Lines Analysis

Composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, Somersetshire, May 1795

With many a pause and oft reverted eye
I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near
Warble in shade their wild-wood melody:
Far off the unvarying Cuckoo soothes my ear.
Up scour the startling stragglers of the flock
That on green plots o'er precipices browze:
From the deep fissures of the naked rock
The Yew-tree bursts! Beneath its dark green boughs
(Mid which the May-thorn blends its blossoms white)
Where broad smooth stones jut out in mossy seats,
I rest: - and now have gain'd the topmost site.
Ah! what a luxury of landscape meets
My gaze! Proud towers, and Cots more dear to me,
Elm-shadow'd Fields, and prospect-bounding Sea!
Deep sighs my lonely heart: I drop the tear:
Enchanting spot! O were my Sara here!

.: Samuel Coleridge Poem :.

I actually love this poem. I like the way the author uses random and confusing metaphors to talk about simple things. The words are enchanting, and the details so clear that you can picture what is happening in your minds eye. The poem is actually one of my favorites. Uh, when I am analysing... the first line.. reverted eye? I think the first line is about how slow his assent to the top of the hill or mountain was, he had to constantly stop and look at all the wonders. When he says sweet songsters near, he means birds singing. I love the wild wood melody part, it is so creative... and it sounds great on your tongue. say it, WILD WOOD! the Cuckoo sothes my ear, by that he means the bird, and his unchanging voice, but the voice is calming and keeps him happy on the assent.
Up scour the startling stragglers of the flock,
by this ne means the birds that are flying away becuase he and his loud noises frighten them,
That on green plots o'er precipices browze:
I actually don't know what this means, but green plots might be fields and precipices, like hills and stuff, browze is the birds flying over those areas
From the deep fissures of the rock,
and now he is talking about the rock, (no moss is what he means by ) from which there sprouts a tree (thus the Yew tree)
The Yew-tree bursts! Beneath its dark green boughs
(Mid which the May-thorn blends its blossoms white)
Where broad smooth stones jut out in mossy seats,
I rest: - and now have gain'd the topmost site.
he speaks of the tree, and the branches color, and the thorns that have white flowers sprouting from then, (the flower is white) see, you are starting to see this area as a kingdom, and the top of the hill as the royal chair of the writer. This poem is truly detailed and great.
Ah! what a luxury of landscape meets
My gaze! Proud towers, and Cots more dear to me,
Elm-shadow'd Fields, and prospect-bounding Sea!
Deep sighs my lonely heart: I drop the tear:
Enchanting spot! O were my Sara here!
for the ending, there is the picture he creates in his head, detailed, so that you might get a view as good as his that day, and to make it a sonnet, he adds the part about his lover who has either a) broken up with him, or B) was unable to come. It truly is a beautiful poem in all aspects

| Posted on 2006-02-02 | by Approved Guest