The Angel In The House. Book Ii. Canto Ix. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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PreludesA
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I The Nursling of CivilityB
Lo how the woman once was woo'dC
Forth leapt the savage from his lairD
And fell'd her and to nuptials rudeC
He dragg'd her bleeding by the hairD
From that to Chloe's dainty wilesE
And Portia's dignified consentF
What distance But these Pagan stylesE
How far below Time's fair intentF
Siegfried sued Kriemhild Sweeter lifeG
Could Love's self covet Yet 'tis sungH
In what rough sort he chid his wifeG
For want of curb upon her tongueH
Shall Love where last I leave him haltI
Nay none can fancy or foreseeB
To how strange bliss may time exaltI
This nursling of civilityB
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II The Foreign LandJ
A woman is a foreign landJ
Of which though there he settle youngH
A man will ne'er quite understandJ
The customs politics and tongueH
The foolish hie them post haste throughK
See fashions odd and prospects fairD
Learn of the language How d'ye doK
And go and brag they have been thereD
The most for leave to trade applyL
For once at Empire's seat her heartM
Then get what knowledge ear and eyeL
Glean chancewise in the life long martM
And certain others few and fitN
Attach them to the Court and seeB
The Country's best its accent hitN
And partly sound its polityB
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III DisappointmentO
The bliss which woman's charms bespeakP
I've sought in many found in noneQ
In many 'tis in vain you seekP
What can be found in only oneQ
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The FriendsR
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IL
Frank's long dull letter lying byL
The gay sash from Honoria's waistS
Reproach'd me passion spared a sighL
For friendship without fault disgracedS
How should I greet him how pretendT
I felt the love he once inspiredU
Time was when either in his friendT
His own deserts with joy admiredU
We took one side in school debateV
Like hopes pursued with equal thirstW
Were even bracketed by FateV
Twin Wranglers seventh from the FirstW
And either loved a lady's laughX
More than all music he and IL
Were perfect in the pleasant halfX
Of universal charityB
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IIL
From pride of likeness thus I lovedY
Him and he me till love begotZ
The lowliness which now approvedA2
Nothing but that which I was notB2
Blest was the pride of feeling soC2
Subjected to a girl's soft reignD2
She was my vanity and ohC2
All other vanities how vainD2
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IIIL
Frank follow'd in his letter's trackE2
And set my guilty heart at easeF2
By echoing my excuses backE2
With just the same apologiesF2
So he had slighted me as wellG2
Nor was my mind disburthen'd lessH2
When what I sought excuse to tellG2
He of himself did first confessH2
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IVX
Each rapturous praised his lady's worthI2
He eloquently thus Her faceJ2
Is the summ'd sweetness of the earthI2
Her soul the glass of heaven's graceJ2
To which she leads me by the handJ
Or briefly all the truth to sayK2
To you who briefly understandJ
She is both heaven and the wayK2
Displeasures and resentments passL2
Athwart her charitable eyesM2
More fleetingly than breath from glassL2
Or truth from foolish memoriesF2
Her heart's so touch'd with others' woesN2
She has no need of chastisementJ
Her gentle life's conditions closeO2
Like God's commandments with contentJ
And make an aspect calm and gayK2
Where sweet affections come and goC2
Till all who see her smile and sayK2
How fair and happy that she's soC2
She is so lovely true and pureP2
Her virtue virtue so endearsC2
That often when I think of herQ2
Life's meanness fills mine eyes with tearsC2
You paint Miss Churchill Pray go onR2
She's perfect and if joy was muchS2
To think her nature's paragonR2
'Tis more that there's another suchS2
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VX
Praising and paying back their praiseC2
With rapturous hearts t'ward Sarum SpireT2
We walk'd in evening's golden hazeC2
Friendship from passion stealing fireQ2
In joy's crown danced the feather jestJ
And parting by the Deanery doorU2
Clasp'd hands less shy than words confess'dJ
We had not been true friends beforeU2

Coventry Patmore



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