The Trosachs Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCADEEEFGGFGF| There's not a nook within this solemn Pass | A |
| But were an apt confessional for one | B |
| Taught by his summer spent his autumn gone | C |
| That Life is but a tale of morning grass | A |
| Wither'd at eve From scenes of art which chase | D |
| That thought away turn and with watchful eyes | E |
| Feed it 'mid Nature's old felicities | E |
| Rocks rivers and smooth lakes more clear than glass | E |
| Untouch'd unbreathed upon Thrice happy quest | F |
| If from a golden perch of aspen spray | G |
| October's workmanship to rival May | G |
| The pensive warbler of the ruddy breast | F |
| That moral sweeten by a heaven taught lay | G |
| Lulling the year with all its cares to rest | F |
William Wordsworth
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