Marjory Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Spring StornelliA
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THE RIVULETB
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OH clear smooth rivulet creeping through our bridgeC
With backward waves that cling around the shoreD
And is thy world beyond the dim blue ridgeC
More dear than this or does it need thee moreD
Oh lingering stream upon thy ceaseless wayE
Glide to to morrow yet 'tis fair to dayE
Beyond the hills and haze to morrows hideB
To day is fair glide lingering ceaseless tideB
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SPRING AND SUMMERF
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And summer time is good but at its heatB
The fair poor blossoms wither for the fruitB
And song birds go that made our valley sweetB
With useless ecstasies and the boughs are muteB
And I would keep the blossoms and the songG
And I would have it spring the whole year longG
And I would have my life a year long springH
To never pass from hopes and blossomingH
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THE PRIMROSEI
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Dear welcome sweet pale stars of hope and springH
Young primroses blithe with the April airJ
My darlings waiting for my gatheringH
Sit in my bosom nestle in my hairJ
But oh the fairest laughs behind the brookK
I cannot have it I can only lookK
Oh happy primrose on the further beachL
One can but look on thee one cannot reachL
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LINNET AND LARKM
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Oh buoyant linnet in the flakes of thornN
Sing thy loud lay for joy and song are oneO
Oh skylark floating upwards into mornN
Pour out thy carolling music of the sunO
Sing sing be voices of the life ful airJ
Glad things that never knew the cage nor snareJ
Be voices of the air and fill the skyP
Glad things that have no heed of by and byP
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Summer StornelliA
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THE BEES IN THE LIMEQ
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AMID the thousand blossoms of the limeQ
The gossip bees go humming to and froR
And oh the busy joy of working timeQ
And oh the fragrance when the lime trees blowR
Take the sweet honeys deftly happy beesS
And store them for the later days than theseS
Store happy bees these honeys for the frostB
That sweetness of the blossom be not lostB
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THE CORNFLOWERF
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A field plant in my sheltered garden bedB
And I have set it there to love it dearT
It makes blue flowers to match skies overheadB
Blue flowers for all the while the summer's hereU
Sky blooms that woke and budded with the wheatB
Ye last and make the livelong summer sweetB
Spread while the green wheat passes into goldB
Sky blooms I planted in the garden mouldB
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THE FLOWING TIDEB
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The slow green wave comes curling from the bayE
And leaps in spray along the sunny margeV
And steals a little more and more awayE
And drowns the dulse and lifts the stranded bargeV
Leave me strong tide my smooth and yellow shoreD
But the clear waters deepen more and moreD
Leave me my pathway of the sands strong tideB
Yet are the waves more fair than all they hideB
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THE WHISPERF
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Some one has said a whispered word to meW
The whisper whispers on within my earU
Oh little word hush hush and let me beW
Hush little word too vexing sweet to hearU
And if it will not hush what must I doB
The word was 'Love' perchance the word was trueB
And if it will not hush must I repineO
I am his love perchance then he is mineO
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THE HEART THAT LACKS ROOMX
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I love him and I love him and I loveY
Oh heart my love goes welling o'er the brimZ
He makes my light more than the sun aboveY
And what am I save what I am to himZ
All will all hope I have to him belongG
Oh heart thou art too small for love so strongG
Oh heart grow large grow deeper for his sakeA2
Oh love him better heart or thou wilt breakA2
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THE LOVERSB2
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And we are lovers lovers he and IP
Oh sweet dear name that angels envy usC2
Lovers for now lovers for by and byP
And God to hear us call each other thusC2
Flow softly river of our life and fairJ
We float together to the otherwhereJ
Storm river of our life if storm must beW
We brunt thy tide together to that seaW
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THE NIGHTINGALEA
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From the dusk elm rings out a changing layE
The human hearted nightingale sings thereJ
Why not like little minstrels of the dayE
Sweet voice fling only raptures on the airJ
'Tis that she's kin to us and has our woeR
Something that's lost or something yet to knowR
'Tis that she's kin to us and sings our blissD2
Loving to know love is yet more than thisD2
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THE STORME2
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Storm in the dimness of the purpled skyP
And the sharp flash leaps out from cloud to cloudB
But the blue lifted corner spreads more highP
Brightness and brightness bursts the gathered shroudB
Aye pass black storm thou hadst thy threatening hourJ
Now the freed beams make rainbows of the showerJ
Now the freed sunbeams break into the airJ
Pass and the sky forgets thee and is fairJ
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BABY EYESF2
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Blue baby eyes they are so sweetest sweetB
And yet they have not learned love's dear repliesF2
They beg not smiles nor call for me nor greetB
But clear unshrinking note me with surpriseF2
But eyes that have your father's curve of lidB
You'll learn the look that he keeps somewhere hidB
You'll smile grave baby eyes and I shall seeW
The look your father keeps for only meW
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THE BINDWEEDB
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In all fair hues from white to mingled roseI
Along the hedge the clasping bindweed flowersB2
And when one chalice shuts a new one blowsI
There's blooming for all minutes of the hoursB2
Along the hedge beside the trodden laneO
Where day by day we pass and pass againO
Rosy and white along the busy mileA
A flower for every step and all the whileA
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Autumn StornelliA
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THE HEATHERJ
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THE leagues of heather lie on moor and hillA
And make soft purple dimness and red glowA
No butterfly may call the blithe wind chillA
That brings the ruddy heather bells a blowA
The song birds half forget the world is fairJ
And pipe no lays because the heather's thereJ
Oh foolish birds that have no joyous layA
With hill and moor a garden ground to dayA
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LATE ROSESG2
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The swallows went last week but 'twas too soonO
For look the sunbeams streaming on their eavesH2
And look my rose a very child of JuneO
Spreading its crimson coronet of leavesH2
Was it too late my rose to bud and blowA
For when the summer wanes her roses goA
Bloom rose there are more roses yet to wakeA2
With hearts of sweetness for the summer's sakeA2
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THE BRAMBLESI2
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So tall along the dusty highway rowA
So wide on the free heath the brambles spreadB
Here's the pink bud and here the full white blowA
And here the black ripe berry here the redB
Bud flower and fruit among the mingling thornsJ2
And dews to feed them in the autumn mornsJ2
Fruit flower and bud together thou rich treeW
And oh but life's a happy time for meW
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WE TWOB
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The road slopes on that leads us to the lastB
And we two tread it softly side by sideB
'Tis a blithe count the milestones we have passedB
Step fitting step and each of us for guideB
My love and I thy love our road is fairJ
And fairest most because the other's thereJ
Our road is fair adown the harvest hillA
But fairest that we two are we two stillA
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WE TWOB
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We two we two the children's smiles are dearJ
Thank God how dear the bonny children's smilesJ2
But 'tis we two among our own ones hereJ
We two along life's way through all the whilesJ2
To think if we had passed each other byP
And he not he apart and I not IP
And oh to think if we had never knownO
And I not I and he not he aloneO
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THE APPLE ORCHARDB
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The apple branches bend with ripening weightB
The apple branches rosy as with flowersJ2
You'd think red giant fuchsias blooming lateB
Within this sunny orchard ground of oursJ2
Give us your shade fair fountain trees of fruitsJ2
We rest upon the mosses at your rootsJ2
Fair fountain trees of fruits drop windfalls hereJ
Lo ripening store for all the coming yearJ
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Winter StornelliA
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THE SNOWSJ2
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THE green and happy world is hidden awayA
Cold cold the ghostly snows lie on its breastB
The white miles reach the shadows wan and greyA
'Neath wan grey skies unchanged from east to westB
Sleep on beneath the snows chilled barren earthK2
There are no blossoms for thy winter dearthK2
Break not nor melt fall still from heaven wan snowsJ2
Hide the spoiled earth and numb her to reposeJ2
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THE HOLLYA
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'Tis a brave tree While round its boughs in vainO
The warring wind of January bitesJ2

Augusta Davies Webster



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