Marjory Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDCDEEBB F BBBBGGHH I HJHJKKLL M NONOJJPP A Q QRQRSSBB F BTBUBBBB B EVEVDDBB F WUWUBBOO X YZYZGGA2A2 B2 PC2PC2JJWW A EJEJRRD2D2 E2 PBPBJJJJ F2 BF2BF2BBWW B IB2IB2OOAA A J AAAAJJAA G2 OH2OH2AAA2A2 I2 ABABJ2J2WW B BBBBJJAA B JJ2JJ2PPOO B BJ2BJ2J2J2JJ A J2 ABABK2K2J2J2 A OJ2| Spring Stornelli | A |
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| THE RIVULET | B |
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| OH clear smooth rivulet creeping through our bridge | C |
| With backward waves that cling around the shore | D |
| And is thy world beyond the dim blue ridge | C |
| More dear than this or does it need thee more | D |
| Oh lingering stream upon thy ceaseless way | E |
| Glide to to morrow yet 'tis fair to day | E |
| Beyond the hills and haze to morrows hide | B |
| To day is fair glide lingering ceaseless tide | B |
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| SPRING AND SUMMER | F |
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| And summer time is good but at its heat | B |
| The fair poor blossoms wither for the fruit | B |
| And song birds go that made our valley sweet | B |
| With useless ecstasies and the boughs are mute | B |
| And I would keep the blossoms and the song | G |
| And I would have it spring the whole year long | G |
| And I would have my life a year long spring | H |
| To never pass from hopes and blossoming | H |
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| THE PRIMROSE | I |
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| Dear welcome sweet pale stars of hope and spring | H |
| Young primroses blithe with the April air | J |
| My darlings waiting for my gathering | H |
| Sit in my bosom nestle in my hair | J |
| But oh the fairest laughs behind the brook | K |
| I cannot have it I can only look | K |
| Oh happy primrose on the further beach | L |
| One can but look on thee one cannot reach | L |
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| LINNET AND LARK | M |
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| Oh buoyant linnet in the flakes of thorn | N |
| Sing thy loud lay for joy and song are one | O |
| Oh skylark floating upwards into morn | N |
| Pour out thy carolling music of the sun | O |
| Sing sing be voices of the life ful air | J |
| Glad things that never knew the cage nor snare | J |
| Be voices of the air and fill the sky | P |
| Glad things that have no heed of by and by | P |
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| Summer Stornelli | A |
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| THE BEES IN THE LIME | Q |
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| AMID the thousand blossoms of the lime | Q |
| The gossip bees go humming to and fro | R |
| And oh the busy joy of working time | Q |
| And oh the fragrance when the lime trees blow | R |
| Take the sweet honeys deftly happy bees | S |
| And store them for the later days than these | S |
| Store happy bees these honeys for the frost | B |
| That sweetness of the blossom be not lost | B |
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| THE CORNFLOWER | F |
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| A field plant in my sheltered garden bed | B |
| And I have set it there to love it dear | T |
| It makes blue flowers to match skies overhead | B |
| Blue flowers for all the while the summer's here | U |
| Sky blooms that woke and budded with the wheat | B |
| Ye last and make the livelong summer sweet | B |
| Spread while the green wheat passes into gold | B |
| Sky blooms I planted in the garden mould | B |
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| THE FLOWING TIDE | B |
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| The slow green wave comes curling from the bay | E |
| And leaps in spray along the sunny marge | V |
| And steals a little more and more away | E |
| And drowns the dulse and lifts the stranded barge | V |
| Leave me strong tide my smooth and yellow shore | D |
| But the clear waters deepen more and more | D |
| Leave me my pathway of the sands strong tide | B |
| Yet are the waves more fair than all they hide | B |
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| THE WHISPER | F |
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| Some one has said a whispered word to me | W |
| The whisper whispers on within my ear | U |
| Oh little word hush hush and let me be | W |
| Hush little word too vexing sweet to hear | U |
| And if it will not hush what must I do | B |
| The word was 'Love' perchance the word was true | B |
| And if it will not hush must I repine | O |
| I am his love perchance then he is mine | O |
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| THE HEART THAT LACKS ROOM | X |
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| I love him and I love him and I love | Y |
| Oh heart my love goes welling o'er the brim | Z |
| He makes my light more than the sun above | Y |
| And what am I save what I am to him | Z |
| All will all hope I have to him belong | G |
| Oh heart thou art too small for love so strong | G |
| Oh heart grow large grow deeper for his sake | A2 |
| Oh love him better heart or thou wilt break | A2 |
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| THE LOVERS | B2 |
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| And we are lovers lovers he and I | P |
| Oh sweet dear name that angels envy us | C2 |
| Lovers for now lovers for by and by | P |
| And God to hear us call each other thus | C2 |
| Flow softly river of our life and fair | J |
| We float together to the otherwhere | J |
| Storm river of our life if storm must be | W |
| We brunt thy tide together to that sea | W |
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| THE NIGHTINGALE | A |
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| From the dusk elm rings out a changing lay | E |
| The human hearted nightingale sings there | J |
| Why not like little minstrels of the day | E |
| Sweet voice fling only raptures on the air | J |
| 'Tis that she's kin to us and has our woe | R |
| Something that's lost or something yet to know | R |
| 'Tis that she's kin to us and sings our bliss | D2 |
| Loving to know love is yet more than this | D2 |
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| THE STORM | E2 |
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| Storm in the dimness of the purpled sky | P |
| And the sharp flash leaps out from cloud to cloud | B |
| But the blue lifted corner spreads more high | P |
| Brightness and brightness bursts the gathered shroud | B |
| Aye pass black storm thou hadst thy threatening hour | J |
| Now the freed beams make rainbows of the shower | J |
| Now the freed sunbeams break into the air | J |
| Pass and the sky forgets thee and is fair | J |
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| BABY EYES | F2 |
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| Blue baby eyes they are so sweetest sweet | B |
| And yet they have not learned love's dear replies | F2 |
| They beg not smiles nor call for me nor greet | B |
| But clear unshrinking note me with surprise | F2 |
| But eyes that have your father's curve of lid | B |
| You'll learn the look that he keeps somewhere hid | B |
| You'll smile grave baby eyes and I shall see | W |
| The look your father keeps for only me | W |
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| THE BINDWEED | B |
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| In all fair hues from white to mingled rose | I |
| Along the hedge the clasping bindweed flowers | B2 |
| And when one chalice shuts a new one blows | I |
| There's blooming for all minutes of the hours | B2 |
| Along the hedge beside the trodden lane | O |
| Where day by day we pass and pass again | O |
| Rosy and white along the busy mile | A |
| A flower for every step and all the while | A |
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| Autumn Stornelli | A |
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| THE HEATHER | J |
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| THE leagues of heather lie on moor and hill | A |
| And make soft purple dimness and red glow | A |
| No butterfly may call the blithe wind chill | A |
| That brings the ruddy heather bells a blow | A |
| The song birds half forget the world is fair | J |
| And pipe no lays because the heather's there | J |
| Oh foolish birds that have no joyous lay | A |
| With hill and moor a garden ground to day | A |
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| LATE ROSES | G2 |
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| The swallows went last week but 'twas too soon | O |
| For look the sunbeams streaming on their eaves | H2 |
| And look my rose a very child of June | O |
| Spreading its crimson coronet of leaves | H2 |
| Was it too late my rose to bud and blow | A |
| For when the summer wanes her roses go | A |
| Bloom rose there are more roses yet to wake | A2 |
| With hearts of sweetness for the summer's sake | A2 |
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| THE BRAMBLES | I2 |
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| So tall along the dusty highway row | A |
| So wide on the free heath the brambles spread | B |
| Here's the pink bud and here the full white blow | A |
| And here the black ripe berry here the red | B |
| Bud flower and fruit among the mingling thorns | J2 |
| And dews to feed them in the autumn morns | J2 |
| Fruit flower and bud together thou rich tree | W |
| And oh but life's a happy time for me | W |
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| WE TWO | B |
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| The road slopes on that leads us to the last | B |
| And we two tread it softly side by side | B |
| 'Tis a blithe count the milestones we have passed | B |
| Step fitting step and each of us for guide | B |
| My love and I thy love our road is fair | J |
| And fairest most because the other's there | J |
| Our road is fair adown the harvest hill | A |
| But fairest that we two are we two still | A |
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| WE TWO | B |
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| We two we two the children's smiles are dear | J |
| Thank God how dear the bonny children's smiles | J2 |
| But 'tis we two among our own ones here | J |
| We two along life's way through all the whiles | J2 |
| To think if we had passed each other by | P |
| And he not he apart and I not I | P |
| And oh to think if we had never known | O |
| And I not I and he not he alone | O |
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| THE APPLE ORCHARD | B |
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| The apple branches bend with ripening weight | B |
| The apple branches rosy as with flowers | J2 |
| You'd think red giant fuchsias blooming late | B |
| Within this sunny orchard ground of ours | J2 |
| Give us your shade fair fountain trees of fruits | J2 |
| We rest upon the mosses at your roots | J2 |
| Fair fountain trees of fruits drop windfalls here | J |
| Lo ripening store for all the coming year | J |
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| Winter Stornelli | A |
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| THE SNOWS | J2 |
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| THE green and happy world is hidden away | A |
| Cold cold the ghostly snows lie on its breast | B |
| The white miles reach the shadows wan and grey | A |
| 'Neath wan grey skies unchanged from east to west | B |
| Sleep on beneath the snows chilled barren earth | K2 |
| There are no blossoms for thy winter dearth | K2 |
| Break not nor melt fall still from heaven wan snows | J2 |
| Hide the spoiled earth and numb her to repose | J2 |
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| THE HOLLY | A |
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| 'Tis a brave tree While round its boughs in vain | O |
| The warring wind of January bites | J2 |
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