Locksley Hall Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Comrades leave me here a little while as yet 't is early mornA
Leave me here and when you want me sound upon the bugle hornA
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'T is the place and all around it as of old the curlews callB
Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley HallB
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Locksley Hall that in the distance overlooks the sandy tractsC
And the hollow ocean ridges roaring into cataractsC
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Many a night from yonder ivied casement ere I went to restD
Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the WestD
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Many a night I saw the Pleiads rising thro' the mellow shadeE
Glitter like a swarm of fire flies tangled in a silver braidE
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Here about the beach I wander'd nourishing a youth sublimeF
With the fairy tales of science and the long result of TimeF
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When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land reposedE
When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closedE
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When I dipt into the future far as human eye could seeG
Saw the Vision of the world and all the wonder that would beG
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In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breastE
In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crestE
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In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd doveH
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of loveH
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Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so youngI
And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance hungI
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And I said My cousin Amy speak and speak the truth to meG
Trust me cousin all the current of my being sets to theeG
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On her pallid cheek and forehead came a colour and a lightE
As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the northern nightE
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And she turn'd her bosom shaken with a sudden storm of sighsJ
All the spirit deeply dawning in the dark of hazel eyesJ
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Saying I have hid my feelings fearing they should do me wrongK
Saying Dost thou love me cousin weeping I have loved thee longK
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Love took up the glass of Time and turn'd it in his glowing handsL
Every moment lightly shaken ran itself in golden sandsL
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Love took up the harp of Life and smote on all the chords with mightE
Smote the chord of Self that trembling pass'd in music out of sightE
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Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ringM
And her whisper throng'd my pulses with the fulness of the SpringM
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Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately shipsN
And our spirits rush'd together at the touching of the lipsN
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O my cousin shallow hearted O my Amy mine no moreO
O the dreary dreary moorland O the barren barren shoreO
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Falser than all fancy fathoms falser than all songs have sungI
Puppet to a father's threat and servile to a shrewish tongueI
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Is it well to wish thee happy having known me to declineP
On a range of lower feelings and a narrower heart than mineP
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Yet it shall be thou shalt lower to his level day by dayE
What is fine within thee growing coarse to sympathize with clayE
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As the husband is the wife is thou art mated with a clownQ
And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee downQ
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He will hold thee when his passion shall have spent its novel forceR
Something better than his dog a little dearer than his horseR
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What is this his eyes are heavy think not they are glazed with wineP
Go to him it is thy duty kiss him take his hand in thineP
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It may be my lord is weary that his brain is overwroughtE
Soothe him with thy finer fancies touch him with thy lighter thoughtE
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He will answer to the purpose easy things to understandE
Better thou wert dead before me tho' I slew thee with my handE
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Better thou and I were lying hidden from the heart's disgraceS
Roll'd in one another's arms and silent in a last embraceS
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Cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength of youthT
Cursed be the social lies that warp us from the living truthT
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Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Nature's ruleU
Cursed be the gold that gilds the straiten'd forehead of the foolU
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Well 't is well that I should bluster Hadst thou less unworthy provedE
Would to God for I had loved thee more than ever wife was lovedE
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Am I mad that I should cherish that which bears but bitter fruitE
I will pluck it from my bosom tho' my heart be at the rootE
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Never tho' my mortal summers to such length of years should comeV
As the many winter'd crow that leads the clanging rookery homeW
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Where is comfort in division of the records of the mindE
Can I part her from herself and love her as I knew her kindE
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I remember one that perish'd sweetly did she speak and moveX
Such a one do I remember whom to look at was to loveH
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Can I think of her as dead and love her for the love she boreO
No she never loved me truly love is love for evermoreO
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Comfort comfort scorn'd of devils this is truth the poet singsY
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier thingsY
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Drug thy memories lest thou learn it lest thy heart be put to proofZ
In the dead unhappy night and when the rain is on the roofZ
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Like a dog he hunts in dreams and thou art staring at the wallB
Where the dying night lamp flickers and the shadows rise and fallB
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Then a hand shall pass before thee pointing to his drunken sleepA2
To thy widow'd marriage pillows to the tears that thou wilt weepA2
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Thou shalt hear the Never never whisper'd by the phantom yearsB2
And a song from out the distance in the ringing of thine earsB2
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And an eye shall vex thee looking ancient kindness on thy painC2
Turn thee turn thee on thy pillow get thee to thy rest againD2
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Nay but Nature brings thee solace for a tender voice will cryE2
'T is a purer life than thine a lip to drain thy trouble dryE2
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Baby lips will laugh me down my latest rival brings thee restE
Baby fingers waxen touches press me from the mother's breastE
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O the child too clothes the father with a dearness not his dueE
Half is thine and half is his it will be worthy of the twoE
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O I see thee old and formal fitted to thy petty partE
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heartE
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They were dangerous guides the feelings she herself was not exemptE
Truly she herself had suffer'd Perish in thy self contemptE
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Overlive it lower yet be happy wherefore should I careF2
I myself must mix with action lest I wither by despairF2
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What is that which I should turn to lighting upon days like theseG2
Every door is barr'd with gold and opens but to golden keysG2
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Every gate is throng'd with suitors all the markets overflowH2
I have but an angry fancy what is that which I should doE
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I had been content to perish falling on the foeman's groundE
When the ranks are roll'd in vapour and the winds are laid with soundE
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But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feelsI2
And the nations do but murmur snarling at each other's heelsI2
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Can I but relive in sadness I will turn that earlier pageJ2
Hide me from my deep emotion O thou wondrous Mother AgeJ2
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Make me feel the wild pulsation that I felt before the strifeK2
When I heard my days before me and the tumult of my lifeK2
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Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would yieldE
Eager hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father's fieldE
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And at night along the dusky highway near and nearer drawnL2
Sees in heaven the light of London flaring like a dreary dawnL2
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And his spirit leaps within him to be gone before him thenD2
Underneath the light he looks at in among the throngs of menD2
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Men my brothers men the workers ever reaping something newE
That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall doE
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For I dipt into the future far as human eye could seeG
Saw the Vision of the world and all the wonder that would beG
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Saw the heavens fill with commerce argosies of magic sailsM2
Pilots of the purple twilight dropping down with costly balesM2
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Heard the heavens fill with shouting and there rain'd a ghastly dewE
From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central blueE
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Far along the world wide whisper of the south wind rushing warmN2
With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunder stormN2
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Till the war drum throbb'd no longer and the battle flags were furl'dE
In the Parliament of man the Federation of the worldE
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There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in aweO2
And the kindly earth shall slumber lapt in universal lawP2
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So I triumph'd ere my passion sweeping thro' me left me dryE2
Left me with the palsied heart and left me with the jaundiced eyeE2
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Eye to which all order festers all things here are out of jointE
Science moves but slowly slowly creeping on from point to pointE
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Slowly comes a hungry people as a lion creeping nigherE2
Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly dying fireE2
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Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runsQ2
And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the sunsQ2
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What is that to him that reaps not harvest of his youthful joysR2
Tho' the deep heart of existence beat for ever like a boy'sR2
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Knowledge comes but wisdom lingers and I linger on the shoreE2
And the individual withers and the world is more and moreE2
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Knowledge comes but wisdom lingers and he bears a laden breastE
Full of sad experience moving toward the stillness of his restE
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Hark my merry comrades call me sounding on the bugle hornA
They to whom my foolish passion were a target for their scornA
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Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd stringM
I am shamed thro' all my nature to have loved so slight a thingM
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Weakness to be wroth with weakness woman's pleasure woman's painC2
Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brainC2
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Woman is the lesser man and all thy passions match'd with mineP
Are as moonlight unto sunlight and as water unto wineP
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Here at least where nature sickens nothing Ah for some retreatE
Deep in yonder shining Orient where my life began to beatE
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Where in wild Mahratta battle fell my father evil starr'dE
I was left a trampled orphan and a selfish uncle's wardE
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Or to burst all links of habit there to wander far awayE
On from island unto island at the gateways of the dayE
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Larger constellations burning mellow moons and happy skiesJ
Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster knots of ParadiseS2
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Never comes the trader never floats an European flagT2
Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland swings the trailer from the cragT2
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Droops the heavy blossom'd bower hangs the heavy fruited treeE2
Summer isles of Eden lying in dark purple spheres of seaE2
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There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mindE
In the steamship in the railway in the thoughts that shake mankindE
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There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing spaceS
I will take some savage woman she shall rear my dusky raceS
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Iron jointed supple sinew'd they shall dive and they shall runU2
Catch the wild goat by the hair and hurl their lances in the sunU2
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Whistle back the parrot's call and leap the rainbows of the brooksV2
Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable booksV2
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Fool again the dream the fancy but I know my words are wildE
But I count the gray barbarian lower than the Christian childE
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I to herd with narrow foreheads vacant of our glorious gainsW2
Like a beast with lower pleasures like a beast with lower painsW2
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Mated with a squalid savage what to me were sun or climeN2
I the heir of all the ages in the foremost files of timeN2
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I that rather held it better men should perish one by oneU2
Than that earth should stand at gaze like Joshua's moon in AjalonU2
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Not in vain the distance beacons Forward forward let us rangeX2
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of changeX2
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Thro' the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger dayE
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of CathayE
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Mother Age for mine I knew not help me as when life begunU2
Rift the hills and roll the waters flash the lightnings weigh the SunU2
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O I see the crescent promise of my spirit hath not setE
Ancient founts of inspiration well thro' all my fancy yetE
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Howsoever these things be a long farewell to Locksley HallB
Now for me the woods may wither now for me the roof tree fallB
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Comes a vapour from the margin blackening over heath and holtE
Cramming all the blast before it in its breast a thunderboltE
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Let it fall on Locksley Hall with rain or hail or fire or snowU2
For the mighty wind arises roaring seaward and I goU2

Alfred Lord Tennyson



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