An Idyll Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFGHHEEIIIIII JBDDEEKLEEEEMMEECN| And even our women lastly grumbles Ben | A |
| Leaving their nature dress and talk like men | A |
| A damsel as our train stops at Five Ashes | B |
| Down to the station in a dog cart dashes | C |
| A footman buys her ticket Third class parly | D |
| And in huge button'd coat and Champagne Charley | D |
| And such scant manhood else as use allows her | E |
| Her two shy knees bound in a single trouser | E |
| With 'twixt her shapely lips a violet | F |
| Perch'd as a proxy for a cigarette | G |
| She takes her window in our smoking carriage | H |
| And scans us calmly scorning men and marriage | H |
| Ben frowns in silence older I know better | E |
| Than to read ladies 'haviour in the letter | E |
| This aping man is crafty Love's devising | I |
| To make the woman's difference more surprising | I |
| And as for feeling wroth at such rebelling | I |
| Who'd scold the child for now and then repelling | I |
| Lures with I won't or for a moment's straying | I |
| In its sure growth towards more full obeying | I |
| Yes she had read the 'Legend of the Ages ' | J |
| And George Sand too skipping the wicked pages | B |
| And whilst we talk'd her protest firm and perky | D |
| Against mankind I thought grew lax and jerky | D |
| And at a compliment her mouth's compressure | E |
| Nipt in its birth a little laugh of pleasure | E |
| And smiles forbidden her lips as weakness horrid | K |
| Broke in grave lights from eyes and chin and forehead | L |
| And as I push'd kind 'vantage 'gainst the scorner | E |
| The two shy knees press'd shier to the corner | E |
| And Ben began to talk with her the rather | E |
| Because he found out that he knew her father | E |
| Sir Francis Applegarth of Fenny Compton | M |
| And danced once with her sister Maude at Brompton | M |
| And then he stared until he quite confused her | E |
| More pleased with her than I who but excused her | E |
| And when she got out he with sheepish glances | C |
| Said he'd stop too and call on old Sir Francis | N |
Coventry Patmore
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