A Dedication To The Author Of Holmby House Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBBBBB CDEDFGGD HIHIBBBI BJBJKKKJ LMGMGGGM BGBGBBBG NHOHKKKH KGKGNONG KPKPQQQP BRBRESSR GTGTKKKT GSGSSSSS| They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less | A |
| Of sound than of words | B |
| In lands where bright blossoms are scentless | B |
| And songless bright birds | B |
| Where with fire and fierce drought on her tresses | B |
| Insatiable Summer oppresses | B |
| Sere woodlands and sad wildernesses | B |
| And faint flocks and herds | B |
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| Where in dreariest days when all dews end | C |
| And all winds are warm | D |
| Wild Winter's large flood gates are loosen'd | E |
| And floods freed by storm | D |
| From broken up fountain heads dash on | F |
| Dry deserts with long pent up passion | G |
| Here rhyme was first framed without fashion | G |
| Song shaped without form | D |
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| Whence gather'd The locust's glad chirrup | H |
| May furnish a stave | I |
| The ring of a rowel and stirrup | H |
| The wash of a wave | I |
| The chaunt of the marsh frog in rushes | B |
| That chimes through the pauses and hushes | B |
| Of nightfall the torrent that gushes | B |
| The tempests that rave | I |
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| In the deep'ning of dawn when it dapples | B |
| The dusk of the sky | J |
| With streaks like the redd'ning of apples | B |
| The ripening of rye | J |
| To eastward when cluster by cluster | K |
| Dim stars and dull planets that muster | K |
| Wax wan in a world of white lustre | K |
| That spreads far and high | J |
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| In the gathering of night gloom o'erhead in | L |
| The still silent change | M |
| All fire flushed when forest trees redden | G |
| On slopes of the range | M |
| When the gnarl'd knotted trunks Eucalyptian | G |
| Seem carved like weird columns Egyptian | G |
| With curious device quaint inscription | G |
| And hieroglyph strange | M |
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| In the Spring when the wattle gold trembles | B |
| 'Twixt shadow and shine | G |
| When each dew laden air draught resembles | B |
| A long draught of wine | G |
| When the sky line's blue burnish'd resistance | B |
| Makes deeper the dreamiest distance | B |
| Some song in all hearts hath existence | B |
| Such songs have been mine | G |
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| They came in all guises some vivid | N |
| To clasp and to keep | H |
| Some sudden and swift as the livid | O |
| Blue thunder flame's leap | H |
| This swept through the first breath of clover | K |
| With memories renew'd to the rover | K |
| That flash'd while the black horse turn'd over | K |
| Before the long sleep | H |
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| To you having cunning to colour | K |
| A page with your pen | G |
| That through dull days and nights even duller | K |
| Long years ago ten | G |
| Fair pictures in fever afforded | N |
| I send these rude staves roughly worded | O |
| By one in whose brain stands recorded | N |
| As clear now as then | G |
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| The great rush of grey 'Northern water' | K |
| The green ridge of bank | P |
| The 'sorrel' with curved sweep of quarter | K |
| Curl'd close to clean flank | P |
| The Royalist saddlefast squarely | Q |
| And where the bright uplands stretch fairly | Q |
| Behind beyond pistol shot barely | Q |
| The Roundheaded rank | P |
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| A long launch with clinging of muscles | B |
| And clenching of teeth | R |
| The loose doublet ripples and rustles | B |
| The swirl shoots beneath | R |
| Enough In return for your garland | E |
| In lieu of the flowers from your far land | S |
| Take wild growth of dreamland or starland | S |
| Take weeds for your wreath | R |
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| Yet rhyme had not fail'd me for reason | G |
| Nor reason for rhyme | T |
| Sweet Song had I sought you in season | G |
| And found you in time | T |
| You beckon in your bright beauty yonder | K |
| And I waxing fainter yet fonder | K |
| Now weary too soon when I wander | K |
| Now fall when I climb | T |
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| It matters but little in the long run | G |
| The weak have some right | S |
| Some share in the race that the strong run | G |
| The fight the strong fight | S |
| If words that are worthless go westward | S |
| Yet the worst word shall be as the best word | S |
| In the day when all riot sweeps restward | S |
| In darkness or light | S |
Adam Lindsay Gordon
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