | W |
The gravitation and the filial bond | W |
Of nature that connect him with the world | W |
Is there a flower to which he points with hand | W |
Too weak to gather it already love | E |
Drawn from love's purest earthly fount for him | |
Hath beautified that flower already shades | |
Of pity cast from inward tenderness | A4 |
Do fall around him upon aught that bears | O2 |
Unsightly marks of violence or harm | |
Emphatically such a Being lives | |
Frail creature as he is helpless as frail | R3 |
An inmate of this active universe | |
For feeling has to him imparted power | A2 |
That through the growing faculties of sense | |
Doth like an agent of the one great Mind | W |
Create creator and receiver both | |
Working but in alliance with the works | |
Which it beholds Such verily is the first | W |
Poetic spirit of our human life | |
By uniform control of after years | C2 |
In most abated or suppressed in some | |
Through every change of growth and of decay | L4 |
Pre eminent till death | |
From early days | D2 |
Beginning not long after that first time | |
In which a Babe by intercourse of touch | B |
I held mute dialogues with my Mother's heart | W |
I have endeavoured to display the means | |
Whereby this infant sensibility | W |
Great birthright of our being was in me | W |
Augmented and sustained Yet is a path | |
More difficult before me and I fear | A2 |
That in its broken windings we shall need | W |
The chamois' sinews and the eagle's wing | |
For now a trouble came into my mind | W |
From unknown causes I was left alone | X2 |
Seeking the visible world nor knowing why | Y4 |
The props of my affections were removed | W |
And yet the building stood as if sustained | W |
By its own spirit All that I beheld | W |
Was dear and hence to finer influxes | |
The mind lay open to a more exact | W |
And close communion Many are our joys | |
In youth but oh what happiness to live | |
When every hour brings palpable access | |
Of knowledge when all knowledge is delight | W |
And sorrow is not there The seasons came | N2 |
And every season wheresoe'er I moved | W |
Unfolded transitory qualities | |
Which but for this most watchful power of love | E |
Had been neglected left a register | A2 |
Of permanent relations else unknown | X2 |
Hence life and change and beauty solitude | W |
More active ever than best society | W |
Society made sweet as solitude | W |
By silent inobtrusive sympathies | |
And gentle agitations of the mind | W |
From manifold distinctions difference | |
Perceived in things where to the unwatchful eye | Y4 |
No difference is and hence from the same source | |
Sublimer joy for I would walk alone | X2 |
Under the quiet stars and at that time | |
Have felt whate'er there is of power in sound | W |
To breathe an elevated mood by form | |
Or image unprofaned and I would stand | W |
If the night blackened with a coming storm | |
Beneath some rock listening to notes that are | A2 |
The ghostly language of the ancient earth | |
Or make their dim abode in distant winds | |
Thence did I drink the visionary power | A2 |
And deem not profitless those fleeting moods | |
Of shadowy exultation not for this | |
That they are kindred to our purer mind | W |
And intellectual life but that the soul | I2 |
Remembering how she felt but what she felt | W |
Remembering not retains an obscure sense | |
Of possible sublimity whereto | W |
With growing faculties she doth aspire | A2 |
With faculties still growing feeling still | H |
That whatsoever point they gain they yet | W |
Have something to pursue | |
And not alone | X2 |
'Mid gloom and tumult but no less 'mid fair | A2 |
And tranquil scenes that universal power | A2 |
And fitness in the latent qualities | |
And essences of things by which the mind | W |
Is moved with feelings of delight to me | W |
Came strengthened with a superadded soul | I2 |
A virtue not its own My morning walks | |
Were early oft before the hours of school | I3 |
I travelled round our little lake five miles | |
Of pleasant wandering Happy time more dear | A2 |
For this that one was by my side a Friend | W |
Then passionately loved with heart how full | |
Would he peruse these lines For many years | |
Have since flowed in between us and our minds | |
Both silent to each other at this time | |
We live as if those hours had never been | O4 |
Nor seldom did I lift our cottage latch | |
Far earlier ere one smoke wreath had risen | B3 |
From human dwelling or the vernal thrush | |
Was audible and sate among the woods | |
Alone upon some jutting eminence | |
At the first gleam of dawn light when the Vale | R3 |
Yet slumbering lay in utter solitude | W |
How shall I seek the origin where find | W |
Faith in the marvellous things which then I felt | W |
Oft in these moments such a holy calm | X4 |
Would overspread my soul that bodily eyes | |
Were utterly forgotten and what I saw | |
Appeared like something in myself a dream | V |
A prospect in the mind | W |
'Twere long to tell | M3 |
What spring and autumn what the winter snows | |
And what the summer shade what day and night | W |
Evening and morning sleep and waking thought | W |
From sources inexhaustible poured forth | |
To feed the spirit of religious love | E |
In which I walked with Nature But let this | |
Be not forgotten that I still retained | W |
My first creative sensibility | W |
That by the regular action of the world | W |
My soul was unsubdued A plastic power | A2 |
Abode with me a forming hand at times | |
Rebellious acting in a devious mood | W |
A local spirit of his own at war | A2 |
With general tendency but for the most | W |
Subservient strictly to external things | |
With which it communed An auxiliar light | W |
Came from my mind which on the setting sun | B3 |
Bestowed new splendour the melodious birds | |
The fluttering breezes fountains that run on | |
Murmuring so sweetly in themselves obeyed | W |
A like dominion and the midnight storm | |
Grew darker in the presence of my eye | Y4 |
Hence my obeisance my devotion hence | |
And hence my transport | W |
Nor should this perchance | |
Pass unrecorded that I still had loved | W |
The exercise and produce of a toil | |
Than analytic industry to me | W |
More pleasing and whose character I deem | V |
Is more poetic as resembling more | A2 |
Creative agency The song would speak | |
Of that interminable building reared | W |
By observation of affinities | |
In objects where no brotherhood exists | |
To passive minds My seventeenth year was come | |
And whether from this habit rooted now | B2 |
So deeply in my mind or from excess | |
In the great social principle of life | |
Coercing all things into sympathy | W |
To unorganic natures were transferred | W |
My own enjoyments or the power of truth | Z |
Coming in revelation did converse | |
With things that really are I at this time | |
Saw blessings spread around me like a sea | W |
Thus while the days flew by and years passed on | |
From Nature and her overflowing soul | I2 |
I had received so much that all my thoughts | |
Were steeped in feeling I was only then | H3 |
Contented when with bliss ineffable | |
I felt the sentiment of Being spread | W |
O'er all that moves and all that seemeth still | H |
O'er all that lost beyond the reach of thought | W |
And human knowledge to the human eye | Y4 |
Invisible yet liveth to the heart | W |
O'er all that leaps and runs and shouts and sings | |
Or beats the gladsome air o'er all that glides | |
Beneath the wave yea in the wave itself | F2 |
And mighty depth of waters Wonder not | W |
If high the transport great the joy I felt | W |
Communing in this sort through earth and heaven | B3 |
With every form of creature as it looked | W |
Towards the Uncreated with a countenance | |
Of adoration with an eye of love | E |
One song they sang and it was audible | |
Most audible then when the fleshly ear | A2 |
O'ercome by humblest prelude of that strain | S4 |
Forgot her functions and slept undisturbed | W |
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If this be error and another faith | |
Find easier access to the pious mind | W |
Yet were I grossly destitute of all | G |
Those human sentiments that make this earth | |
So dear if I should fail with grateful voice | |
To speak of you ye mountains and ye lakes | |
And sounding cataracts ye mists and winds | |
That dwell among the hills where I was born | U2 |
If in my youth I have been pure in heart | W |
If mingling with the world I am content | W |
With my own modest pleasures and have lived | W |
With God and Nature communing removed | W |
From little enmities and low desires | |
The gift is yours if in these times of fear | A2 |
This melancholy waste of hopes o'erthrown | U2 |
If 'mid indifference and apathy | W |
And wicked exultation when good men | U2 |
On every side fall off we know not how | B2 |
To selfishness disguised in gentle names | |
Of peace and quiet and domestic love | E |
Yet mingled not unwillingly with sneers | |
On visionary minds if in this time | |
Of dereliction and dismay I yet | W |
Despair not of our nature but retain | U2 |
A more than Roman confidence a faith | |
That fails not in all sorrow my support | W |
The blessing of my life the gift is yours | |
Ye winds and sounding cataracts 'tis yours | |
Ye mountains thine O Nature Thou hast fed | W |
My lofty speculations and in thee | W |
For this uneasy heart of ours I find | W |
A never failing principle of joy | L3 |
And purest passion | U2 |
Thou my Friend wert reared | W |
In the great city 'mid far other scenes | |
But we by different roads at length have gained | W |
The selfsame bourne And for this cause to thee | W |
I speak unapprehensive of contempt | W |
The insinuated scoff of coward tongues | |
And all that silent language which so oft | W |
In conversation between man and man | U2 |
Blots from the human countenance all trace | |
Of beauty and of love For thou hast sought | W |
The truth in solitude and since the days | |
That gave thee liberty full long desired | W |
To serve in Nature's temple thou hast been | U2 |
The most assiduous of her ministers | |
In many things my brother chiefly here | A2 |
In this our deep devotion | U2 |
Fare thee well | M3 |
Health and the quiet of a healthful mind | W |
Attend thee seeking oft the haunts of men | U2 |
And yet more often living with thyself | E |
And for thyself so haply shall thy days | |
Be many and a blessing to mankind | W |
William Wordsworth
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