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Early Sonnets Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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To	B
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As when with downcast eyes we muse and brood	C
And ebb into a former life or seem	D
To lapse far back in some confused dream	D
To states of mystical similitude	C
If one but speaks or hems or stirs his chair	E
Ever the wonder waxeth more and more	F
So that we say 'All this hath been before	F
All this hath been I know not when or where '	-
So friend when first I look'd upon your face	G
Our thought gave answer each to each so true	B
Opposed mirrors each reflecting each	H
That tho' I knew not in what time or place	G
Methought that I had often met with you	B
And either lived in either's heart and speech	H
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II	A
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To J M K	I
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My hope and heart is with thee thou wilt be	J
A latter Luther and a soldier priest	C
To scare church harpies from the master's feast	C
Our dusted velvets have much need of thee	J
Thou art no Sabbath drawler of old saws	K
Distill'd from some worm canker'd homily	J
But spurr'd at heart with fieriest energy	J
To embattail and to wall about thy cause	L
With iron worded proof hating to hark	M
The humming of the drowsy pulpit drone	N
Half God's good Sabbath while the worn out clerk	O
Brow beats his desk below Thou from a throne	N
Mounted in heaven wilt shoot into the dark	M
Arrows of lightnings I will stand and mark	M
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III	A
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Mine be the strength of spirit full and free	J
Like some broad river rushing down alone	N
With the selfsame impulse wherewith he was thrown	N
From his loud fount upon the echoing lea	J
Which with increasing might doth forward flee	J
By town and tower and hill and cape and isle	P
And in the middle of the green salt sea	J
Keeps his blue waters fresh for many a mile	P
Mine be the power which ever to its sway	I
Will win the wise at once and by degrees	Q
May into uncongenial spirits flow	R
Even as the warm gulf stream of Florida	C
Floats far away into the Northern seas	Q
The lavish growths of southern Mexico	R
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IV	S
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ALEXANDER	T
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Warrior of God whose strong right arm debased	C
The throne of Persia when her Satrap bled	C
At Issus by the Syrian gates or fled	C
Beyond the Memmian naphtha pits disgraced	C
For ever thee thy pathway sand erased	C
Gliding with equal crowns two serpents led	C
Joyful to that palm planted fountain fed	C
Ammonian Oasis in the waste	C
There in a silent shade of laurel brown	U
Apart the Chamian Oracle divine	V
Shelter'd his unapproached mysteries	Q
High things were spoken there unhanded down	U
Only they saw thee from the secret shrine	V
Returning with hot cheek and kindled eyes	W
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V	S
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BUONAPARTE	C
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He thought to quell the stubborn hearts of oak	X
Madman to chain with chains and bind with bands	Y
That island queen who sways the floods and lands	Y
From Ind to Ind but in fair daylight woke	X
When from her wooden walls lit by sure hands	Y
With thunders and with lightnings and with smoke	X
Peal after peal the British battle broke	X
Lulling the brine against the Coptic sands	Y
We taught him lowlier moods when Elsinore	F
Heard the war moan along the distant sea	S
Rocking with shatter'd spars with sudden fires	Z
Flamed over at Trafalgar yet once more	F
We taught him late he learned humility	S
Perforce like those whom Gideon school'd with briers	Z
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VI	S
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POLAND	C
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How long O God shall men be ridden down	U
And trampled under by the last and least	C
Of men The heart of Poland hath not ceased	C
To quiver tho' her sacred blood doth drown	U
The fields and out of every smouldering town	U
Cries to Thee lest brute Power be increased	C
Till that o'ergrown Barbarian in the East	C
Transgress his ample bound to some new crown	U
Cries to Thee 'Lord how long shall these things be	S
How long this icy hearted Muscovite	C
Oppress the region ' Us O Just and Good	C
Forgive who smiled when she was torn in three	S
Us who stand now when we should aid the right	C
A matter to be wept with tears of blood	C
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VII	S
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Caress'd or chidden by the slender hand	C
And singing airy trifles this or that	C
Light Hope at Beauty's call would perch and stand	C
And run thro' every change of sharp and flat	C
And Fancy came and at her pillow sat	C
When Sleep had bound her in his rosy band	C
And chased away the still recurring gnat	C
And woke her with a lay from fairy land	C
But now they live with Beauty less and less	Z
For Hope is other Hope and wanders far	A2
Nor cares to lisp in love's delicious creeds	Z
And Fancy watches in the wilderness	Z
Poor Fancy sadder than a single star	A2
That sets at twilight in a land of reeds	Z
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VIII	S
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The form the form alone is eloquent	C
A nobler yearning never broke her rest	C
Than but to dance and sing be gaily drest	C
And win all eyes with all accomplishment	C
Yet in the whirling dances as we went	C
My fancy made me for a moment blest	C
To find my heart so near the beauteous breast	C
That once had power to rob it of content	C
A moment came the tenderness of tears	Z
The phantom of a wish that once could move	S
A ghost of passion that no smiles restore	F
For ah the slight coquette she cannot love	S
And if you kiss'd her feet a thousand years	Z
She still would take the praise and care no more	F
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IX	Z
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Wan Sculptor weepest thou to take the cast	C
Of those dead lineaments that near thee lie	S
O sorrowest thou pale Painter for the past	C
In painting some dead friend from memory	S
Weep on beyond his object Love can last	C
His object lives more cause to weep have I	S
My tears no tears of love are flowing fast	C
No tears of love but tears that Love can die	S
I pledge her not in any cheerful cup	B2
Nor care to sit beside her where she sits	Z
Ah pity hint it not in human tones	Z
But breathe it into earth and close it up	B2
With secret death for ever in the pits	Z
Which some green Christmas crams with weary bones	Z
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X	Z
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If I were loved as I desire to be	S
What is there in the great sphere of the earth	C2
And range of evil between death and birth	C2
That I should fear if I were loved by thee	S
All the inner all the outer world of pain	D2
Clear Love would pierce and cleave if thou wert mine	V
As I have heard that somewhere in the main	D2
Fresh water springs come up through bitter brine	V
'Twere joy not fear claspt hand in hand with thee	S
To wait for death mute careless of all ills	Z
Apart upon a mountain tho' the surge	E2
Of some new deluge from a thousand hills	Z
Flung leagues of roaring foam into the gorge	F2
Below us as far on as eye could see	S
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XI	S
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THE BRIDESMAID	C
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O bridesmaid ere the happy knot was tied	C
Thine eyes so wept that they could hardly see	S
Thy sister smiled and said 'No tears for me	S
A happy bridesmaid makes a happy bride '	-
And then the couple standing side by side	C
Love lighted down between them full of glee	S
And over his left shoulder laugh'd at thee	S
'O happy bridesmaid make a happy bride '	-
And all at once a pleasant truth I learn'd	C
For while the tender service made thee weep	G2
I loved thee for the tear thou couldst not hide	C
And prest thy hand and knew the press return'd	C
And thought 'My life is sick of single sleep	G2
O happy bridesmaid make a happy bride '	-