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

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Preludes	A
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I The Rose of the World	B
Lo when the Lord made North and South	C
And sun and moon ordained He	D
Forthbringing each by word of mouth	C
In order of its dignity	D
Did man from the crude clay express	E
By sequence and all else decreed	F
He form'd the woman nor might less	E
Than Sabbath such a work succeed	F
And still with favour singled out	G
Marr'd less than man by mortal fall	H
Her disposition is devout	G
Her countenance angelical	H
The best things that the best believe	I
Are in her face so kindly writ	J
The faithless seeing her conceive	I
Not only heaven but hope of it	J
No idle thought her instinct shrouds	K
But fancy chequers settled sense	L
Like alteration of the clouds	K
On noonday's azure permanence	M
Pure dignity composure ease	N
Declare affections nobly fix'd	O
And impulse sprung from due degrees	N
Of sense and spirit sweetly mix'd	O
Her modesty her chiefest grace	P
The cestus clasping Venus' side	Q
How potent to deject the face	P
Of him who would affront its pride	Q
Wrong dares not in her presence speak	R
Nor spotted thought its taint disclose	S
Under the protest of a cheek	R
Outbragging Nature's boast the rose	S
In mind and manners how discreet	T
How artless in her very art	U
How candid in discourse how sweet	T
The concord of her lips and heart	U
How simple and how circumspect	V
How subtle and how fancy free	D
Though sacred to her love how deck'd	V
With unexclusive courtesy	D
How quick in talk to see from far	W
The way to vanquish or evade	X
How able her persuasions are	W
To prove her reasons to persuade	X
How not to call true instinct's bent	Y
And woman's very nature harm	Z
How amiable and innocent	A2
Her pleasure in her power to charm	Z
How humbly careful to attract	B2
Though crown'd with all the soul desires	C2
Connubial aptitude exact	B2
Diversity that never tires	C2
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II The Tribute	D2
Boon Nature to the woman bows	E2
She walks in earth's whole glory clad	F2
And chiefest far herself of shows	S
All others help her and are glad	F2
No splendour 'neath the sky's proud dome	G2
But serves for her familiar wear	H2
The far fetch'd diamond finds its home	G2
Flashing and smouldering in her hair	H2
For her the seas their pearls reveal	H
Art and strange lands her pomp supply	H
With purple chrome and cochineal	H
Ochre and lapis lazuli	H
The worm its golden woof presents	I2
Whatever runs flies dives or delves	J2
All doff for her their ornaments	I2
Which suit her better than themselves	J2
And all by this their power to give	K2
Proving her right to take proclaim	L2
Her beauty's clear prerogative	K2
To profit so by Eden's blame	L2
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III Compensation	M2
That nothing here may want its praise	N2
Know she who in her dress reveals	O2
A fine and modest taste displays	N2
More loveliness than she conceals	O2
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The Morning Call	H
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I	H
By meekness charm'd or proud to allow	H
A queenly claim to live admired	P2
Full many a lady has ere now	H
My apprehensive fancy fired	P2
And woven many a transient chain	Q2
But never lady like to this	R2
Who holds me as the weather vane	Q2
Is held by yonder clematis	R2
She seems the life of nature's powers	C2
Her beauty is the genial thought	S2
Which makes the sunshine bright the flowers	C2
But for their hint of her were nought	S2
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II	H
A voice the sweeter for the grace	P
Of suddenness while thus I dream'd	S2
Good morning said or sang Her face	P
The mirror of the morning seem'd	S2
Her sisters in the garden walk'd	S2
And would I come Across the Hall	H
She led me and we laugh'd and talk'd	S2
And praised the Flower show and the Ball	H
And Mildred's pinks had gain'd the Prize	T2
And stepping like the light foot fawn	U2
She brought me Wiltshire Butterflies	T2
The Prize book then we paced the lawn	U2
Close cut and with geranium plots	V2
A rival glow of green and red	S2
Then counted sixty apricots	V2
On one small tree the gold fish fed	S2
And watch'd where black with scarlet tans	W2
Proud Psyche stood and flash'd like flame	L2
Showing and shutting splendid fans	W2
And in the prize we found its name	L2
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III	H
The sweet hour lapsed and left my breast	S2
A load of joy and tender care	H2
And this delight which life oppress'd	S2
To fix'd aims grew that ask'd for pray'r	W
I rode home slowly whip in hand	S2
And soil'd bank notes all ready stood	S2
The Farmer who farm'd all my land	S2
Except the little Park and Wood	S2
And with the accustom'd compliment	S2
Of talk and beef and frothing beer	X2
I my own steward took my rent	S2
Three hundred pounds for half the year	X2
Our witnesses the Cook and Groom	Y2
We sign'd the lease for seven years more	Z2
And bade Good day then to my room	Y2
I went and closed and lock'd the door	Z2
And cast myself down on my bed	S2
And there with many a blissful tear	H2
I vow'd to love and pray'd to wed	S2
The maiden who had grown so dear	X2
Thank'd God who had set her in my path	A3
And promised as I hoped to win	B3
That I would never dim my faith	C3
By the least selfishness or sin	B3
Whatever in her sight I'd seem	D3
I'd truly be I'd never blend	S2
With my delight in her a dream	D3
'Twould change her cheek to comprehend	S2
And if she wish'd it I'd prefer	E3
Another's to my own success	E
And always seek the best for her	E3
With unofficious tenderness	F3
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IV	K2
Rising I breathed a brighter clime	D3
And found myself all self above	K2
And with a charity sublime	D3
Contemn'd not those who did not love	K2
And I could not but feel that then	G3
I shone with something of her grace	P
And went forth to my fellow men	G3
My commendation in my face	P

Coventry Patmore

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