The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto I. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Preludes	A
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I The Impossibility	B
Lo Love's obey'd by all 'Tis right	C
That all should know what they obey	D
Lest erring conscience damp delight	C
And folly laugh our joys away	D
Thou Primal Love who grantest wings	E
And voices to the woodland birds	F
Grant me the power of saying things	E
Too simple and too sweet for words	F
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II Love's Reality	B
I walk I trust with open eyes	G
I've travell'd half my worldly course	H
And in the way behind me lies	G
Much vanity and some remorse	H
I've lived to feel how pride may part	I
Spirits tho' match'd like hand and glove	J
I've blush'd for love's abode the heart	I
But have not disbelieved in love	J
Nor unto love sole mortal thing	K
Of worth immortal done the wrong	L
To count it with the rest that sing	K
Unworthy of a serious song	L
And love is my reward for now	M
When most of dead'ning time complain	N
The myrtle blooms upon my brow	M
Its odour quickens all my brain	N
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III The Poet's Confidence	O
The richest realm of all the earth	P
Is counted still a heathen land	Q
Lo I like Joshua now go forth	R
To give it into Israel's hand	Q
I will not hearken blame or praise	S
For so should I dishonour do	T
To that sweet Power by which these Lays	S
Alone are lovely good and true	T
Nor credence to the world's cries give	U
Which ever preach and still prevent	V
Pure passion's high prerogative	U
To make not follow precedent	W
From love's abysmal ether rare	X
If I to men have here made known	Y
New truths they like new stars were there	X
Before though not yet written down	Z
Moving but as the feelings move	A2
I run or loiter with delight	C
Or pause to mark where gentle Love	J
Persuades the soul from height to height	C
Yet know ye though my words are gay	D
As David's dance which Michal scorn'd	B2
If kindly you receive the Lay	D
You shall be sweetly help'd and warn'd	B2
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The Cathedral Close	C2
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I	-
Once more I came to Sarum Close	C2
With joy half memory half desire	D2
And breathed the sunny wind that rose	E2
And blew the shadows o'er the Spire	F2
And toss'd the lilac's scented plumes	G2
And sway'd the chestnut's thousand cones	H2
And fill'd my nostrils with perfumes	G2
And shaped the clouds in waifs and zones	H2
And wafted down the serious strain	N
Of Sarum bells when true to time	I2
I reach'd the Dean's with heart and brain	N
That trembled to the trembling chime	I2
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II	-
'Twas half my home six years ago	J2
The six years had not alter'd it	K2
Red brick and ashlar long and low	J2
With dormers and with oriels lit	K2
Geranium lychnis rose array'd	L2
The windows all wide open thrown	Y
And some one in the Study play'd	L2
The Wedding March of Mendelssohn	M2
And there it was I last took leave	N2
'Twas Christmas I remember'd now	M
The cruel girls who feign'd to grieve	N2
Took down the evergreens and how	M
The holly into blazes woke	O2
The fire lighting the large low room	P2
A dim rich lustre of old oak	O2
And crimson velvet's glowing gloom	P2
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III	-
No change had touch'd Dean Churchill kind	Q2
By widowhood more than winters bent	V
And settled in a cheerful mind	Q2
As still forecasting heaven's content	V
Well might his thoughts be fix'd on high	-
Now she was there Within her face	R2
Humility and dignity	B
Were met in a most sweet embrace	R2
She seem'd expressly sent below	J2
To teach our erring minds to see	B
The rhythmic change of time's swift flow	J2
As part of still eternity	B
Her life all honour observed with awe	S2
Which cross experience could not mar	T2
The fiction of the Christian law	U2
That all men honourable are	T2
And so her smile at once conferr'd	V2
High flattery and benign reproof	-
And I a rude boy strangely stirr'd	V2
Grew courtly in my own behoof	-
The years so far from doing her wrong	L
Anointed her with gracious balm	W2
And made her brows more and more young	X2
With wreaths of amaranth and palm	W2
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IV	-
Was this her eldest Honor prude	Y2
Who would not let me pull the swing	K
Who kiss'd at Christmas call'd me rude	Y2
And sobbing low refused to sing	K
How changed In shape no slender Grace	R2
But Venus milder than the dove	-
Her mother's air her Norman face	R2
Her large sweet eyes clear lakes of love	-
Mary I knew In former time	I2
Ailing and pale she thought that bliss	Z2
Was only for a better clime	I2
And heavenly overmuch scorn'd this	Z2
I rash with theories of the right	C
Which stretch'd the tether of my Creed	A3
But did not break it held delight	C
Half discipline We disagreed	A3
She told the Dean I wanted grace	R2
Now she was kindest of the three	B
And soft wild roses deck'd her face	R2
And what was this my Mildred she	B
To herself and all a sweet surprise	G
My Pet who romp'd and roll'd a hoop	B3
I wonder'd where those daisy eyes	G
Had found their touching curve and droop	B3
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V	B
Unmannerly times But now we sat	C3
Stranger than strangers till I caught	D3
And answer'd Mildred's smile and that	C3
Spread to the rest and freedom brought	E3
The Dean talk'd little looking on	F3
Of three such daughters justly vain	N
What letters they had had from Bonn	F3
Said Mildred and what plums from Spain	N
By Honor I was kindly task'd	G3
To excuse my never coming down	Z
From Cambridge Mary smiled and ask'd	G3
Were Kant and Goethe yet outgrown	Y
And pleased we talk'd the old days o'er	D2
And parting I for pleasure sigh'd	H3
To be there as a friend since more	I3
Seem'd then seems still excuse for pride	H3
For something that abode endued	Y2
With temple like repose an air	X
Of life's kind purposes pursued	Y2
With order'd freedom sweet and fair	X
A tent pitch'd in a world not right	C
It seem'd whose inmates every one	M2
On tranquil faces bore the light	C
Of duties beautifully done	M2
And humbly though they had few peers	J3
Kept their own laws which seem'd to be	B
The fair sum of six thousand years'	J3
Traditions of civility	B

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