Finis Exoptatus - A Metaphysical Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEDEFGFG HIHIDJDJKLKLFMFM DBDBNONOPQRQFBFB MSMSFTFT BUBUVWVX YZCZVA2VA2MB2MB2VC2V C2 CB2CB2D2E2D2E2CVCVMV MV CF2G2F2H2I2H2I2VBVBC VCVNMNM MJ2MJ2MK2MK2 CMCMCMCM MVMVMVMV VL2VL2B2J2B2J2VOVO B2B2B2B2CBCBMVMV BMBMB2VB2V MCMCVCVC CI2CI2PVPVThere's something in this world amiss | A |
Shall be unriddled by and bye | B |
Tennyson | C |
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Boot and saddle see the slanting | D |
Rays begin to fall | E |
Flinging lights and colours flaunting | D |
Through the shadows tall | E |
Onward onward must we travel | F |
When will come the goal | G |
Riddle I may not unravel | F |
Cease to vex my soul | G |
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Harshly break those peals of laughter | H |
From the jays aloft | I |
Can we guess what they cry after | H |
We have heard them oft | I |
Perhaps some strain of rude thanksgiving | D |
Mingles in their song | J |
Are they glad that they are living | D |
Are they right or wrong | J |
Right 'tis joy that makes them call so | K |
Why should they be sad | L |
Certes we are living also | K |
Shall not we be glad | L |
Onward onward must we travel | F |
Is the goal more near | M |
Riddle we may not unravel | F |
Why so dark and drear | M |
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Yon small bird his hymn outpouring | D |
On the branch close by | B |
Recks not for the kestrel soaring | D |
In the nether sky | B |
Though the hawk with wings extended | N |
Poises over head | O |
Motionless as though suspended | N |
By a viewless thread | O |
See he stoops nay shooting forward | P |
With the arrow's flight | Q |
Swift and straight away to nor'ward | R |
Sails he out of sight | Q |
Onward onward thus we travel | F |
Comes the goal more nigh | B |
Riddle we may not unravel | F |
Who shall make reply | B |
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Ha Friend Ephraim saint or sinner | M |
Tell me if you can | S |
Tho' we may not judge the inner | M |
By the outer man | S |
Yet by girth of broadcloth ample | F |
And by cheeks that shine | T |
Surely you set no example | F |
In the fasting line | T |
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Could you like yon bird discov'ring | B |
Fate as close at hand | U |
As the kestrel o'er him hov'ring | B |
Still as he did stand | U |
Trusting grandly singing gaily | V |
Confident and calm | W |
Not one false note in your daily | V |
Hymn or weekly psalm | X |
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Oft your oily tones are heard in | Y |
Chapel where you preach | Z |
This the everlasting burden | C |
Of the tale you teach | Z |
We are d d our sins are deadly | V |
You alone are heal'd | A2 |
'Twas not thus their gospel redly | V |
Saints and martyrs seal'd | A2 |
You had seem'd more like a martyr | M |
Than you seem to us | B2 |
To the beasts that caught a Tartar | M |
Once at Ephesus | B2 |
Rather than the stout apostle | V |
Of the Gentiles who | C2 |
Pagan like could cuff and wrestle | V |
They'd have chosen you | C2 |
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Yet I ween on such occasion | C |
Your dissenting voice | B2 |
Would have been in mild persuasion | C |
Raised against their choice | B2 |
Man of peace and man of merit | D2 |
Pompous wise and grave | E2 |
Ephraim is it flesh or spirit | D2 |
You strive most to save | E2 |
Vain is half this care and caution | C |
O'er the earthly shell | V |
We can neither baffle nor shun | C |
Dark plumed Azrael | V |
Onward onward still we wander | M |
Nearer draws the goal | V |
Half the riddle's read we ponder | M |
Vainly on the whole | V |
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Eastward in the pink horizon | C |
Fleecy hillocks shame | F2 |
This dim range dull earth that lies on | G2 |
Tinged with rosy flame | F2 |
Westward as a stricken giant | H2 |
Stoops his bloody crest | I2 |
And tho' vanquished frowns defiant | H2 |
Sinks the sun to rest | I2 |
Distant yet approaching quickly | V |
From the shades that lurk | B |
Like a black pall gathers thickly | V |
Night when none may work | B |
Soon our restless occupation | C |
Shall have ceas'd to be | V |
Units in God's vast creation | C |
Ciphers what are we | V |
Onward onward oh faint hearted | N |
Nearer and more near | M |
Has the goal drawn since we started | N |
Be of better cheer | M |
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Preacher all forbearance ask for | M |
All are worthless found | J2 |
Man must aye take man to task for | M |
Faults while earth goes round | J2 |
On this dank soil thistles muster | M |
Thorns are broadcast sown | K2 |
Seek not figs where thistles cluster | M |
Grapes where thorns have grown | K2 |
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Sun and rain and dew from heaven | C |
Light and shade and air | M |
Heat and moisture freely given | C |
Thorns and thistles share | M |
Vegetation rank and rotten | C |
Feels the cheering ray | M |
Not uncared for unforgotten | C |
We too have our day | M |
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Unforgotten though we cumber | M |
Earth we work His will | V |
Shall we sleep through night's long slumber | M |
Unforgotten still | V |
Onward onward toiling ever | M |
Weary steps and slow | V |
Doubting oft despairing never | M |
To the goal we go | V |
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Hark the bells on distant cattle | V |
Waft across the range | L2 |
Through the golden tufted wattle | V |
Music low and strange | L2 |
Like the marriage peal of fairies | B2 |
Comes the tinkling sound | J2 |
Or like chimes of sweet St Mary's | B2 |
On far English ground | J2 |
How my courser champs the snaffle | V |
And with nostril spread | O |
Snorts and scarcely seems to ruffle | V |
Fern leaves with his tread | O |
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Cool and pleasant on his haunches | B2 |
Blows the evening breeze | B2 |
Through the overhanging branches | B2 |
Of the wattle trees | B2 |
Onward to the Southern Ocean | C |
Glides the breath of Spring | B |
Onward with a dreary motion | C |
I too glide and sing | B |
Forward forward still we wander | M |
Tinted hills that lie | V |
In the red horizon yonder | M |
Is the goal so nigh | V |
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Whisper spring wind softly singing | B |
Whisper in my ear | M |
Respite and nepenthe bringing | B |
Can the goal be near | M |
Laden with the dew of vespers | B2 |
From the fragrant sky | V |
In my ear the wind that whispers | B2 |
Seems to make reply | V |
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Question not but live and labour | M |
Till yon goal be won | C |
Helping every feeble neighbour | M |
Seeking help from none | C |
Life is mostly froth and bubble | V |
Two things stand like stone | C |
Kindness in another's trouble | V |
Courage in your own | C |
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Courage comrades this is certain | C |
All is for the best | I2 |
There are lights behind the curtain | C |
Gentiles let us rest | I2 |
As the smoke rack veers to seaward | P |
From the ancient clay | V |
With its moral drifting leeward | P |
Ends the wanderer's lay | V |
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