Fragments From 'genius Lost' Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBC DEDE FGHG BIBI ABJB FKFK LMLM NONO PBPBBBBB QRQR SPSP TPUVTLWXYIZTA2PPPB2B P C2PPXFD2PPQ E2QYF2PB IBG2PH2BI2PJ2BPPBPK2 L2I2 M2SM2SBBBB BVPPVN2O2QQ P2PBBUF2BIPP2Q2PR2PP M2BPH2PBS2PBPPBPT2PB PPQ2PQ2PPPU2PU2P NFV2FV2FQ2W2Q2 FX2FX2FQ2W2Q2 BPNNNPFPrelude | A |
I SEE the boy bard neath life s morning skies | B |
While hope s bright cohorts guess not of defeat | C |
And ardour lightens from his earnest eyes | B |
And faith s cherubic wings around his being beat | C |
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Loudly the echo of his soul repeats | D |
Those deathless strains that witched the world of old | E |
While to the deeds his high heart proudly beats | D |
Of names within them treasured like heroic gold | E |
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To love he lights the ode of vocal fire | F |
And yearns in song o er freedom s sacred throes | G |
Or pours a pious incense from his lyre | H |
Wherever o er the grave a martyre glory glows | G |
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Or as he wanders waking dreams arise | B |
And paint new Edens on the future s scroll | I |
While on the wings of rapture he outflies | B |
The faltering mood that warns in his prophetic soul | I |
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All doubt away he cries in trustful mood | A |
From Time s unknown the perfect yet shall rise | B |
And this full heart attests how much of God | J |
Might dwell with man beneath these purple clouded skies | B |
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Thus holiest shapes inhabit his desire | F |
And love s dream turtles sing along his way | K |
Thus faith keeps mounting like a skylark higher | F |
As hope engoldens more the morning of his day | K |
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But ah Too high that harp like heart is strung | L |
To bear the jar of this harsh world s estate | M |
And tis betrayed by that too fervent tongue | L |
How burns the fire within that bodes a wayward fate | M |
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Soon on the morning s wings shall fancy flee | N |
And world damps quench love s spiritual flame | O |
And his wild powers now as the wild waves free | N |
Be reef bound by low wants and beaten down by shame | O |
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Now mark him in the city s weltering crowd | P |
Haggard and pale and yet in his distress | B |
How quick to scorn the vile defy the pround | P |
Grim cold and distant now then seized with recklessness | B |
Yet oft what agony his pride assails | B |
When life s first morning faith to thought appears | B |
Lost in the shadowy past and nought avails | B |
Her calling to the lost then blood is in his tears | B |
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Henceforth must his sole comrade be despair | Q |
Sole wanderer by his side in ways forlorn | R |
And as a root wrenched vine no more may bear | Q |
No more by this dry wood shall fruit be borne | R |
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No more And every care of life in woe | S |
And desperation to the wind is hurled | P |
He thanks dull wondering pity with a blow | S |
And leaps though into hell out of the cruel world | P |
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First Love | T |
I even when a child | P |
Had fondly brooded with a glowing cheek | U |
And asking heart with lips apart and breath | V |
Hushed to such silence as the matron dove | T |
Preserves while warming into life her young | L |
Over the secretely disclosing hope | W |
Of finding in the fulness of my youth | X |
Some sweet congenial one to love to call | Y |
My own And one has been whose soul | I |
Felt to its depth the influence of mine | Z |
Albeit between us the sweet name of Love | T |
Passed never to bring blooming to the check | A2 |
Those rosy shames that burn it on the heart | P |
Symbol of heaven sole synonym of God | P |
Yet not the less a sympathy that heard | P |
Through many a whisper Love s sweet spirit self | B2 |
Low breathing in the silence of our souls | B |
Knit us together with a still consent | P |
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And she was beautiful in outward shape | C2 |
As lovely in her mind Such eyes she had | P |
As burn in the far depths of passionate thought | P |
While yet the visionary heart of youth | X |
Is lonely in its hope Cherries were ne er | F |
More ruby rich more delicately full | D2 |
Than were her lips and when her young heart would | P |
A smile ineffably enchanting played | P |
The unwitting conqueress there | Q |
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Her light round form | E2 |
Had grace in every impulse motions fair | Q |
As her life s purity her being all | Y |
Was as harmonious to the mind as are | F2 |
Most perfect strains of purest tones prolonged | P |
To music loving ears | B |
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But full of dole | I |
Her mortal fate to me Ere sixteen springs | B |
Had bloomed about her being a most fell | G2 |
And secret malady did feel amid | P |
The roses of her cheeks her lips but still | H2 |
Felon like shunned the lustre of her eyes | B |
That more replendent grew And so before | I2 |
Those glowing orbs had turned their starry light | P |
Upon one human face with other troth | J2 |
Than a meek daughter or fond sister yields | B |
Ere her white arms and heaving bosom held | P |
A nestling other than the weary head | P |
Of sickness or a stranger babe the grass | B |
That whistled dry in the autumnal wind | P |
Was billowing round her grave | K2 |
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And yet I live | L2 |
Within a world that knoweth her no more | I2 |
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Tis well when misery s harassed son | M2 |
For shelter to the grave doth go | S |
As to his mountain hold may run | M2 |
The hunted roe | S |
Yet when beneath benignant skies | B |
The angle Grace herself appears | B |
But Death s born bride the stoniest eyes | B |
Might break in tears | B |
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Chorus of the Hours | B |
Ah That Death | V |
Should ever like a drear untimely night | P |
Descent upon the loved in Love s despite | P |
Ah That a little breath | V |
Expiring from the world should leave each scene | N2 |
Where its warm influence before hath been | O2 |
So empty to the heart in its despair | Q |
Of all but misery misery everywhere | Q |
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Thus in the morning of my life have I | P2 |
No happiness rooted in the earth to hold | P |
My spirit to the actual All my hopes | B |
Are blown away by adverse chilling winds | B |
Blown sheer away out of the world to seek | U |
Such solace as may be derived from far | F2 |
And lonely flights of faith Yet even these | B |
Only divert not satisfy my soul | I |
Still when her wings refuse them wearied out | P |
By so wild will d an aeronaut as I | P2 |
Having no nearer comfort even as now | Q2 |
Their foregone influence do I meditate | P |
Tracing them upward in their heavenward track | R2 |
As through an ocean of uprolling mist | P |
Amid the morning Alps a morning bird | P |
Keeps soaring trustful of the risen sun | M2 |
Who then is turning all the mountain tops | B |
To diamond islets washed by waves of gold | P |
That shatter as they surge keeps soaring till | H2 |
It shoots at length into the cloudless light | P |
And gleams a bird of fire so faith upmounts | B |
Through the earth s misty tribulations up | S2 |
Into the clear of the eternal world | P |
Unfainting fervent till with happy wings | B |
Outspreading full amid the rays of God | P |
It glories gleaming like the Alpine bird | P |
But wearying in her flight even faith returns | B |
As does the bird returns into the mist | P |
That shutteth down all less adventurous life | T2 |
But stronger for the mighty vision left | P |
And for the heavenly warmth upon her wings | B |
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Once did I only stand in thought beside | P |
The grave of one who had for freedom died | P |
Or on some spot made holy by the vow | Q2 |
Of tuneful love though of an ancient day | P |
My very life would thrill and am I now | Q2 |
Journeying away | P |
From that fraternal interest which cast | P |
Around me then the feeling of the past | P |
I know not but my heart no more will leap | U2 |
Even to the trump of some Homeric lay | P |
Bad progress is it if from that I keep | U2 |
Journeying away | P |
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Misery | N |
As the moaning wild waves ever | F |
Fret around some lonely isle | V2 |
There are griefs that no endeavour | F |
Stilleth even for a while | V2 |
Beating at my heart for ever | F |
Beating at it now | Q2 |
Beating at my heart and aching | W2 |
Upward to my brow | Q2 |
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Like the wild clouds flying over | F |
High above all human reach | X2 |
There are joys that I their lover | F |
Cannot even scale in speech | X2 |
Flying o er my head for ever | F |
Flying o er it now | Q2 |
Flying o er my head and shading | W2 |
With despair my brow | Q2 |
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Chorus of the Hours | B |
Alas The veriest human clod | P |
Is happier than he | N |
On whom the majesty | N |
And the mystery | N |
Of thought had fallen like the fire of God | P |
Ah Those by nature | F |
Charles Harpur
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