The Person Of The House Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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IDYL CCCLXVIA
THE ACCOMPANIMENTSB
The Monthly NurseC
The CaudleD
The SentencesE
THE KIDF
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THE MONTHLY NURSEC
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The sickly airs had died of dampG
Through huddling leaves the holy chimeH
Flagged I expecting Mrs GampG
Thought Will the woman come in timeH
Upstairs I knew the matron bedI
Held her whose name confirms all joyJ
To me and tremblingly I saidI
Ah will it be a girl or boyJ
And soothed my fluttering doubts beganK
To sift the pleasantness of thingsL
Developing the unshapen manK
An eagle baffled of his wingsL
Considering next how fair the stateM
And large the license that sublimesL
A nineteenth century female fateM
Sweet cause that thralls my liberal rhymesL
And Chastities and colder ShamesL
Decorums mute and marvellousL
And fair Behaviour that reclaimsL
All fancies grown erroneousL
Moved round me musing till my choiceL
Faltered A female in a wigN
Stood by me and a drouthy voiceL
Announced her Mrs Betsy PrigN
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THE CAUDLED
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Sweet Love that sways the reeling yearsL
The crown and chief of certitudesL
For whose calm eyes and modest earsL
Time writes the rule and text of prudesL
That surpliced stoops a nuptial headI
Nor chooses to live blindly freeO
But with all pulses quietedP
Plays tunes of domesticityO
That Love I sing of and have sungQ
And mean to sing till Death yawn sheerR
He rules the music of my tongueQ
Stills it or quickens there or hereS
I say but this as we went upT
I heard the Monthly give a sniffA
And if the big dog makes the pupT
She murmured then repeated ifA
The caudle on a slab was placedU
She snuffed it snorting loud and longV
I fled I would not stop to tasteU
And dreamed all night of things gone wrongV
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THE SENTENCESL
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I-
Abortive Love is half a sinW
But Love's abortions dearer farX
Than wheels without an axle pinW
Or life without a married starX
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II-
My rules are hard to understandY
For him whom sensual rules depressL
A bandbox in a midwife's handY
May hold a costlier bridal dressL
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III-
I like her not in fact I loatheZ
Bugs hath she brought from London bedsL
Friend wouldst thou rather bear their growthA2
Or have a baby with two headsL
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IDYL CCCLXVIA
THE KIDF
My spirit in the doorway's pauseL
Fluttered with fancies in my breastB2
Obsequious to all decent lawsL
I felt exceedingly distressedB2
I knew it rude to enter thereC2
With Mrs V in such a stateM
And 'neath a magisterial airC2
Felt actually indelicateD2
I knew the nurse began to grinW
I turned to greet my Love Said sheO
Confound your modesty come inW
What shall we call the darling VO
There are so many charming namesL
Girls' Peg Moll Doll Fan Kate Blanche BabE2
Boys' Mahershahal hashbaz JamesL
Luke Nick Dick Mark AminadabE2
Lo as the acorn to the oakF2
As well heads to the river's heightG2
As to the chicken the moist yolkF2
As to high noon the day's first whiteG2
Such is the baby to the manK
There straddling one red arm and legH2
Lay my last work in length a spanK
Half hatched and conscious of the eggH2
A creditable child I hopedI2
And half a score of joys to beE2
Through sunny lengths of prospect slopedI2
Smooth to the bland futurityI2
O fate surpassing other doomsL
O hope above all wrecks of timeH
O light that fills all vanquished gloomsL
O silent song o'ermastering rhymeH
I covered either little footI2
I drew the strings about its waistI2
Pink as the unshell'd inner fruitI2
But barely decent hardly chasteI2
Its nudity had startled meE2
But when the petticoats were onJ2
I know I said its name shall beE2
Paul Cyril Athanasius JohnJ2
Why said my wife the child's a girlK2
My brain swooned sick with failing senseL
With all perception in a whirlK2
How could I tell the differenceL
Nay smiled the nurse the child's a boyE2
And all my soul was soothed to hearS
That so it was then startled JoyE2
Mocked Sorrow with a doubtful tearC2
And I was glad as one who seesL
For sensual optics things unmeetI2
As purity makes passion freezeL
So faith warns science off her beatI2
Blessed are they that have not seenL2
And yet not seeing have believedI2
To walk by faith as preached the DeanL2
And not by sight have I achievedI2
Let love that does not look believeA
Let knowledge that believes not lookM2
Truth pins her trust on falsehood's sleeveA
While reason blunders by the bookM2
Then Mrs Prig addressed me thusL
Sir if you'll be advised by meE2
You'll leave the blessed babe to usL
It's my belief he wants his teaE2

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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