Shakespeare Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFFGGHHIIJJKKLL MMNNOOPPQQRRR NNSSQQTTNNUVWWXXEYBB RR BBZZA2A2B2B2C2C2KKD2 D2E2E2F2F2 G2G2H2H2KKNNKKNNNNZZ I2I2KKJ2J2K2K2L2L2NN NNNM2M2 N2N2I2I2| Standing alone a study in itself | A |
| How Shakespeare s volume glorifies my shelf | A |
| For thence his spirit forth on mine has shined | B |
| Like a great morning on the hills of mind | B |
| Sphered in the light of his creative powers | C |
| A wonder world inorbing this of ours | C |
| Gathers around us like the peopled haze | D |
| That wraps some roamer in a dream s wild ways | D |
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| Lean fatal hags ride in the troubled air | E |
| And wing d immortals meet us everywhere | E |
| These of a silken loveliness that shows | F |
| Like the dim beauty of a moonlit rose | F |
| Lined rigidly as sculptured iron those | F |
| Lo Now futurity uplifts her veil | G |
| And pours her phantom kings before the tyrant pale | G |
| Now in the moon s quick glimpses gleaming cold | H |
| A mail clad monarch s spectral form behold | H |
| Whilst like to echoes from oblivion s coast | I |
| Comes the dread speech of the unquiet ghost | I |
| Turn we a page oh For some charm to save | J |
| That meek mad maiden from her early grave | J |
| Sweets to the sweet with the sad queen we groan | K |
| As o er her shroud the votive flowers are thrown | K |
| We see how wild a death the best may die | L |
| And dash the sacred teardrops from our eye | L |
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| But seek we surer matter knowledge hard | M |
| With ethics such as time schooled minds regard | M |
| Or such as breathing the soul s fervour primes | N |
| Our piety or our moral faith sublimes | N |
| How many a noble page is shared between | O |
| Wit fancy prudence in her sagest mien | O |
| And that high wisdom which informs us still | P |
| Heaven shapes our ends rough hew them how we will | P |
| And shows though vain and erring human nature | Q |
| Is yet a pile of half angelic stature | Q |
| Material yet ethereal both though each | R |
| Soul quickening matter as thought quickens speech | R |
| A body built of clay a mind of godlike reach | R |
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| And constantly some vital moral shines | N |
| Like sunlight in the current of his lines | N |
| Ambition s worshipper in Casear s death | S |
| May see how mortal is mere glory s breath | S |
| And learn from Richard s spectre haunted hour | Q |
| To loathe the ghastliness of godless power | Q |
| The princely spendthrift seeing Timon s end | T |
| May grow to doubt the too too flattering friend | T |
| And if he hate when he with anger starts | N |
| The heartlessness of fashionable hearts | N |
| Hence let him learn to be though rich the sure | U |
| And generous helper of the struggling poor | V |
| Even Shylock s bond must show how soon or late | W |
| Contempt imperils in begetting hate | W |
| The sire may learn to curb that rival scorn | X |
| Whose blasting rage let Juliet die forlorn | X |
| The child be chastened by the filial tear | E |
| Shed for the wrongs that maddened royal Lear | Y |
| When in the scenic agony we find | B |
| Distempered matter and distempered mind | B |
| Nature s wild roar and the yet wilder speech | R |
| Of mightiest human woe each storming into each | R |
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| But if to loftier teaching disinclined | B |
| We would as sometimes mirth in all things find | B |
| Let Falstaff then be our companion fit | Z |
| And wrap us in the mad delight of wit | Z |
| Or let Malvolio cross gartered show | A2 |
| To what strange lengths man s vanity may go | A2 |
| Or learn we once for all in Touchstone s school | B2 |
| How shrewd that knave is who can play the fool | B2 |
| Or does our mirth was scornful Pistol then | C2 |
| Shall prove what scarecrows often rank as men | C2 |
| By dint of a big martialness of tone | K |
| Loud like a drum s from hollowness alone | K |
| Is our mood fierce Another leaf shall yield | D2 |
| Meet matter storying some old battle field | D2 |
| With all its wrack of passion let at large | E2 |
| The gathering huddle the close thundering charge | E2 |
| The death shrieks drowning in the exultant shout | F2 |
| Of victory flooding like a deluge out | F2 |
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| But hating scenes of violence and crime | G2 |
| Would we to Innocence devote the time | G2 |
| Behold how spotless from this world of guile | H2 |
| Is she who waves us to yon magic isle | H2 |
| Miranda lovely e en to Caliban | K |
| That hag born lump faced mockery of man | K |
| With injured virtue would we mingle tears | N |
| Lo Katherine or Hermione appears | N |
| Would we condole with lonely Love O then | K |
| Behold that mortal angel Imogen | K |
| With joyous goodness thirst we to rejoice | N |
| Belmont is vocal with its Portia s voice | N |
| Would we be spiced with lady wit One kiss | N |
| In fancy from the bee like Beatrice | N |
| Stingingly sweet have we the grace to snatch it | Z |
| Shall make us Benedicts and lo We catch it | Z |
| In woody Arden let us wander wild | I2 |
| With buoyant Rosalind and Celia mild | I2 |
| Or with the melancholy Jaques plain | K |
| How blind is fortune yet how worthless gain | K |
| Gain or of gold or glory both a jest | J2 |
| Merely a solemn mockery at best | J2 |
| Then roam we on in thought to join afar | K2 |
| Those princely revellers in green Navarre | K2 |
| Taking for joy s completeness in our round | L2 |
| The shepherd feast that glads Bohemian ground | L2 |
| To talk with Perdita of flowers from whose | N |
| Soft dropping words as from a shower of dews | N |
| They borrow fresher scents and still diviner hues | N |
| Would we be solaced with a song Sweet lays | N |
| That breathe the innocence of olden days | N |
| Like drops of liquid gold all through and through | M2 |
| the glorious volume sparkle into view | M2 |
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| How oft in Austral woods the parting day | N2 |
| Has gone through western golden gates away | N2 |
| While sweetest Shakespeare fancy s darling child | I2 |
| Warbled for me his native woodnotes wild | I2 |
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