The Sense Of Beauty Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFF GGHHIJJIKKLMMLNNOP QRQRSSTUVVWW XXFYYZ A2NA2NVB2VB2C2C2B2B2 D2D2E2E2F2F2 C2C2B2EB2EE2E2NNG2G2 B2B2B2B2H2H2B2B2B2B2 I2I2FJ2K2K2E2E2E2BBK L2L2K C2C2M2M2NNN2N2B2B2L2 O2VVB2B2P2P2Q2Q2NNSPIRIT who over this our mortal Earth | A |
Where nought hath birth | A |
Which imperfection doth not some way dim | B |
Since Earth offended HIM | B |
Thou who unseen from out thy radiant wings | C |
Dost shower down light o'er mean and common things | C |
And wandering to and fro | D |
Through the condemn'd and sinful world dost go | D |
Haunting that wilderness the human heart | E |
With gleams of glory that too soon depart | E |
Gilding both weed and flower | F |
What is thy birth divine and whence thy mighty power | F |
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The Sculptor owns thee On his high pale brow | G |
Bewild'ring images are pressing now | G |
Groups whose immortal grace | H |
His chisel ne'er shall trace | H |
Though in his mind the fresh creation glows | I |
High forms of godlike strength | J |
Or limbs whose languid length | J |
The marble fixes in a sweet repose | I |
At thy command | K |
His true and patient hand | K |
Moulds the dull clay to Beauty's richest line | L |
Or with more tedious skill | M |
Obedient to thy will | M |
By touches imperceptible and fine | L |
Works slowly day by day | N |
The rough hewn block away | N |
Till the soft shadow of the bust's pale smile | O |
Wakes into statue life and pays the assiduous toil | P |
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Thee the young Painter knows whose fervent eyes | Q |
O'er the blank waste of canvas fondly bending | R |
See fast within its magic circle rise | Q |
Some pictured scene with colours softly blending | R |
Green bowers and leafy glades | S |
The old Arcadian shades | S |
Where thwarting glimpses of the sun are thrown | T |
And dancing nymphs and shepherds one by one | U |
Appear to bless his sight | V |
In Fancy's glowing light | V |
Peopling that spot of green Earth's flowery breast | W |
With every attitude of joy and rest | W |
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Lo at his pencil's touch steals faintly forth | X |
Like an uprising star in the cold north | X |
Some face which soon shall glow with beauty's fire | F |
Dim seems the sketch to those who stand around | Y |
Dim and uncertain as an echoed sound | Y |
But oh how bright to him whose hand thou dost inspire | Z |
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Thee also doth the dreaming Poet hail | A2 |
Fond comforter of many a dreary day | N |
When through the clouds his Fancy's car can sail | A2 |
To worlds of radiance far how far away | N |
At thy clear touch as at the burst of light | V |
Which Morning shoots along the purple hills | B2 |
Chasing the shadows of the vanish'd night | V |
And silvering all the darkly gushing rills | B2 |
Giving each waking blossom gemm'd with dew | C2 |
Its bright and proper hue | C2 |
He suddenly beholds the chequered face | B2 |
Of this old world in its young Eden grace | B2 |
Disease and want and sin and pain are not | D2 |
Nor homely and familiar things man's lot | D2 |
Is like his aspirations bright and high | E2 |
And even the haunting thought that man must die | E2 |
His dream so changes from its fearful strife | F2 |
Death seems but fainting into purer life | F2 |
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Nor only these thy presence woo | C2 |
The less inspired own thee too | C2 |
Thou hast thy tranquil source | B2 |
In the deep well springs of the human heart | E |
And gushest with sweet force | B2 |
When most imprison'd causing tears to start | E |
In the worn citizen's o'erwearied eye | E2 |
As with a sigh | E2 |
At the bright close of some rare holiday | N |
He sees the branches wave the waters play | N |
And hears the clock's far distant mellow chime | G2 |
Warn him a busier world reclaims his time | G2 |
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Thee Childhood's heart confesses when he sees | B2 |
The heavy rose bud crimson in the breeze | B2 |
When the red coral wins his eager gaze | B2 |
Or the warm sunbeam dazzles with its rays | B2 |
Thee through his varied hours of rapid joy | H2 |
The eager Boy | H2 |
Who wild across the grassy meadow springs | B2 |
And still with sparkling eyes | B2 |
Pursues the uncertain prize | B2 |
Lured by the velvet glory of its wings | B2 |
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And so from youth to age yea till the end | I2 |
An unforsaking unforgetting friend | I2 |
Thou hoverest round us And when all is o'er | F |
And Earth's most loved illusions please no more | J2 |
Thou stealest gently to the couch of Death | K2 |
There while the lagging breath | K2 |
Comes faint and fitfully to usher nigh | E2 |
Consoling visions from thy native sky | E2 |
Making it sweet to die | E2 |
The sick man's ears are faint his eyes are dim | B |
But his heart listens to the Heavenward hymn | B |
And his soul sees in lieu of that sad band | K |
Who come with mournful tread | L2 |
To kneel about his bed | L2 |
God's white robed angels who around him stand | K |
And waive his Spirit to 'the Better Land ' | - |
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So living dying still our hearts pursue | C2 |
That loveliness which never met our view | C2 |
Still to the last the ruling thought will reign | M2 |
Nor deem one feeling given was giv'n invain | M2 |
For it may be our banish'd souls recal | N |
In this their earthly thrall | N |
With the sick dreams of exiles that far world | N2 |
Whence angels once were hurl'd | N2 |
Or it may be a faint and trembling sense | B2 |
Vague as permitted by Omnipotence | B2 |
Foreshows the immortal radiance round us shed | L2 |
When the Imperfect shall be perfected | O2 |
Like the chain'd eagle in his fetter'd might | V |
Straining upon the Heavens his wistful sight | V |
Who toward the upward glory fondly springs | B2 |
With all the vain strength of his shivering wings | B2 |
So chain'd to earth and baffled yet so fond | P2 |
Of the pure sky which lies so far beyond | P2 |
We make the attempt to soar in many a thought | Q2 |
Of Beauty born and into Beauty wrought | Q2 |
Dimly we struggle onwards who shall say | N |
Which glimmering light leads nearest to the Day | N |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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