The Waggoner - Canto Fourth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGGFHFHIIJ KKJLLMMNNOOOAAAFFPPQ QRRSSTTUUVVWWXYXZZOO A2A2HHB2B2C2C2EED2D2 KKLLE2E2AAF2F2G2H2I2 I2J2K2J2K2AAYYYYLLLW WL2L2YYL2M2N2N2O2P2G P2Q2Q2YYYYF2F2KR2R2K OOYYYYS2S2T2T2B2B2U2 U2WWF2F2Q2YYQ2B2B2WW OOV2L2L2WV2WYYWYJYJK KKKWP2WYYP2L2L2YYYYY YKO2W2W2YYX2X2YYLL K2BK2BC2C2YX2X2YWWYY A2A2WYYY2Q2WWF2F2WK2 K2Z2A3N2B3| THUS they with freaks of proud delight | A |
| Beguile the remnant of the night | A |
| And many a snatch of jovial song | B |
| Regales them as they wind along | B |
| While to the music from on high | C |
| The echoes make a glad reply | C |
| But the sage Muse the revel heeds | D |
| No farther than her story needs | D |
| Nor will she servilely attend | E |
| The loitering journey to its end | E |
| Blithe spirits of her own impel | F |
| The Muse who scents the morning air | G |
| To take of this transported pair | G |
| A brief and unreproved farewell | F |
| To quit the slow paced waggon's side | H |
| And wander down yon hawthorn dell | F |
| With murmuring Greta for her guide | H |
| There doth she ken the awful form | I |
| Of Raven crag black as a storm | I |
| Glimmering through the twilight pale | J |
| And Ghimmer crag his tall twin brother | K |
| Each peering forth to meet the other | K |
| And while she roves through St John's Vale | J |
| Along the smooth unpathwayed plain | L |
| By sheep track or through cottage lane | L |
| Where no disturbance comes to intrude | M |
| Upon the pensive solitude | M |
| Her unsuspecting eye perchance | N |
| With the rude shepherd's favoured glance | N |
| Beholds the faeries in array | O |
| Whose party coloured garments gay | O |
| The silent company betray | O |
| Red green and blue a moment's sight | A |
| For Skiddaw top with rosy light | A |
| Is touched and all the band take flight | A |
| Fly also Muse and from the dell | F |
| Mount to the ridge of Nathdale Fell | F |
| Thence look thou forth o'er wood and lawn | P |
| Hoar with the frost like dews of dawn | P |
| Across yon meadowy bottom look | Q |
| Where close fogs hide their parent brook | Q |
| And see beyond that hamlet small | R |
| The ruined towers of Threlkeld hall | R |
| Lurking in a double shade | S |
| By trees and lingering twilight made | S |
| There at Blencathara's rugged feet | T |
| Sir Lancelot gave a safe retreat | T |
| To noble Clifford from annoy | U |
| Concealed the persecuted boy | U |
| Well pleased in rustic garb to feed | V |
| His flock and pipe on shepherd's reed | V |
| Among this multitude of hills | W |
| Crags woodlands waterfalls and rills | W |
| Which soon the morning shall enfold | X |
| From east to west in ample vest | Y |
| Of massy gloom and radiance bold | X |
| The mists that o'er the streamlet's bed | Z |
| Hung low begin to rise and spread | Z |
| Even while I speak their skirts of grey | O |
| Are smitten by a silver ray | O |
| And lo up Castrigg's naked steep | A2 |
| Where smoothly urged the vapours sweep | A2 |
| Along and scatter and divide | H |
| Like fleecy clouds self multiplied | H |
| The stately waggon is ascending | B2 |
| With faithful Benjamin attending | B2 |
| Apparent now beside his team | C2 |
| Now lost amid a glittering steam | C2 |
| And with him goes his Sailor friend | E |
| By this time near their journey's end | E |
| And after their high minded riot | D2 |
| Sickening into thoughtful quiet | D2 |
| As if the morning's pleasant hour | K |
| Had for their joys a killing power | K |
| And sooth for Benjamin a vein | L |
| Is opened of still deeper pain | L |
| As if his heart by notes were stung | E2 |
| From out the lowly hedge rows flung | E2 |
| As if the Warbler lost in light | A |
| Reproved his soarings of the night | A |
| In strains of rapture pure and holy | F2 |
| Upbraided his distempered folly | F2 |
| Drooping is he his step is dull | G2 |
| But the horses stretch and pull | H2 |
| With increasing vigour climb | I2 |
| Eager to repair lost time | I2 |
| Whether by their own desert | J2 |
| Knowing what cause there is for shame | K2 |
| They are labouring to avert | J2 |
| As much as may be of the blame | K2 |
| Which they foresee must soon alight | A |
| Upon 'his' head whom in despite | A |
| Of all his failings they love best | Y |
| Whether for him they are distrest | Y |
| Or by length of fasting roused | Y |
| Are impatient to be housed | Y |
| Up against the hill they strain | L |
| Tugging at the iron chain | L |
| Tugging all with might and main | L |
| Last and foremost every horse | W |
| To the utmost of his force | W |
| And the smoke and respiration | L2 |
| Rising like an exhalation | L2 |
| Blend with the mist a moving shroud | Y |
| To form an undissolving cloud | Y |
| Which with slant ray the merry sun | L2 |
| Takes delight to play upon | M2 |
| Never golden haired Apollo | N2 |
| Pleased some favourite chief to follow | N2 |
| Through accidents of peace or war | O2 |
| In a perilous moment threw | P2 |
| Around the object of his care | G |
| Veil of such celestial hue | P2 |
| Interposed so bright a screen | Q2 |
| Him and his enemies between | Q2 |
| Alas what boots it who can hide | Y |
| When the malicious Fates are bent | Y |
| On working out an ill intent | Y |
| Can destiny be turned aside | Y |
| No sad progress of my story | F2 |
| Benjamin this outward glory | F2 |
| Cannot shield thee from thy Master | K |
| Who from Keswick has pricked forth | R2 |
| Sour and surly as the north | R2 |
| And in fear of some disaster | K |
| Comes to give what help he may | O |
| And to hear what thou canst say | O |
| If as needs he must forebode | Y |
| Thou hast been loitering on the road | Y |
| His fears his doubts may now take flight | Y |
| The wished for object is in sight | Y |
| Yet trust the Muse it rather hath | S2 |
| Stirred him up to livelier wrath | S2 |
| Which he stifles moody man | T2 |
| With all the patience that he can | T2 |
| To the end that at your meeting | B2 |
| He may give thee decent greeting | B2 |
| There he is resolved to stop | U2 |
| Till the waggon gains the top | U2 |
| But stop he cannot must advance | W |
| Him Benjamin with lucky glance | W |
| Espies and instantly is ready | F2 |
| Self collected poised and steady | F2 |
| And to be the better seen | Q2 |
| Issues from his radiant shroud | Y |
| From his close attending cloud | Y |
| With careless air and open mien | Q2 |
| Erect his port and firm his going | B2 |
| So struts yon cock that now is crowing | B2 |
| And the morning light in grace | W |
| Strikes upon his lifted face | W |
| Hurrying the pallid hue away | O |
| That might his trespasses betray | O |
| But what can all avail to clear him | V2 |
| Or what need of explanation | L2 |
| Parley or interrogation | L2 |
| For the Master sees alas | W |
| That unhappy Figure near him | V2 |
| Limping o'er the dewy grass | W |
| Where the road it fringes sweet | Y |
| Soft and cool to way worn feet | Y |
| And O indignity an Ass | W |
| By his noble Mastiff's side | Y |
| Tethered to the waggon's tail | J |
| And the ship in all her pride | Y |
| Following after in full sail | J |
| Not to speak of babe and mother | K |
| Who contented with each other | K |
| And snug as birds in leafy arbour | K |
| Find within a blessed harbour | K |
| With eager eyes the Master pries | W |
| Looks in and out and through and through | P2 |
| Says nothing till at last he spies | W |
| A wound upon the Mastiff's head | Y |
| A wound where plainly might be read | Y |
| What feats an Ass's hoof can do | P2 |
| But drop the rest this aggravation | L2 |
| This complicated provocation | L2 |
| A hoard of grievances unsealed | Y |
| All past forgiveness it repealed | Y |
| And thus and through distempered blood | Y |
| On both sides Benjamin the good | Y |
| The patient and the tender hearted | Y |
| Was from his team and waggon parted | Y |
| When duty of that day was o'er | K |
| Laid down his whip and served no more | O2 |
| Nor could the waggon long survive | W2 |
| Which Benjamin had ceased to drive | W2 |
| It lingered on guide after guide | Y |
| Ambitiously the office tried | Y |
| But each unmanageable hill | X2 |
| Called for 'his' patience and 'his' skill | X2 |
| And sure it is that through this night | Y |
| And what the morning brought to light | Y |
| Two losses had we to sustain | L |
| We lost both WAGGONER and WAIN | L |
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| Accept O Friend for praise or blame | K2 |
| The gift of this adventurous song | B |
| A record which I dared to frame | K2 |
| Though timid scruples checked me long | B |
| They checked me and I left the theme | C2 |
| Untouched in spite of many a gleam | C2 |
| Of fancy which thereon was shed | Y |
| Like pleasant sunbeams shifting still | X2 |
| Upon the side of a distant hill | X2 |
| But Nature might not be gainsaid | Y |
| For what I have and what I miss | W |
| I sing of these it makes my bliss | W |
| Nor is it I who play the part | Y |
| But a shy spirit in my heart | Y |
| That comes and goes will sometimes leap | A2 |
| From hiding places ten years deep | A2 |
| Or haunts me with familiar face | W |
| Returning like a ghost unlaid | Y |
| Until the debt I owe be paid | Y |
| Forgive me then for I had been | Y2 |
| On friendly terms with this Machine | Q2 |
| In him while he was wont to trace | W |
| Our roads through many a long year's space | W |
| A living almanack had we | F2 |
| We had a speaking diary | F2 |
| That in this uneventful place | W |
| Gave to the days a mark and name | K2 |
| By which we knew them when they came | K2 |
| Yes I and all about me here | Z2 |
| Through all the changes of the year | A3 |
| Had seen him through the mountains go | N2 |
| In pomp of | B3 |
William Wordsworth
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