Love Thou Thy Land, With Love Far-brought Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBA CDDC ECCE FGGF CHHC CIIC JCCJ CKKC LCCL MNNM OCCO PCCP QCCQ RSTR CUUC VWWV XOOY CZA2C B2C2C2D2 E2CCF2 CG2G2C GH2I2G J2CCJ2 GZZGLove thou thy land with love far brought | A |
From out the storied past and used | B |
Within the present but transfused | B |
Thro' future time by power of thought | A |
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True love turn'd round on fixed poles | C |
Love that endures not sordid ends | D |
For English natures freemen friends | D |
Thy brothers and immortal souls | C |
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But pamper not a hasty time | E |
Nor feed with crude imaginings | C |
The herd wild hearts and feeble wings | C |
That every sophister can lime | E |
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Deliver not the tasks of might | F |
To weakness neither hide the ray | G |
From those not blind who wait for day | G |
Tho' sitting girt with doubtful light | F |
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Make knowledge circle with the winds | C |
But let her herald Reverence fly | H |
Before her to whatever sky | H |
Bear seed of men and growth of minds | C |
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Watch what main currents draw the years | C |
Cut Prejudice against the grain | I |
But gentle words are always gain | I |
Regard the weakness of thy peers | C |
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Nor toil for title place or touch | J |
Of pension neither count on praise | C |
It grows to guerdon after days | C |
Nor deal in watch words overmuch | J |
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Not clinging to some ancient saw | C |
Not master'd by some modern term | K |
Not swift nor slow to change but firm | K |
And in its season bring the law | C |
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That from Discussion's lip may fall | L |
With Life that working strongly binds | C |
Set in all lights by many minds | C |
To close the interests of all | L |
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For Nature also cold and warm | M |
And moist and dry devising long | N |
Thro' many agents making strong | N |
Matures the individual form | M |
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Meet is it changes should control | O |
Our being lest we rust in ease | C |
We all are changed by still degrees | C |
All but the basis of the soul | O |
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So let the change which comes be free | P |
To ingroove itself with that which flies | C |
And work a joint of state that plies | C |
Its office moved with sympathy | P |
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A saying hard to shape in act | Q |
For all the past of Time reveals | C |
A bridal dawn of thunder peals | C |
Wherever Thought hath wedded Fact | Q |
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Even now we hear with inward strife | R |
A motion toiling in the gloom | S |
The Spirit of the years to come | T |
Yearning to mix himself with Life | R |
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A slow develop'd strength awaits | C |
Completion in a painful school | U |
Phantoms of other forms of rule | U |
New Majesties of mighty States | C |
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The warders of the growing hour | V |
But vague in vapor hard to mark | W |
And round them sea and air are dark | W |
With great contrivances of Power | V |
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Of many changes aptly join'd | X |
Is bodied forth the second whole | O |
Regard gradation lest the soul | O |
Of Discord race the rising wind | Y |
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A wind to puff your idol fires | C |
And heap their ashes on the head | Z |
To shame the boast so often made | A2 |
That we are wiser than our sires | C |
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O yet if Nature's evil star | B2 |
Drive men in manhood as in youth | C2 |
To follow flying steps of Truth | C2 |
Across the brazen bridge of war | D2 |
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If New and Old disastrous feud | E2 |
Must ever shock like armed foes | C |
And this be true till Time shall close | C |
That Principles are rain'd in blood | F2 |
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Not yet the wise of heart would cease | C |
To hold his hope thro' shame and guilt | G2 |
But with his hand against the hilt | G2 |
Would pace the troubled land like Peace | C |
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Not less tho' dogs of Faction bay | G |
Would serve his kind in deed and word | H2 |
Certain if knowledge bring the sword | I2 |
That knowledge takes the sword away | G |
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Would love the gleams of good that broke | J2 |
From either side nor veil his eyes | C |
And if some dreadful need should rise | C |
Would strike and firmly and one stroke | J2 |
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To morrow yet would reap to day | G |
As we bear blossom of the dead | Z |
Earn well the thrifty months nor wed | Z |
Raw Haste half sister to Delay | G |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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