The Redbreast - Suggested In A Westmoreland Cottage Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Driven in by Autumn's sharpening airA
From half stripped woods and pastures bareA
Brisk Robin seeks a kindlier homeB
Not like a beggar is he comeC
But enters as a looked for guestD
Confiding in his ruddy breastD
As if it were a natural shieldE
Charged with a blazon on the fieldE
Due to that good and pious deedF
Of which we in the Ballad readG
But pensive fancies putting byH
And wild wood sorrows speedilyI
He plays the expert ventriloquistG
And caught by glimpses now now missedG
Puzzles the listener with a doubtG
If the soft voice he throws aboutG
Comes from within doors or withoutG
Was ever such a sweet confusionJ
Sustained by delicate illusionJ
He's at your elbow to your feelingK
The notes are from the floor or ceilingK
And there's a riddle to be guessedG
'Till you have marked his heaving chestG
And busy throat whose sink and swellL
Betray the Elf that loves to dwellL
In Robin's bosom as a chosen cellL
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Heart pleased we smile upon the BirdG
If seen and with like pleasure stirredG
Commend him when he's only heardG
But small and fugitive our gainM
Compared with 'hers' who long hath lainM
With languid limbs and patient headG
Reposing on a lone sick bedG
Where now she daily hears a strainM
That cheats her of too busy caresN
Eases her pain and helps her prayersN
And who but this dear Bird beguiledG
The fever of that pale faced ChildG
Now cooling with his passing wingK
Her forehead like a breeze of SpringK
Recalling now with descant softG
Shed round her pillow from aloftG
Sweet thoughts of angels hovering nighH
And the invisible sympathyI
Of Matthew Mark and Luke and JohnO
Blessing the bed she lies uponO
And sometimes just as listening endsP
In slumber with the cadence blendsP
A dream of that low warbled hymnQ
Which old folk fondly pleased to trimQ
Lamps of faith now burning dimQ
Say that the Cherubs carved in stoneR
When clouds gave way at dead of nightG
And the ancient church was filled with lightG
Used to sing in heavenly toneR
Above and round the sacred placesS
They guard with winged baby facesS
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Thrice happy Creature in all landsT
Nurtured by hospitable handsT
Free entrance to this cot has heI
Entrance and exit both 'yet' freeI
And when the keen unruffled weatherU
That thus brings man and bird togetherU
Shall with its pleasantness be pastG
And casement closed and door made fastG
To keep at bay the howling blastG
'He' needs not fear the season's rageV
For the whole house is Robin's cageV
Whether the bird flit here or thereA
O'er table 'lilt' or perch on chairA
Though some may frown and make a stirU
To scare him as a trespasserU
And he belike will flinch or startG
Good friends he has to take his partG
One chiefly who with voice and lookW
Pleads for him from the chimney nookW
Where sits the Dame and wears awayX
Her long and vacant holidayX
With images about her heartG
Reflected from the years gone byH
On human nature's second infancyI
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William Wordsworth



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