Tamerton Church-tower, Or, First Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDBDBEFEFGHGH AIBIBJKJKALHLMNMNOPO PMHMHMMMMQRQRMSMS ACHCH AT HSBUB ASASAVLVLABABWSWSHBH BXM XMYZYZMAMAMA2MA2B2MB 2M ABSBSB2CB2CMBMBBMBM A MBMBB2SB2SMC2MC2D2MU MMCMCBMBMSE2SE2B2MB2 M F2MF2MMBMBSASA ASCSCMAMASMSMMMMMMCM CMB2MB2MMMMMSMSSB2SB 2 SE2CE2CE2HE2HMG2MG2M H2MH2MSMS HMHMBSBSMB2MB2MMMME2 SE2S AAMMMMHE2| I | A |
| We left the Church at Tamerton | B |
| In gloomy western air | C |
| To greet the day we gallop'd on | B |
| A merry minded pair | C |
| The hazy East hot noon did bode | D |
| Our horses sniff'd the dawn | B |
| We made ten Cornish miles of road | D |
| Before the dew was gone | B |
| We clomb the hill where Lanson's Keep | E |
| Fronts Dartmoor's distant ridge | F |
| Thence trotted South walk'd down the steep | E |
| That slants to Gresson Bridge | F |
| And paused awhile where Tamar waits | G |
| In many a shining coil | H |
| And teeming Devon separates | G |
| From Cornwall's sorry soil | H |
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| II | A |
| Our English skies contain'd that Spring | I |
| A Caribbean sun | B |
| The singing birds forgot to sing | I |
| The rivulets to run | B |
| For three noons past the skies had frown'd | J |
| Obscured with blighting shades | K |
| That only mock'd the thirsty ground | J |
| And unrejoicing glades | K |
| To day before the noon was nigh | A |
| Bright skirted vapours grew | L |
| And on the sky hung languidly | H |
| The sky was languid too | L |
| Our horses dropp'd their necks and nosed | M |
| The dusty wayside grass | N |
| Whilst we beneath still boughs reposed | M |
| And watch'd the water pass | N |
| We spoke of plighted Bertha Frank | O |
| Shot pebbles in the stream | P |
| And I lay by him on the bank | O |
| But dreamt no lover's dream | P |
| She was a blythe and bashful maid | M |
| Much blushing in her glee | H |
| Yet gracing all she did and said | M |
| With sweet sufficiency | H |
| Is Blanche as fair ask'd I who yearn'd | M |
| To feel my life complete | M |
| To taste unselfish pleasures earn'd | M |
| By service strict and sweet | M |
| Well some say fairer she'll surprise | Q |
| Your heart with crimson lips | R |
| Fat underlids that hold bright eyes | Q |
| In laughing half eclipse | R |
| Alluring locks done up with taste | M |
| Behind her dainty ears | S |
| And manners full of wayward haste | M |
| Tho' facile as the deer's | S |
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| III | A |
| You paint a leaflet here and there | C |
| And not the blossom tell | H |
| What mysteries of good and fair | C |
| These blazon'd letters spell | H |
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| IV | A |
| Her mouth and teeth by Cupid's bow | T |
| Are letters spelling 'kiss ' | - |
| And witchingly withdrawn below | H |
| Twin worlds of baby bliss | S |
| Her waist so soft and small may mean | B |
| 'O when will some one come | U |
| To make me catch my breath between | B |
| His finger and his thumb ' | - |
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| V | A |
| My life 'twas like a land of dreams | S |
| Where nothing noble throve | A |
| Dull seem'd it as to maiden seems | S |
| The verse that's not of love | A |
| See where sigh'd I the water dim | V |
| Repeats with leaden hue | L |
| The fervid sun the cloud's hot rim | V |
| The gap of dazzling blue | L |
| Quoth Frank I do and hence foresee | A |
| And all too plainly scan | B |
| Some sentimental homily | A |
| On Duty Death or Man | B |
| 'Tis this said I our senses mar | W |
| Ev'n so sweet Nature's face | S |
| Unless by love revived they are | W |
| Or lit by heavenly grace | S |
| Below the hazel talks the rill | H |
| My heart speaks not again | B |
| The solemn cloud the stately hill | H |
| I look on each in vain | B |
| Sure he for whom no Power shall strike | X |
| This darkness into day | M |
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| Is damn'd said Frank who morall'd like | X |
| The Fool in an old Play | M |
| That's true cried I yet as the worm | Y |
| That sickens ere it change | Z |
| Or as the pup that nears the term | Y |
| At which pups have the mange | Z |
| Pooh Come Man let us on he said | M |
| For now the storm is nigh | A |
| And whilst we rode quaint sense we read | M |
| Within the changing sky | A |
| Above us bent a prophet wild | M |
| Pointing to hidden harm | A2 |
| Beyond a magic woman smiled | M |
| And wove some wondrous charm | A2 |
| Past that a censer jetted smoke | B2 |
| Black convolutions roll'd | M |
| Sunwards and caught the light and broke | B2 |
| In crowns of shining gold | M |
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| VI | A |
| The gaps of blue shrank fast in span | B |
| The long forgotten breeze | S |
| By lazy starts and fits began | B |
| To stir the higher trees | S |
| At noon we came to Tavistock | B2 |
| And sunshine still was there | C |
| But gloomy Dartmoor seem'd to mock | B2 |
| Its weak and yellow glare | C |
| The swallows in the wrathful light | M |
| Were pitching up and down | B |
| A string of rooks made rapid flight | M |
| Due southward o'er the town | B |
| Where baiting at the Tiger Inn | B |
| We talk'd by windows wide | M |
| Of Blanche and all my unseen kin | B |
| Who did our coming bide | M |
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| VII | A |
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| The heavy sign board swung and shriek'd | M |
| In dark air whirl'd the vane | B |
| Blinds flapp'd dust rose and straining creak'd | M |
| The shaken window pane | B |
| And just o'erhead a huge cloud flung | B2 |
| For earnest of its stores | S |
| A few calm drops that struck among | B2 |
| The light leaved sycamores | S |
| Hot to be gone Frank rose and eyed | M |
| Dark cloud and swinging branch | C2 |
| But less long'd he to greet his Bride | M |
| Than I to look on Blanche | C2 |
| Her name pair'd still with praise at home | D2 |
| Would make my pulses start | M |
| The hills between us were become | U |
| A weight upon my heart | M |
| Behold I cried the storm comes not | M |
| The northern heavens grow fair | C |
| Look South said Frank 'tis one wide blot | M |
| Of thunder threatening air | C |
| The string of rooks had travell'd on | B |
| Against the southern shroud | M |
| And like some snaky skeleton | B |
| Lay twisted in the cloud | M |
| No storm to day said I for see | S |
| Yon black thing travels south | E2 |
| We follow'd soon our spirits free | S |
| Our bodies slaked from drouth | E2 |
| I rode in silence Frank with tongue | B2 |
| Made lax by too much port | M |
| Soliloquising said or sung | B2 |
| After this tipsy sort | M |
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| Yea nerves they are the Devil's mesh | F2 |
| And pups begin quite blind | M |
| And health is ofttimes in the flesh | F2 |
| And measles in the mind | M |
| Foolish and fair was Joan without | M |
| Foolish and foul within | B |
| High as a hunted pig his snout | M |
| She carried a foolish chin | B |
| The Boy beheld and brisk rose he | S |
| At this badly painted fly | A |
| That boys less wise than fish will be | S |
| Makes many a man to sigh | A |
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| VIII | A |
| On on we toil'd amidst the blaze | S |
| From Dartmoor's ridges bare | C |
| Beneath the hush'd and scorching haze | S |
| And through the twinkling air | C |
| Along the endless mountain side | M |
| That seem'd with us to move | A |
| Past dreary mine mouths far and wide | M |
| Huge dross heap wheel and groove | A |
| Dark towns by disembowell'd hills | S |
| Where swarthy tribes abode | M |
| Who in hard rocks with harder wills | S |
| Pursued the crooked lode | M |
| Up heights that seem'd against us match'd | M |
| Until from table land | M |
| Before the teasing midge was hatch'd | M |
| We hail'd the southern strand | M |
| Then pleasantly on level ground | M |
| And through the lighter air | C |
| We paced along and breathed around | M |
| A merry minded pair | C |
| A western night of even cloud | M |
| Suck'd in the sultry disk | B2 |
| Bright racks look'd on a fiery crowd | M |
| To seamen boding risk | B2 |
| The late crow wing'd his silent way | M |
| Across the shadowy East | M |
| The gnat danced out his little day | M |
| His ceaseless singing ceased | M |
| Along the dim horizon round | M |
| Fled faint electric fires | S |
| Blue glow worms lit the fresher ground | M |
| By moisture harbouring briers | S |
| Far northward twinkled lonely lights | S |
| The peopled vales among | B2 |
| In front between the gaping heights | S |
| The mystic ocean hung | B2 |
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| IX | S |
| Our weary spirits flagg'd beneath | E2 |
| The still and loaded air | C |
| We left behind the fre r heath | E2 |
| A moody minded pair | C |
| With senses slack and sick of mirth | E2 |
| Tho' near the happy goal | H |
| I murmur'd fearing nought on earth | E2 |
| Could quite content the soul | H |
| Suppose your love prove such a light | M |
| As yonder glow worm's lamp | G2 |
| That gleams at distance strong and bright | M |
| Approach'd burns weak and damp | G2 |
| Perchance by much of bliss aroused | M |
| Your heart will pant for more | H2 |
| And then the worm of want lies housed | M |
| Within the sweet fruit's core | H2 |
| Far worse if led by fancy blind | M |
| But undeceiv'd by use | S |
| I dream yawn'd Frank and wake to find | M |
| My Goddess a green goose | S |
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| Vain vain said I is worldly weal | H |
| We faint within the heart | M |
| For good which all we see and feel | H |
| Foreshadows but in part | M |
| Frank answer'd What you faint for win | B |
| Faint not but forward press | S |
| Heav'n proffers all 'twere grievous sin | B |
| To live content in less | S |
| The Sun rolls by us every day | M |
| And it and all things speak | B2 |
| To the sinking heart of man and say | M |
| 'Tis wicked to be weak | B2 |
| We would not hear the hated sound | M |
| But by the Lord we must | M |
| If not the heavy world goes round | M |
| And grinds us into dust | M |
| With each a moral in his mouth | E2 |
| We rein'd our sweating nags | S |
| Where quiet Ocean on the South | E2 |
| Kiss'd Edgecumb's ruddy crags | S |
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| II | A |
| I | A |
| So subtly love within me wrought | M |
| So excellent she seem'd | M |
| Daily of Blanche was all my thought | M |
| Nightly of Blanche I dream'd | M |
| And this was all my wish and all | H |
| The | E2 |
Coventry Patmore
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