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

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEDFGFGEHEHIJIJDKD K LMNMOPGPGQRQRSTUT VWIWI X YZA2B2C2D2C2D2 E2F2G2H2I2J2I2J2K2KK 2KL2 E2M2 N2 N2YO2A2O2XMXMP2TP2TN GNG O2Q2R2Q2S2T2S2T2U2GU 2GV2W2V2W2 D2X2Y2Z2Y2WA3WA3WB3W B3C3E2C3E2DD2DD2FRFD 3WR2WE3

PreludesA
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I RejectedB
Perhaps she's dancing somewhere nowC
The thoughts of light and music wakeD
Sharp jealousies that grow and growE
Till silence and the darkness acheD
He sees her step so proud and gayF
Which ere he spake foretold despairG
Thus did she look on such a dayF
And such the fashion of her hairG
And thus she stood when kneeling lowE
He took the bramble from her dressH
And thus she laugh'd and talk'd whose NoE
Was sweeter than another's YesH
He feeds on thoughts that most dejectI
He impudently feigns her charmsJ
So reverenced in his own respectI
Dreadfully clasp'd by other armsJ
And turns and puts his brows that acheD
Against the pillow where 'tis coldK
If only now his heart would breakD
But oh how much a heart can holdK
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II RachelL
You loved her and would lie all nightM
Thinking how beautiful she wasN
And what to do for her delightM
Now both are bound with alien lawsO
Be patient put your heart to schoolP
Weep if you will but not despairG
The trust that nought goes wrong by ruleP
Should ease this load the many bearG
Love if there's heav'n shall meet his duesQ
Though here unmatch'd or match'd amissR
Meanwhile the gentle cannot chooseQ
But learn to love the lips they kissR
Ne'er hurt the homely sister's earsS
With Rachel's beauties secret beT
The lofty mind whose lonely tearsU
Protest against mortalityT
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III The Heart's PropheciesV
Be not amazed at life 'tis stillW
The mode of God with His electI
Their hopes exactly to fulfilW
In times and ways they least expectI
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The Queen s RoomX
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I-
There's nothing happier than the daysY
In which young Love makes every thoughtZ
Pure as a bride's blush when she saysA2
I will unto she knows not whatB2
And lovers on the love lit globeC2
For love's sweet sake walk yet aloofD2
And hear Time weave the marriage robeC2
Attraction warp and reverence woofD2
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II-
My Housekeeper my Nurse of yoreE2
Cried as the latest carriage wentF2
Well Mr Felix Sir I'm sureG2
The morning's gone off excellentH2
I never saw the show to passI2
The ladies in their fine fresh gownsJ2
So sweetly dancing on the grassI2
To music with its ups and downsJ2
We'd such work Sir to clean the plateK2
'Twas just the busy times of oldK
The Queen's room Sir look'd quite like stateK2
Miss Smythe when she went up made boldK
To peep into the Rose BoudoirL2
And cried 'How charming all quite new '-
And wonder'd who it could be forE2
All but Miss Honor look'd in tooM2
But she's too proud to peep and pry-
None's like that sweet Miss Honor SirN2
Excuse my humbleness but I-
Pray Heav'n you'll get a wife like herN2
The Poor love dear Miss Honor's waysY
Better than money Mrs RouseO2
Who ought to know a lady saysA2
No finer goes to Wilton HouseO2
Miss Bagshaw thought that dreary roomX
Had kill'd old Mrs Vaughan with frightM
She would not sleep in such a tombX
For all her host was worth a nightM
Miss Fry Sir laugh'd they talk'd the restP2
In French and French Sir's Greek to meT
But though they smiled and seem'd to jestP2
No love was lost for I could seeT
How serious like Miss Honor wasN
Well Nurse this is not my affairG
The ladies talk'd in French with causeN
Good day and thank you for your prayerG
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I loiter'd through the vacant houseO2
Soon to be hers in one room stay'dQ2
Of old my mother's Here my vowsR2
Of endless thanks were oftenest paidQ2
This room its first condition keptS2
For on her road to Sarum TownT2
Therein an English Queen had sleptS2
Before the Hurst was half pull'd downT2
The pictured walls the place becameU2
Here ran the Brook Anaurus whereG
Stout Jason bore the wrinkled dameU2
Whom serving changed to Juno thereG
Ixion's selfish hope insteadV2
Of the nuptial goddess clasp'd a cloudW2
And here translated Psyche fedV2
Her gaze on Love not disallow'dW2
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IVD2
And in this chamber had she beenX2
And into that she would not lookY2
My Joy my Vanity my QueenZ2
At whose dear name my pulses shookY2
To others how express at allW
My worship in that joyful shrineA3
I scarcely can myself recallW
What peace and ardour then were mineA3
And how more sweet than aught belowW
The daylight and its duties doneB3
It felt to fold the hands and soW
Relinquish all regards but oneB3
To see her features in the darkC3
To lie and meditate once moreE2
The grace I did not fully markC3
The tone I had not heard beforeE2
And from my pillow then to takeD
Her notes her picture and her gloveD2
Put there for joy when I should wakeD
And press them to the heart of loveD2
And then to whisper Wife and prayF
To live so long as not to missR
That unimaginable dayF
Which farther seems the nearer 'tisD3
And still from joy's unfathom'd wellW
To drink in dreams while on her browsR2
Of innocence ineffableW
Blossom'd the laughing bridal roseE3

Coventry Patmore



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