The Angel In The House. Book Ii. Canto Vi. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCDEFEFGHGHIJIJKLK LMHMHGNGNDHDHOGOGPQP QRERSTUTVHWHWXYXY DKHKHZA2ZD B2 HTKTC2YD2YE2GF2GF2A2 G2DG2H2MH2MI2HI2HA2D 2A2E2J2BJ2BK2L2K2L2D BA2B HE2M2E2M2N2HO2H HNHNHHP2HQ2R2S2R2T2U 2HU2 V2BV2BW2X2W2X2JY2JY2Preludes | A |
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I Love's Perversity | B |
How strange a thing a lover seems | C |
To animals that do not love | D |
Lo where he walks and talks in dreams | C |
And flouts us with his Lady's glove | D |
How foreign is the garb he wears | E |
And how his great devotion mocks | F |
Our poor propriety and scares | E |
The undevout with paradox | F |
His soul through scorn of worldly care | G |
And great extremes of sweet and gall | H |
And musing much on all that's fair | G |
Grows witty and fantastical | H |
He sobs his joy and sings his grief | I |
And evermore finds such delight | J |
In simply picturing his relief | I |
That 'plaining seems to cure his plight | J |
He makes his sorrow when there's none | K |
His fancy blows both cold and hot | L |
Next to the wish that she'll be won | K |
His first hope is that she may not | L |
He sues yet deprecates consent | M |
Would she be captured she must fly | H |
She looks too happy and content | M |
For whose least pleasure he would die | H |
Oh cruelty she cannot care | G |
For one to whom she's always kind | N |
He says he's nought but oh despair | G |
If he's not Jove to her fond mind | N |
He's jealous if she pets a dove | D |
She must be his with all her soul | H |
Yet 'tis a postulate in love | D |
That part is greater than the whole | H |
And all his apprehension's stress | O |
When he's with her regards her hair | G |
Her hand a ribbon of her dress | O |
As if his life were only there | G |
Because she's constant he will change | P |
And kindest glances coldly meet | Q |
And all the time he seems so strange | P |
His soul is fawning at her feet | Q |
Of smiles and simple heaven grown tired | R |
He wickedly provokes her tears | E |
And when she weeps as he desired | R |
Falls slain with ecstasies of fears | S |
He blames her though she has no fault | T |
Except the folly to be his | U |
He worships her the more to exalt | T |
The profanation of a kiss | V |
Health's his disease he's never well | H |
But when his paleness shames her rose | W |
His faith's a rock built citadel | H |
Its sign a flag that each way blows | W |
His o'erfed fancy frets and fumes | X |
And Love in him is fierce like Hate | Y |
And ruffles his ambrosial plumes | X |
Against the bars of time and fate | Y |
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II The Power of Love | D |
Samson the Mighty Solomon | K |
The Wise and Holy David all | H |
Must doff their crowns to Love for none | K |
But fell as Love would scorn to fall | H |
And what may fallen spirits win | Z |
When stripes and precepts cannot move | A2 |
Only the sadness of all sin | Z |
When look'd at in the light of Love | D |
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The Love Letters | B2 |
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I | H |
You ask Will admiration halt | T |
Should spots appear within my Sun | K |
Oh how I wish I knew your fault | T |
For Love's tired gaze to rest upon | C2 |
Your graces which have made me great | Y |
Will I so loftily admire | D2 |
Yourself yourself shall emulate | Y |
And be yourself your own desire | E2 |
I'll nobly mirror you too fair | G |
And when you're false to me your glass | F2 |
What's wanting you'll by that repair | G |
So bring yourself through me to pass | F2 |
O Dearest tell me how to prove | A2 |
Goodwill which cannot be express'd | G2 |
The beneficial heart of love | D |
Is labour in an idle breast | G2 |
Name in the world your chosen part | H2 |
And here I vow with all the bent | M |
And application of my heart | H2 |
To give myself to your content | M |
Would you live on home worshipp'd thus | I2 |
Not proudly high nor poorly low | H |
Indeed the lines are fall'n to us | I2 |
In pleasant places Be it so | H |
But would you others heav'nward move | A2 |
By sight not faith while you they admire | D2 |
I'll help with zeal as I approve | A2 |
That just and merciful desire | E2 |
High as the lonely moon to view | J2 |
I'll lift your light do you decree | B |
Your place I'll win it for from you | J2 |
Command inspires capacity | B |
Or unseen would you sway the world | K2 |
More surely Then in gracious rhyme | L2 |
I'll raise your emblem fair unfurl'd | K2 |
With blessing in the breeze of time | L2 |
Faith removes mountains much more love | D |
Let your contempt abolish me | B |
If ought of your devisal prove | A2 |
Too hard or high to do or be | B |
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II | H |
I ended From your Sweet Heart Sir | E2 |
Said Nurse The Dean's man brings it down | M2 |
I could have kiss'd both him and her | E2 |
Nurse give him that with half a crown | M2 |
How beat my heart how paused my breath | N2 |
When with perversely fond delay | H |
I broke the seal that bore a wreath | O2 |
Of roses link'd with one of bay | H |
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III | H |
I found your note How very kind | N |
To leave it there I cannot tell | H |
How pleased I was or how you find | N |
Words to express your thoughts so well | H |
The Girls are going to the Ball | H |
At Wilton If you can do come | P2 |
And any day this week you call | H |
Papa and I shall be at home | Q2 |
You said to Mary once I hope | R2 |
In jest that women should be vain | S2 |
On Saturday your friend her Pope | R2 |
The Bishop dined with us again | T2 |
She put the question if they ought | U2 |
He turn'd it cleverly away | H |
For giddy Mildred cried she thought | U2 |
We must with 'What we must we may ' | - |
Dear papa laugh'd and said 'twas sad | V2 |
To think how vain his girls would be | B |
Above all Mary now she had | V2 |
Episcopal authority | B |
But I was very dull dear friend | W2 |
And went upstairs at last and cried | X2 |
Be sure to come to day or send | W2 |
A rose leaf kiss'd on either side | X2 |
Adieu I am not well Last night | J |
My dreams were wild I often woke | Y2 |
The summer lightning was so bright | J |
And when it flash'd I thought you spoke | Y2 |
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