Ode On The Istallation Of The Duke Of Devonshire Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBCCBDDCAEFGEAEF FHH IICCJJKKLLCMCM NECCOOPPQQRRDDSSNETT CCNE CCUUVVWWXX BBYZA2A2B2C2D2D2D2D2 E2E2A2A2F2DDF2CCMCG2 G2H2I2H2I2DDJ2J2 J2J2B2B2B2JJK2K2L2L2 M2M2H2H2BBI2I2H2H2EH EHN2N2

Hence a while severer MusesA
Spare your slaves till drear OctoberB
Hence for Alma Mater choosesA
Not to be for ever soberB
But like stately matron grayC
Calling child and grandchild round herB
Will for them at least be gayC
Share for once their holidayC
And knowing she will sleep the sounderB
Cheerier hearted on the morrowD
Rise to grapple care and sorrowD
Grandly leads the dance adown and joins the children's playC
So go for in your placesA
Already as you seeE
Her tears for some deep sorrow scarcely driedF
Venus holds court among her sinless gracesG
With many a nymph from many a park and leaE
She pensive waits the merrier facesA
Of those your wittier sisters threeE
O'er jest and dance and song who still presideF
To cheer her in this merry mournful tideF
And bids us as she smiles or sighsH
Tune our fancies by her eyesH
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Then let the young be gladI
Fair girl and gallant ladI
And sun themselves to dayC
By lawn and garden gayC
'Tis play befits the noonJ
Of rosy girdled JuneJ
Who dare frown if heaven shall smileK
Blest who can forget a whileK
The world before them and aboveL
The light of universal loveL
Go then let the young be gayC
From their heart as from their dressM
Let darkness and let mourning pass awayC
While we the staid and worn look on and blessM
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Health to courage firm and highN
Health to Granta's chivalryE
Wisely finding day by dayC
Play in toil and toil in playC
Granta greets them gliding downO
On by park and spire and townO
Humming mills and golden meadowsP
Barred with elm and poplar shadowsP
Giant groves and learned hallsQ
Holy fanes and pictured wallsQ
Yet she bides not here aroundR
Lies the Muses' sacred groundR
Most she lingers where belowD
Gliding wherries come and goD
Stalwart footsteps shake the shoresS
Rolls the pulse of stalwart oarsS
Rings aloft the exultant cryN
For the bloodless victoryE
There she greets the sports which breedT
Valiant lads for England's needT
Wisely finding day by dayC
Play in toil and toil in playC
Health to courage firm and highN
Health to Granta's chivalryE
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Yet stay a while severer Muses stayC
For you too have your rightful parts to dayC
Known long to you and known through you to fameU
Are Chatsworth's halls and Cavendish's nameU
You too then Alma Mater calls to greetV
A worthy patron for your ancient seatV
And bid her sons from him example takeW
Of learning purely sought for learning's sakeW
Of worth unboastful power in duty spentX
And see fulfilled in him her high intentX
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Come Euterpe wake thy choirB
Fit thy notes to our desireB
Long may he sit the chiefest hereY
Meet us and greet us year by yearZ
Long inherit sire and sonA2
All that their race has wrought and wonA2
Since that great Cavendish came againB2
Round the world and over the mainC2
Breasting the Thames with his mariners boldD2
Past good Queen Bess's palace of oldD2
With jewel and ingot packed in his holdD2
And sails of damask and cloth of goldD2
While never a sailor boy on boardE2
But was decked as brave as a Spanish lordE2
With the spoils he had wonA2
In the Isles of the SunA2
And the shores of Fairy landF2
And yet held for the crown of the goodly showD
That queenly smile from the Palace windowD
And that wave of a queenly handF2
Yes let the young be gayC
And sun themselves to dayC
And from their hearts as from their dressM
Let mourning pass awayC
But not from us who watch our years fast fleeingG2
And snatching as they flee fresh fragments of our beingG2
Can we forget one friendH2
Can we forget one faceI2
Which cheered us toward our endH2
Which nerved us for our raceI2
Oh sad to toil and yet foregoD
One presence which has made us knowD
To Godlike souls how deep our debtJ2
We would not if we could forgetJ2
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Severer Muses linger yetJ2
Speak out for us one pure and rich regretJ2
Thou Clio who with awful penB2
Gravest great names upon the hearts of menB2
Speak of a fate beyond our kenB2
A gem late found and lost too soonJ
A sun gone down at highest noonJ
A tree from Odin's ancient rootK2
Which bore for men the ancient fruitK2
Counsel and faith and scorn of wrongL2
And cunning lore and soothing songL2
Snapt in mid growth and leaving unawareM2
The flock unsheltered and the pasture bareM2
Nay let us take what God shall sendH2
Trusting bounty without endH2
God ever lives and NatureB
Beneath His high dictatureB
Hale and teeming can replaceI2
Strength by strength and grace by graceI2
Hope by hope and friend by friendH2
Trust and take what God shall sendH2
So shall Alma Mater seeE
Daughters fair and wiseH
Train new lands of libertyE
Under stranger skiesH
Spreading round the teeming earthN2
English science manhood worthN2
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Charles Kingsley



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