The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEDFGFGHIHJKLKLGMG MNONOPQPQFRFRFSFSTUT URFRFVFVFWFWFRXRXYZY A2B2C2B2C2 D2E2VE2VF2FF2FE2VE2V G2H2G2H2I2RI2R RZFZFJ2RJ2R K2L2RL2R F FM2FM2N2FN2FRFRFRO2R O2FP2FP2 FVFL2FUFURHRHZNZNQ2F Q2F FR2FR2FFFF ZRFRFFRFRFHFHFK2N2K2 FS2FS2FN2FN2P2FP2F| Preludes | A |
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| I The Paragon | B |
| When I behold the skies aloft | C |
| Passing the pageantry of dreams | D |
| The cloud whose bosom cygnet soft | E |
| A couch for nuptial Juno seems | D |
| The ocean broad the mountains bright | F |
| The shadowy vales with feeding herds | G |
| I from my lyre the music smite | F |
| Nor want for justly matching words | G |
| All forces of the sea and air | H |
| All interests of hill and plain | I |
| I so can sing in seasons fair | H |
| That who hath felt may feel again | J |
| Elated oft by such free songs | K |
| I think with utterance free to raise | L |
| That hymn for which the whole world longs | K |
| A worthy hymn in woman's praise | L |
| A hymn bright noted like a bird's | G |
| Arousing these song sleepy times | M |
| With rhapsodies of perfect words | G |
| Ruled by returning kiss of rhymes | M |
| But when I look on her and hope | N |
| To tell with joy what I admire | O |
| My thoughts lie cramp'd in narrow scope | N |
| Or in the feeble birth expire | O |
| No mystery of well woven speech | P |
| No simplest phrase of tenderest fall | Q |
| No liken'd excellence can reach | P |
| Her the most excellent of all | Q |
| The best half of creation's best | F |
| Its heart to feel its eye to see | R |
| The crown and complex of the rest | F |
| Its aim and its epitome | R |
| Nay might I utter my conceit | F |
| 'Twere after all a vulgar song | S |
| For she's so simply subtly sweet | F |
| My deepest rapture does her wrong | S |
| Yet is it now my chosen task | T |
| To sing her worth as Maid and Wife | U |
| Nor happier post than this I ask | T |
| To live her laureate all my life | U |
| On wings of love uplifted free | R |
| And by her gentleness made great | F |
| I'll teach how noble man should be | R |
| To match with such a lovely mate | F |
| And then in her may move the more | V |
| The woman's wish to be desired | F |
| By praise increased till both shall soar | V |
| With blissful emulations fired | F |
| And as geranium pink or rose | W |
| Is thrice itself through power of art | F |
| So may my happy skill disclose | W |
| New fairness even in her fair heart | F |
| Until that churl shall nowhere be | R |
| Who bends not awed before the throne | X |
| Of her affecting majesty | R |
| So meek so far unlike our own | X |
| Until for who may hope too much | Y |
| From her who wields the powers of love | Z |
| Our lifted lives at last shall touch | Y |
| That happy goal to which they move | A2 |
| Until we find as darkness rolls | B2 |
| Away and evil mists dissolve | C2 |
| The nuptial contrasts are the poles | B2 |
| On which the heavenly spheres revolve | C2 |
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| II Love at Large | D2 |
| Whene'er I come where ladies are | E2 |
| How sad soever I was before | V |
| Though like a ship frost bound and far | E2 |
| Withheld in ice from the ocean's roar | V |
| Third winter'd in that dreadful dock | F2 |
| With stiffen'd cordage sails decay'd | F |
| And crew that care for calm and shock | F2 |
| Alike too dull to be dismay'd | F |
| Yet if I come where ladies are | E2 |
| How sad soever I was before | V |
| Then is my sadness banish'd far | E2 |
| And I am like that ship no more | V |
| Or like that ship if the ice field splits | G2 |
| Burst by the sudden polar Spring | H2 |
| And all thank God with their warming wits | G2 |
| And kiss each other and dance and sing | H2 |
| And hoist fresh sails that make the breeze | I2 |
| Blow them along the liquid sea | R |
| Out of the North where life did freeze | I2 |
| Into the haven where they would be | R |
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| III Love and Duty | R |
| Anne lived so truly from above | Z |
| She was so gentle and so good | F |
| That duty bade me fall in love | Z |
| And but for that thought I I should | F |
| I worshipp'd Kate with all my will | J2 |
| In idle moods you seem to see | R |
| A noble spirit in a hill | J2 |
| A human touch about a tree | R |
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| IV A Distinction | K2 |
| The lack of lovely pride in her | L2 |
| Who strives to please my pleasure numbs | R |
| And still the maid I most prefer | L2 |
| Whose care to please with pleasing comes | R |
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| Mary And Mildred | F |
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| I | - |
| One morning after Church I walk'd | F |
| Alone with Mary on the lawn | M2 |
| And felt myself howe'er we talk'd | F |
| To grave themes delicately drawn | M2 |
| When she delighted found I knew | N2 |
| More of her peace than she supposed | F |
| Our confidences heavenwards grew | N2 |
| Like fox glove buds in pairs disclosed | F |
| Our former faults did we confess | R |
| Our ancient feud was more than heal'd | F |
| And with the woman's eagerness | R |
| For amity full sign'd and seal'd | F |
| She offering up for sacrifice | R |
| Her heart's reserve brought out to show | O2 |
| Some verses made when she was ice | R |
| To all but Heaven six years ago | O2 |
| Since happier grown I took and read | F |
| The neat writ lines She void of guile | P2 |
| Too late repenting blush'd and said | F |
| I must not think about the style | P2 |
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| II | - |
| Day after day until to day | F |
| Imaged the others gone before | V |
| The same dull task the weary way | F |
| The weakness pardon'd o'er and o'er | L2 |
| The thwarted thirst too faintly felt | F |
| For joy's well nigh forgotten life | U |
| The restless heart which when I knelt | F |
| Made of my worship barren strife | U |
| Ah whence to day's so sweet release | R |
| This clearance light of all my care | H |
| This conscience free this fertile peace | R |
| These softly folded wings of prayer | H |
| This calm and more than conquering love | Z |
| With which nought evil dares to cope | N |
| This joy that lifts no glance above | Z |
| For faith too sure too sweet for hope | N |
| O happy time too happy change | Q2 |
| It will not live though fondly nurst | F |
| Full soon the sun will seem as strange | Q2 |
| As now the cloud which seems dispersed | F |
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| III | - |
| She from a rose tree shook the blight | F |
| And well she knew that I knew well | R2 |
| Her grace with silence to requite | F |
| And answering now the luncheon bell | R2 |
| I laugh'd at Mildred's laugh which made | F |
| All melancholy wrong its mood | F |
| Such sweet self confidence display'd | F |
| So glad a sense of present good | F |
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| IV | Z |
| I laugh'd and sigh'd for I confess | R |
| I never went to Ball or F te | F |
| Or Show but in pursuit express | R |
| Of my predestinated mate | F |
| And thus to me who had in sight | F |
| The happy chance upon the cards | R |
| Each beauty blossom'd in the light | F |
| Of tender personal regards | R |
| And in the records of my breast | F |
| Red letter'd eminently fair | H |
| Stood sixteen who beyond the rest | F |
| By turns till then had been my care | H |
| At Berlin three one at St Cloud | F |
| At Chatteris near Cambridge one | K2 |
| At Ely four in London two | N2 |
| Two at Bowness in Paris none | K2 |
| And last and best in Sarum three | F |
| But dearest of the whole fair troop | S2 |
| In judgment of the moment she | F |
| Whose daisy eyes had learn'd to droop | S2 |
| Her very faults my fancy fired | F |
| My loving will so thwarted grew | N2 |
| And bent on worship I admired | F |
| Whate'er she was with partial view | N2 |
| And yet when as to day her smile | P2 |
| Was prettiest I could not but note | F |
| Honoria less admired the while | P2 |
| Was lovelier though from love remote | F |
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