A Voice From The Factories Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCBCDE FDFDDGDGHE DIDIIJIDJK LMLMMCMCCK NCNCCOCOOK KDKDDPDPPK QRQSSTSTTK PUPUUDUDDP DDDDDFDFFP PVPVVKVKKP PDPDDPDPP WP PDPDDXDXXP DPDPPYPAAK DPDPPCPCCK PCPCCRCRRK ZDZDDA2DB2A2K PFPFFDFD K DIDIIDID D DCDCCDCDDD C2WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven | A |
Forth to a world of labour death and care | B |
Still of his native Eden bounteous Heaven | A |
Resolved one brief memorial to spare | B |
And gave his offspring an imperfect share | B |
Of that lost happiness amid decay | C |
Making their first approach to life seem fair | B |
And giving for the Eden past away | C |
CHILDHOOD the weary life's long happy holyday | D |
II | E |
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Sacred to heavenly peace those years remain | F |
And when with clouds their dawn is overcast | D |
Unnatural seem the sorrow and the pain | F |
Which rosy joy flies forth to banish fast | D |
Because that season's sadness may not last | D |
Light is their grief a word of fondness cheers | G |
The unhaunted heart the shadow glideth past | D |
Unknown to them the weight of boding fears | G |
And soft as dew on flowers their bright ungrieving tears | H |
III | E |
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See the Stage Wonder taught to earn its bread | D |
By the exertion of an infant skill | I |
Forsake the wholesome slumbers of its bed | D |
And mime obedient to the public will | I |
Where is the heart so cold that does not thrill | I |
With a vexatious sympathy to see | J |
That child prepare to play its part and still | I |
With simulated airs of gaiety | D |
Rise to the dangerous rope and bend the supple knee | J |
IV | K |
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Painted and spangled trembling there it stands | L |
Glances below for friend or father's face | M |
Then lifts its small round arms and feeble hands | L |
With the taught movements of an artist's grace | M |
Leaves its uncertain gilded resting place | M |
Springs lightly as the elastic cord gives way | C |
And runs along with scarce perceptible pace | M |
Like a bright bird upon a waving spray | C |
Fluttering and sinking still whene'er the branches play | C |
V | K |
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Now watch a joyless and distorted smile | N |
Its innocent lips assume the dancer's leer | C |
Conquering its terror for a little while | N |
Then lets the TRUTH OF INFANCY appear | C |
And with a stare of numbed and childish fear | C |
Looks sadly towards the audience come to gaze | O |
On the unwonted skill which costs so dear | C |
While still the applauding crowd with pleased amaze | O |
Ring through its dizzy ears unwelcome shouts of praise | O |
VI | K |
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What is it makes us feel relieved to see | K |
That hapless little dancer reach the ground | D |
With its whole spirit's elasticity | K |
Thrown into one glad safe triumphant bound | D |
Why are we sad when as it gazes round | D |
At that wide sea of paint and gauze and plumes | P |
Once more awake to sense and sight and sound | D |
The nature of its age it re assumes | P |
And one spontaneous smile at length its face illumes | P |
VII | K |
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Because we feel for Childhood's years and strength | Q |
Unnatural and hard the task hath been | R |
Because our sickened souls revolt at length | Q |
And ask what infant innocence may mean | S |
Thus toiling through the artificial scene | S |
Because at that word CHILDHOOD start to birth | T |
All dreams of hope and happiness serene | S |
All thoughts of innocent joy that visit earth | T |
Prayer slumber fondness smiles and hours of rosy mirth | T |
VIII | K |
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And therefore when we hear the shrill faint cries | P |
Which mark the wanderings of the little sweep | U |
Or when with glittering teeth and sunny eyes | P |
The boy Italian's voice so soft and deep | U |
Asks alms for his poor marmoset asleep | U |
They fill our hearts with pitying regret | D |
Those little vagrants doomed so soon to weep | U |
As though a term of joy for all was set | D |
And that their share of Life's long suffering was not yet | D |
IX | P |
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Ever a toiling child doth make us sad | D |
'T is an unnatural and mournful sight | D |
Because we feel their smiles should be so glad | D |
Because we know their eyes should be so bright | D |
What is it then when tasked beyond their might | D |
They labour all day long for others' gain | F |
Nay trespass on the still and pleasant night | D |
While uncompleted hours of toil remain | F |
Poor little FACTORY SLAVES for You these lines complain | F |
X | P |
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Beyond all sorrow which the wanderer knows | P |
Is that these little pent up wretches feel | V |
Where the air thick and close and stagnant grows | P |
And the low whirring of the incessant wheel | V |
Dizzies the head and makes the senses reel | V |
There shut for ever from the gladdening sky | K |
Vice premature and Care's corroding seal | V |
Stamp on each sallow cheek their hateful die | K |
Line the smooth open brow and sink the saddened eye | K |
XI | P |
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For them the fervid summer only brings | P |
A double curse of stifling withering heat | D |
For them no flowers spring up no wild bird sings | P |
No moss grown walks refresh their weary feet | D |
No river's murmuring sound no wood walk sweet | D |
With many a flower the learned slight and pass | P |
Nor meadow with pale cowslips thickly set | D |
Amid the soft leaves of its tufted grass | P |
Lure them a childish stock of treasures to amass | P |
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Page | W |
XII | P |
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Have we forgotten our own infancy | P |
That joys so simple are to them denied | D |
Our boyhood's hopes our wanderings far and free | P |
Where yellow gorse bush left the common wide | D |
And open to the breeze The active pride | D |
Which made each obstacle a pleasure seem | X |
When rashly glad all danger we defied | D |
Dashed through the brook by twilight's fading gleam | X |
Or scorned the tottering plank and leapt the narrow stream | X |
XIII | P |
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In lieu of this from short and bitter night | D |
Sullen and sad the infant labourer creeps | P |
He joys not in the glow of morning's light | D |
But with an idle yearning stands and weeps | P |
Envying the babe that in its cradle sleeps | P |
And ever as he slowly journeys on | Y |
His listless tongue unbidden silence keeps | P |
His fellow labourers playmates hath he none | A |
Walk by as sad as he nor hail the morning sun | A |
XIV | K |
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Mark the result Unnaturally debarred | D |
All nature's fresh and innocent delights | P |
While yet each germing energy strives hard | D |
And pristine good with pristine evil fights | P |
When every passing dream the heart excites | P |
And makes even guarded virtue insecure | C |
Untaught unchecked they yield as vice invites | P |
With all around them cramped confined impure | C |
Fast spreads the moral plague which nothing new shall cure | C |
XV | K |
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Yes this reproach is added infamous | P |
In realms which own a Christian monarch's sway | C |
Not suffering only is their portion thus | P |
Compelled to toil their youthful lives away | C |
Excessive labour works the SOUL'S decay | C |
Quenches the intellectual light within | R |
Crushes with iron weight the mind's free play | C |
Steals from us LEISURE purer thoughts to win | R |
And leaves us sunk and lost in dull and native sin | R |
XVI | K |
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Yet in the British Senate men rise up | Z |
The freeborn and the fathers of our land | D |
And while these drink the dregs of Sorrow's cup | Z |
Deny the sufferings of the pining band | D |
With nice drawn calculations at command | D |
They prove rebut explain and reason long | A2 |
Proud of each shallow argument they stand | D |
And prostitute their utmost powers of tongue | B2 |
Feebly to justify this great and glaring wrong | A2 |
XVII | K |
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So rose with such a plausible defence | P |
Of the unalienable RIGHT OF GAIN | F |
Those who against Truth's brightest eloquence | P |
Upheld the cause of torture and of pain | F |
And fear of Property's Decrease made vain | F |
For years the hope of Christian Charity | D |
To lift the curse from SLAVERY'S dark domain | F |
And send across the wide Atlantic sea | D |
The watchword of brave men the thrilling shout 'BE FREE ' | - |
XVIII | K |
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What is to be a slave Is't not to spend | D |
A life bowed down beneath a grinding ill | I |
To labour on to serve another's end | D |
To give up leisure health and strength and skill | I |
And give up each of these against your will | I |
Hark to the angry answer 'Theirs is not | D |
A life of slavery if they labour still | I |
We pay their toil Free service is their lot | D |
And what their labour yields by us is fairly got ' | - |
XIX | D |
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Oh Men blaspheme not Freedom Are they free | D |
Who toil until the body's strength gives way | C |
Who may not set a term for Liberty | D |
Who have no time for food or rest or play | C |
But struggle through the long unwelcome day | C |
Without the leisure to be good or glad | D |
Such is their service call it what you may | C |
Poor little creatures overtasked and sad | D |
Your Slavery hath no name yet is its Curse as bad | D |
XX | D |
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Again an an | C2 |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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