A Reply To A Pessimist Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCB DEDEFFE GHGHIIH JKJKLLK MNMOPPO ABABQQB RSRSTTS KUKUVVU TWTWXXW YZYZZZZ A2B2A2B2C2C2B2 D2E2F2E2G2G2E2 H2I2J2RRH2 K2L2K2L2L2L2L2 M2K2M2K2N2N2K2| O beautiful bright world for ever young | A |
| And now with Wisdom grafted on thy Spring | B |
| Why do they slander thee with wailing tongue | A |
| And lose the wealth of thy long harvesting | B |
| Why do they say that thou art old and sad | C |
| When each fresh April nightingales are glad | C |
| And each returning May paired misselthrushes sing | B |
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| Stripped of our dreams'' It is the sleeper then | D |
| And not the shadowy corridors of night | E |
| Fair visions have deserted Hill and glen | D |
| As haunted are with wonder and delight | E |
| As when Endymion felt his eyelids kissed | F |
| By the moist moon and through the morning mist | F |
| Foam sandalled Venus flowered immaculately white | E |
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| No deities in sky or sun or moon | G |
| No nymphs in grove or hill in sea or stream'' | H |
| Why I saw Artemis this very noon | G |
| Slip through the wood a momentary gleam | H |
| As satin as the sallow and as lithe | I |
| And heard her eager sleuth hounds baying blithe | I |
| Hard on the intruder's heels then rent Actaeon's scream | H |
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| Dead'' Hamadryads frisk in every wood | J |
| In every pool elusive Naiads dwell | K |
| Neptune's dread voice deep as when Troy still stood | J |
| Is stored for us in every murmuring shell | K |
| List you will hear But look and you will find | L |
| Iris in rainbow Hermes in the wind | L |
| Delphi's inspiring fount in every wayside well | K |
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| No God no Heaven'' The Gods you cannot kill | M |
| Nor banish from their seats the sainted choirs | N |
| The deep toned organ is Cecilia's still | M |
| Still lamb like Agnes quencheth wanton fires | O |
| Stephen still sanctifies the martyr's lot | P |
| And many a maiden though believing not | P |
| Beholds Madonna's face then chastens her desires | O |
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| O beautiful bright world for ever young | A |
| With gifts for ever fresh The seasons bring | B |
| All that they ever brought since flowers first sprung | A |
| To deck the blushing consciousness of Spring | B |
| Summer still makes us glad that we were born | Q |
| Our musings mellow with the mellowing corn | Q |
| And to our fireside loves wise Winter bids us cling | B |
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| What is there we have lost while hearts still beat | R |
| While thought still burns You cannot Man dethrone | S |
| Time's Heir Apparent from his sovran seat | R |
| Assail his empire or curtail its zone | S |
| What though fledged Science fearlessly explore | T |
| New worlds of knowledge unsurmised of yore | T |
| These fresh found realms the Muse annexes to its own | S |
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| Thus have we Eld's delights our own as well | K |
| Science is but Imagination's slave | U |
| Nor have the antique fables'' lost their spell | K |
| Because we pierce the sky and plumb the wave | U |
| For us the stars still sing the moon still grieves | V |
| The Fauns still rustle in the fallen leaves | V |
| The Crucified is risen and glorifies the grave | U |
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| Is Love less sweet because men loved of yore | T |
| No sweeter stronger with the ages' growth | W |
| Love's long descent ennobles loving more | T |
| And Helen's falsehood fortifies one's troth | W |
| Bridging Time's stream with life's commanding span | X |
| We stand upon the Present and we scan | X |
| Future and Past and seem to live along them both | W |
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| What have we lost we who have gained so much | Y |
| The mind of man familiar afar | Z |
| Hath upon sun star planet laid its touch | Y |
| Lassoed the lightning yoked it to his car | Z |
| Yet fear not lest that Knowledge should deflower | Z |
| The awe that veils the inviolable Power | Z |
| Or that we e'er shall learn what whence and why we are | Z |
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| 'Tis Mystery lends a meaning unto Life | A2 |
| Never quite guessed and simple souls mean while | B2 |
| Find Paradise in mother sister wife | A2 |
| The far one's faithfulness the near one's smile | B2 |
| So long as valour wins and beauty charms | C2 |
| And lovers throb into each other's arms | C2 |
| How can you rail at life reproach it and revile | B2 |
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| Woe agony despair'' Woe yes there is | D2 |
| Despair there need not be Meek wisdom tries | E2 |
| To gain from grief an after taste of bliss | F2 |
| And sees a rainbow through its streaming eyes | E2 |
| Nor if I could would I quite part with pain | G2 |
| Lest pity die a loss and not a gain | G2 |
| 'Tis Pride alone despairs Be humble and be wise | E2 |
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| We bear no burden of the bygone years '' | - |
| Their matter perishes their soul survives | H2 |
| Widening our hopes and narrowing our fears | I2 |
| Shedding a shadowy charm athwart our lives | J2 |
| Guiding our gropings steadying our feet | R |
| Like to an ag d nurse that we may meet | R |
| The Future without dread whatever rue arrives | H2 |
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| What if there were no Heaven there is the Earth | K2 |
| What if there were no goal there is the race | L2 |
| 'Tis unfulfilled desire that staves off dearth | K2 |
| Sustains the march and stimulates the pace | L2 |
| Where is the prodigal waste of myriad lives'' | L2 |
| No life is wasted that loves hopes and strives | L2 |
| And wears an eastward glow upon its fading face | L2 |
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| O beautiful bright world Earth Heaven in one | M2 |
| I thank thee for thy gifts the gift of birth | K2 |
| The unbought bounty of air sky sea sun | M2 |
| Seed time and shower harvest and mellow mirth | K2 |
| For privilege to think to feel to strive | N2 |
| I thank thee for the boon of being alive | N2 |
| For Glory's deathless dream and Virtue's matchless worth | K2 |
Alfred Austin
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