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

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PreludesA
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I Love's PerversityB
How strange a thing a lover seemsC
To animals that do not loveD
Lo where he walks and talks in dreamsC
And flouts us with his Lady's gloveD
How foreign is the garb he wearsE
And how his great devotion mocksF
Our poor propriety and scaresE
The undevout with paradoxF
His soul through scorn of worldly careG
And great extremes of sweet and gallH
And musing much on all that's fairG
Grows witty and fantasticalH
He sobs his joy and sings his griefI
And evermore finds such delightJ
In simply picturing his reliefI
That 'plaining seems to cure his plightJ
He makes his sorrow when there's noneK
His fancy blows both cold and hotL
Next to the wish that she'll be wonK
His first hope is that she may notL
He sues yet deprecates consentM
Would she be captured she must flyH
She looks too happy and contentM
For whose least pleasure he would dieH
Oh cruelty she cannot careG
For one to whom she's always kindN
He says he's nought but oh despairG
If he's not Jove to her fond mindN
He's jealous if she pets a doveD
She must be his with all her soulH
Yet 'tis a postulate in loveD
That part is greater than the wholeH
And all his apprehension's stressO
When he's with her regards her hairG
Her hand a ribbon of her dressO
As if his life were only thereG
Because she's constant he will changeP
And kindest glances coldly meetQ
And all the time he seems so strangeP
His soul is fawning at her feetQ
Of smiles and simple heaven grown tiredR
He wickedly provokes her tearsE
And when she weeps as he desiredR
Falls slain with ecstasies of fearsS
He blames her though she has no faultT
Except the folly to be hisU
He worships her the more to exaltT
The profanation of a kissV
Health's his disease he's never wellH
But when his paleness shames her roseW
His faith's a rock built citadelH
Its sign a flag that each way blowsW
His o'erfed fancy frets and fumesX
And Love in him is fierce like HateY
And ruffles his ambrosial plumesX
Against the bars of time and fateY
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II The Power of LoveD
Samson the Mighty SolomonK
The Wise and Holy David allH
Must doff their crowns to Love for noneK
But fell as Love would scorn to fallH
And what may fallen spirits winZ
When stripes and precepts cannot moveA2
Only the sadness of all sinZ
When look'd at in the light of LoveD
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The Love LettersB2
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IH
You ask Will admiration haltT
Should spots appear within my SunK
Oh how I wish I knew your faultT
For Love's tired gaze to rest uponC2
Your graces which have made me greatY
Will I so loftily admireD2
Yourself yourself shall emulateY
And be yourself your own desireE2
I'll nobly mirror you too fairG
And when you're false to me your glassF2
What's wanting you'll by that repairG
So bring yourself through me to passF2
O Dearest tell me how to proveA2
Goodwill which cannot be express'dG2
The beneficial heart of loveD
Is labour in an idle breastG2
Name in the world your chosen partH2
And here I vow with all the bentM
And application of my heartH2
To give myself to your contentM
Would you live on home worshipp'd thusI2
Not proudly high nor poorly lowH
Indeed the lines are fall'n to usI2
In pleasant places Be it soH
But would you others heav'nward moveA2
By sight not faith while you they admireD2
I'll help with zeal as I approveA2
That just and merciful desireE2
High as the lonely moon to viewJ2
I'll lift your light do you decreeB
Your place I'll win it for from youJ2
Command inspires capacityB
Or unseen would you sway the worldK2
More surely Then in gracious rhymeL2
I'll raise your emblem fair unfurl'dK2
With blessing in the breeze of timeL2
Faith removes mountains much more loveD
Let your contempt abolish meB
If ought of your devisal proveA2
Too hard or high to do or beB
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IIH
I ended From your Sweet Heart SirE2
Said Nurse The Dean's man brings it downM2
I could have kiss'd both him and herE2
Nurse give him that with half a crownM2
How beat my heart how paused my breathN2
When with perversely fond delayH
I broke the seal that bore a wreathO2
Of roses link'd with one of bayH
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IIIH
I found your note How very kindN
To leave it there I cannot tellH
How pleased I was or how you findN
Words to express your thoughts so wellH
The Girls are going to the BallH
At Wilton If you can do comeP2
And any day this week you callH
Papa and I shall be at homeQ2
You said to Mary once I hopeR2
In jest that women should be vainS2
On Saturday your friend her PopeR2
The Bishop dined with us againT2
She put the question if they oughtU2
He turn'd it cleverly awayH
For giddy Mildred cried she thoughtU2
We must with 'What we must we may '-
Dear papa laugh'd and said 'twas sadV2
To think how vain his girls would beB
Above all Mary now she hadV2
Episcopal authorityB
But I was very dull dear friendW2
And went upstairs at last and criedX2
Be sure to come to day or sendW2
A rose leaf kiss'd on either sideX2
Adieu I am not well Last nightJ
My dreams were wild I often wokeY2
The summer lightning was so brightJ
And when it flash'd I thought you spokeY2

Coventry Patmore



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