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

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PreludesA
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I The Daughter of EveB
The woman's gentle mood o'ersteptC
Withers my love that lightly scansD
The rest and does in her acceptC
All her own faults but none of man'sD
As man I cannot judge her illE
Or honour her fair station lessF
Who with a woman's errors stillE
Preserves a woman's gentlenessG
For thus I think if one I seeH
Who disappoints my high desireI
How admirable would she beH
Could she but know how I admireJ
Or fail she though from blemish clearK
To charm I call it my defectC
And so my thought with reverent fearK
To err by doltish disrespectC
Imputes love's great regard and saysL
Though unapparent 'tis to meH
Be sure this Queen some other swaysM
With well perceiv'd supremacyH
Behold the worst Light from aboveN
On the blank ruin writes ForbearK
Her first crime was unguarded loveN
And all the rest perhaps despairK
Discrown'd dejected but not lostC
O sad one with no more a nameO
Or place in all the honour'd hostC
Of maiden and of matron fameO
Grieve on but if thou grievest rightC
'Tis not that these abhor thy stateC
Nor would'st thou lower the least the heightC
Which makes thy casting down so greatC
Good is thy lot in its degreeK
For hearts that verily repentC
Are burden'd with impunityK
And comforted by chastisementK
Sweet patience sanctify thy woesP
And doubt not but our God is justK
Albeit unscathed thy traitor goesP
And thou art stricken to the dustK
That penalty's the best to bearK
Which follows soonest on the sinQ
And guilt's a game where losers fareK
Better than those who seem to winQ
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II Aurea DictaK
'Tis truth although this truth's a starK
Too deep enskied for all to seeK
As poets of grammar lovers areK
The fountains of moralityK
Child would you shun the vulgar doomR
In love disgust in death despairK
Know death must come and love must comeS
And so for each your soul prepareK
Who pleasure follows pleasure slaysK
God's wrath upon himself he wreaksK
But all delights rejoice his daysK
Who takes with thanks and never seeksK
The wrong is made and measured byT
The right's inverted dignityK
Change love to shame as love is highT
So low in hell your bed shall beK
How easy to keep free from sinQ
How hard that freedom to recallU
For dreadful truth it is that menV
Forget the heavens from which they fallU
Lest sacred love your soul ensnareK
With pious fancy still inferK
How loving and how lovely fairK
Must He be who has fashion'd herK
Become whatever good you seeK
Nor sigh if forthwith fades from viewW
The grace of which you may not beK
The subject and spectator tooW
Love's perfect blossom only blowsK
Where noble manners veil defectK
Angels may be familiar thoseK
Who err each other must respectK
Love blabb'd of is a great declineX
A careless word unsanctions senseK
But he who casts Heaven's truth to swineX
Consummates all incontinenceK
Not to unveil before the gazeK
Of an imperfect sympathyK
In aught we are is the sweet praiseK
And the main sum of modestyK
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The DanceK
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IT
My memory of Heaven awakesK
She's not of the earth although her lightK
As lantern'd by her body makesK
A piece of it past bearing brightK
So innocently proud and fairK
She is that Wisdom sings for gleeK
And Folly dies breathing one airK
With such a bright cheek'd chastityK
And though her charms are a strong lawY
Compelling all men to admireK
They go so clad with lovely aweZ
None but the noble dares desireK
He who would seek to make her hisK
Will comprehend that souls of graceK
Own sweet repulsion and that 'tisK
The quality of their embraceK
To be like the majestic reachA2
Of coupled suns that from afarK
Mingle their mutual spheres while eachA2
Circles the twin obsequious starK
And in the warmth of hand to handK
Of heart to heart he'll vow to noteK
And reverently understandK
How the two spirits shine remoteK
And ne'er to numb fine honour's nerveB2
Nor let sweet awe in passion meltK
Nor fail by courtesies to observeB2
The space which makes attraction feltK
Nor cease to guard like life the senseK
Which tells him that the embrace of loveN
Is o'er a gulf of differenceK
Love cannot sound nor death removeC2
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IIT
This learn'd I watching where she dancedK
Native to melody and lightK
And now and then toward me glancedK
Pleased as I hoped to please my sightK
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IIIT
Ah love to speak was impotentK
Till music did a tongue conferK
And I ne'er knew what music meantK
Until I danced to it with herK
Too proud of the sustaining powerK
Of my till then unblemish'd joyD2
My passion for reproof that hourK
Tasted mortality's alloyD2
And bore me down an eddying gulfE2
I wish'd the world might run to wreckF2
So I but once might fling myselfG2
Obliviously about her neckF2
I press'd her hand by will or chanceK
I know not but I saw the raysK
Withdrawn which did till then enhanceK
Her fairness with its thanks for praiseK
I knew my spirit's vague offenceK
Was patent to the dreaming eyeT
And heavenly tact of innocenceK
And did for fear my fear defyT
And ask'd her for the next dance YesK
No had not fall'n with half the forceK
She was fulfill'd with gentlenessK
And I with measureless remorseK
And ere I slept on bended kneeK
I own'd myself with many a tearK
Unseasonable disorderlyK
And a deranger of love's sphereK
Gave thanks that when we stumble and fallU
We hurt ourselves and not the truthH2
And rising found its brightness allU
The brighter through the tears of ruthH2
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IVT
Nor was my hope that night made lessK
Though order'd humbled and reprovedK
Her farewell did her heart expressK
As much but not with anger movedK
My trouble had my soul betray'dK
And in the night of my despairK
My love a flower of noon afraidK
Divulged its fulness unawareK
I saw she saw and O sweet HeavenI2
Could my glad mind have creditedK
That influence had to me been givenI2
To affect her so I should have saidK
That though she from herself conceal'dK
Love's felt delight and fancied harmJ2
They made her face the jousting fieldK
Of joy and beautiful alarmJ2

Coventry Patmore



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