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

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I	A
Mine is no horse with wings to gain	B
The region of the spheral chime	C
He does but drag a rumbling wain	B
Cheer'd by the coupled bells of rhyme	C
And if at Fame's bewitching note	D
My homely Pegasus pricks an ear	E
The world's cart collar hugs his throat	D
And he's too sage to kick or rear	F
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II	A
Thus ever answer'd Vaughan his Wife	G
Who more than he desired his fame	H
But in his heart his thoughts were rife	G
How for her sake to earn a name	H
With bays poetic three times crown'd	I
And other college honours won	J
He if he chose might be renown'd	I
He had but little doubt she none	J
And in a loftier phrase he talk'd	K
With her upon their Wedding Day	L
The eighth while through the fields they walk'd	K
Their children shouting by the way	L
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III	A
Not careless of the gift of song	M
Nor out of love with noble fame	H
I meditating much and long	M
What I should sing how win a name	H
Considering well what theme unsung	N
What reason worth the cost of rhyme	C
Remains to loose the poet's tongue	N
In these last days the dregs of time	C
Learn that to me though born so late	O
There does beyond desert befall	P
May my great fortune make me great	O
The first of themes sung last of all	P
In green and undiscover'd ground	I
Yet near where many others sing	Q
I have the very well head found	I
Whence gushes the Pierian Spring	Q
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IV	G
Then she What is it Dear The Life	G
Of Arthur or Jerusalem's Fall	P
Neither your gentle self my Wife	G
And love that grows from one to all	P
And if I faithfully proclaim	H
Of these the exceeding worthiness	R
Surely the sweetest wreath of Fame	H
Shall to your hope my brows caress	S
And if by virtue of my choice	T
Of this the most heart touching theme	U
That ever tuned a poet's voice	T
I live as I am bold to dream	U
To be delight to many days	V
And into silence only cease	W
When those are still who shared their bays	V
With Laura and with Beatrice	X
Imagine Love how learned men	Y
Will deep conceiv'd devices find	Z
Beyond my purpose and my ken	Y
An ancient bard of simple mind	Z
You Sweet his Mistress Wife and Muse	A2
Were you for mortal woman meant	B2
Your praises give a hundred clues	A2
To mythological intent	B2
And severing thus the truth from trope	C2
In you the Commentators see	D2
Outlines occult of abstract scope	C2
A future for philosophy	D2
Your arm's on mine these are the meads	E2
In which we pass our living days	V
There Avon runs now hid with reeds	E2
Now brightly brimming pebbly bays	V
Those are our children's songs that come	F2
With bells and bleatings of the sheep	C2
And there in yonder English home	G2
We thrive on mortal food and sleep	C2
She laugh'd How proud she always was	H2
To feel how proud he was of her	I2
But he had grown distraught because	J2
The Muse's mood began to stir	I2
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V	D2
His purpose with performance crown'd	I
He to his well pleased Wife rehears'd	K2
When next their Wedding Day came round	I
His leisure's labour Book the First	K2

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