The Waggoner - Canto Second Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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IF Wytheburn's modest House of prayerA
As lowly as the lowliest dwellingB
Had with its belfry's humble stockC
A little pair that hang in airA
Been mistress also of a clockC
And one too not in crazy plightD
Twelve strokes that clock would have been tellingB
Under the brow of old HelvellynE
Its bead roll of midnightD
Then when the Hero of my taleF
Was passing by and down the valeF
The vale now silent hushed I weenE
As if a storm had never beenE
Proceeding with a mind at easeG
While the old Familiar of the seasG
Intent to use his utmost hasteH
Gained ground upon the Waggon fastI
And gives another lusty cheerJ
For spite of rumbling of the wheelsK
A welcome greeting he can hearL
It is a fiddle in its gleeM
Dinning from the CHERRY TREEM
Thence the sound the light is thereA
As Benjamin is now awareA
Who to his inward thoughts confinedN
Had almost reached the festive doorO
When startled by the Sailor's roarO
He hears a sound and sees a lightD
And in a moment calls to mindN
That 'tis the village MERRY NIGHTD
Although before in no dejectionE
At this insidious recollectionE
His heart with sudden joy is filledP
His ears are by the music thrilledP
His eyes take pleasure in the roadQ
Glittering before him bright and broadR
And Benjamin is wet and coldS
And there are reasons manifoldS
That make the good tow'rds which he's yearningB
Look fairly like a lawful earningB
Nor has thought time to come and goT
To vibrate between yes and noT
For cries the Sailor 'Glorious chanceU
That blew us hither let him danceU
Who can or will my honest soulV
Our treat shall be a friendly bowl 'W
He draws him to the door 'Come inE
Come come ' cries he to BenjaminE
And Benjamin ah woe is meM
Gave the word the horses heardX
And halted though reluctantlyM
'Blithe souls and lightsome hearts have weM
Feasting at the CHERRY TREE 'W
This was the outside proclamationE
This was the inside salutationE
What bustling jostling high and lowT
A universal overflowT
What tankards foaming from the tapY
What store of cakes in every lapY
What thumping stumping overheadZ
The thunder had not been more busyM
With such a stir you would have saidZ
This little place may well be dizzyM
'Tis who can dance with greatest vigourO
'Tis what can be most prompt and eagerO
As if it heard the fiddle's callA2
The pewter clatters on the wallA2
The very bacon shows its feelingB
Swinging from the smoky ceilingB
A steaming bowl a blazing fireO
What greater good can heart desireO
'Twere worth a wise man's while to tryO
The utmost anger of the skyO
To 'seek' for thoughts of a gloomy castI
If such the bright amends at lastI
Now should you say I judge amissB2
The CHERRY TREE shows proof of thisB2
For soon of all the happy thereO
Our Travellers are the happiest pairO
All care with Benjamin is goneE
A Caesar past the RubiconE
He thinks not of his long long strifeC2
The Sailor Man by nature gayD2
Hath no resolves to throw awayD2
And he hath now forgot his WifeC2
Hath quite forgotten her or may beM
Thinks her the luckiest soul on earthE2
Within that warm and peaceful berthE2
Under coverO
Terror overO
Sleeping by her sleeping BabyM
With bowl that sped from hand to handF2
The gladdest of the gladsome bandF2
Amid their own delight and funE
They hear when every dance is doneE
When every whirling bout is o'erO
The fiddle's 'squeak' that call to blissB2
Ever followed by a kissB2
They envy not the happy lotG2
But enjoy their own the moreO
While thus our jocund Travellers fareO
Up springs the Sailor from his chairO
Limps for I might have told beforeO
That he was lame across the floorO
Is gone returns and with a prizeH2
With what a Ship of lusty sizeH2
A gallant stately Man of warO
Fixed on a smoothly sliding carO
Surprise to all but most surpriseH2
To Benjamin who rubs his eyesH2
Not knowing that he had befriendedI2
A Man so gloriously attendedJ2
'This ' cries the Sailor 'a Third rate isK2
Stand back and you shall see her gratisL2
This was the Flag ship at the NileM2
The Vanguard you may smirk and smileM2
But pretty Maid if you look nearO
You'll find you've much in little hereO
A nobler ship did never swimN2
And you shall see her in full trimN2
I'll set my friends to do you honourO
Set every inch of sail upon her 'W
So said so done and masts sails yardsO2
He names them all and interlardsO2
His speech with uncouth terms of artP2
Accomplished in the showman's partP2
And then as from a sudden checkQ2
Cries out ''Tis there the quarter deckQ2
On which brave Admiral Nelson stoodR2
A sight that would have roused your bloodJ2
One eye he had which bright as tenE
Burned like a fire among his menE
Let this be land and that be seaO2
Here lay the French and 'thus' came we 'W
Hushed was by this the fiddle's soundS2
The dancers all were gathered roundS2
And such the stillness of the houseO2
You might have heard a nibbling mouseO2
While borrowing helps where'er he mayD2
The Sailor through the story runsO2
Of ships to ships and guns to gunsO2
And does his utmost to displayD2
The dismal conflict and the mightD
And terror of that marvellous nightD
'A bowl a bowl of double measure 'W
Cries Benjamin 'a draught of lengthT2
To Nelson England's pride and treasureO
Her bulwark and her tower of strength 'W
When Benjamin had seized the bowlV
The mastiff from beneath the waggonE
Where he lay watchful as a dragonE
Rattled his chain 'twas all in vainE
For Benjamin triumphant soulV
He heard the monitory growlU2
Heard and in opposition quaffedD
A deep determined desperate draughtD
Nor did the battered Tar forgetD
Or flinch from what he deemed his debtD
Then like a hero crowned with laurelV2
Back to her place the ship he ledD
Wheeled her back in full apparelV2
And so flag flying at mast headD
Re yoked her to the Ass anonE
Cries Benjamin 'We must be goneE
Thus after two hours' hearty stayD
Again behold them on their wayD

William Wordsworth



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