The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto Vi. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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PreludesA
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I Perfect Love rareB
Most rare is still most noble foundC
Most noble still most incompleteD
Sad law which leaves King Love uncrown'dD
In this obscure terrestrial seatD
With bale more sweet than others' blissE
And bliss more wise than others' baleF
The secrets of the world are hisG
And freedom without let or paleF
O zealous good O virtuous gleeH
Religious and without alloyI
O privilege high which none but heH
Who highly merits can enjoyI
O Love who art that fabled sunJ
Which all the world with bounty loadsK
Without respect of realms save oneJ
And gilds with double lustre RhodesK
A day of whose delicious lifeL
Though full of terrors full of tearsM
Is better than of other lifeL
A hundred thousand million yearsN
Thy heavenly splendour magnifiesO
The least commixture of earth's mouldD
Cheapens thyself in thine own eyesO
And makes the foolish mocker boldD
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II Love JustifiedD
What if my pole star of respectD
Be dim to others Shall their NayP
Presumably their own defectD
Invalidate my heart's strong YeaP
And can they rightly me condemnQ
If I with partial love preferR
I am not more unjust to themQ
But only not unjust to herR
Leave us alone After awhileS
This pool of private charityH
Shall make its continent an isleS
And roll a world embracing seaH
This foolish zeal of lip for lipT
This fond self sanction'd wilful zestD
Is that elect relationshipT
Which forms and sanctions all the restD
This little germ of nuptial loveU
Which springs so simply from the sodD
The root is as my song shall proveV
Of all our love to man and GodD
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III Love ServiceableW
What measure Fate to him shall meteD
Is not the noble Lover's careB
He's heart sick with a longing sweetD
To make her happy as she's fairB
Oh misery should she him refuseX
And so her dearest good mistakeY
His own success he thus pursuesX
With frantic zeal for her sole sakeY
To lose her were his life to blightD
Being loss to hers to make her hisG
Except as helping her delightD
He calls but accidental blissE
And holding life as so much pelfV
To buy her posies learns this loreZ
He does not rightly love himselfV
Who does not love another moreZ
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IV A Riddle SolvedD
Kind souls you wonder why love youA2
When you you wonder why love noneJ
We love Fool for the good we doA2
Not that which unto us is doneJ
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The DeanB2
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The Ladies rose I held the doorZ
And sigh'd as her departing graceC2
Assured me that she always woreZ
A heart as happy as her faceC2
And jealous of the winds that blewA2
I dreaded o'er the tasteless wineD2
What fortune momently might doA2
To hurt the hope that she'd be mineD2
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Towards my mark the Dean's talk setD
He praised my Notes on AburyZ
Read when the Association metD
At Sarum he was pleased to seeH
I had not stopp'd as some men hadD
At Wrangler and Prize Poet lastD
He hoped the business was not badD
I came about then the wine pass'dD
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III-
A full glass prefaced my reply-
I loved his daughter Honor I toldD
My estate and prospects might I try-
To win her At my words so boldD
My sick heart sank Then he He gaveV
His glad consent if I could getD
Her love A dear good Girl she'd haveV
Only three thousand pounds as yetD
More bye and bye Yes his good willE2
Should go with me he would not stirZ
He and my father in old time stillE2
Wish'd I should one day marry herZ
But God so seldom lets us takeY
Our chosen pathway when it liesO
In steps that either mar or makeY
Or alter others' destiniesF2
That though his blessing and his pray'rZ
Had help'd should help my suit yet heH
Left all to me his passive shareZ
Consent and opportunityH
My chance he hoped was good I'd wonJ
Some name already friends and placeC2
Appear'd within my reach but noneJ
Her mind and manners would not graceC2
Girls love to see the men in whomG2
They invest their vanities admiredD
Besides where goodness is there roomG2
For good to work will be desiredD
'Twas so with one now pass'd awayP
And what she was at twenty twoA2
Honor was now and he might sayP
Mine was a choice I could not rueA2
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IVV
He ceased and gave his hand He had wonJ
And all my heart was in my wordD
From me the affection of a sonJ
Whichever fortune Heaven conferr'dD
Well well would I take more wine Then goH2
To her she makes tea on the lawnI2
These fine warm afternoons And soH2
We went whither my soul was drawnI2
And her light hearted ignoranceJ2
Of interest in our discourseK2
Fill'd me with love and seem'd to enhanceL2
Her beauty with pathetic forceK2
As through the flowery mazes sweetD
Fronting the wind that flutter'd blytheM2
And loved her shape and kiss'd her feetD
Shown to their insteps proud and litheM2
She approach'd all mildness and young trustD
And ever her chaste and noble airZ
Gave to love's feast its choicest gustD
A vague faint augury of despairZ

Coventry Patmore



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