The Unknown Eros Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCCDDCEECCAADDCCCCC CCCFGC DC HDIDHDCCC DCCCCDJJDDDDDDK LMMNDCCCCCOOCCIICPPD C QPCCCRCRQQP SSAADDCDCDGGOOCCNNProem | A |
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Many speak wisely some inerrably | B |
Witness the beast who talk'd that should have bray'd | C |
And Caiaphas that said | C |
Expedient 'twas for all that One should die | C |
But what avails | D |
When Love's right accent from their wisdom fails | D |
And the Truth criers know not what they cry | C |
Say wherefore thou | E |
As under bondage of some bitter vow | E |
Warblest no word | C |
When all the rest are shouting to be heard | C |
Why leave the fervid running just when Fame | A |
'Gan whispering of thy name | A |
Amongst the hard pleased Judges of the Course | D |
Parch'd is thy crystal flowing source | D |
Pierce then with thought's steel probe the trodden ground | C |
Till passion's buried floods be found | C |
Intend thine eye | C |
Into the dim and undiscover'd sky | C |
Whose lustres are the pulsings of the heart | C |
And promptly as thy trade is watch to chart | C |
The lonely suns the mystic hazes and throng'd sparkles bright | C |
That named and number'd right | C |
In sweet transpicuous words shall glow alway | F |
With Love's three stranded ray | G |
Red wrath compassion golden lazuline delight | C |
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Thus in reproof of my despondency | D |
My Mentor and thus I | C |
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O season strange for song | H |
And yet some timely power persuades my lips | D |
Is't England's parting soul that nerves my tongue | I |
As other Kingdoms nearing their eclipse | D |
Have in their latest bards uplifted strong | H |
The voice that was their voice in earlier days | D |
Is it her sudden loud and piercing cry | C |
The note which those that seem too weak to sigh | C |
Will sometimes utter just before they die | C |
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Lo weary of the greatness of her ways | D |
There lies my Land with hasty pulse and hard | C |
Her ancient beauty marr'd | C |
And in her cold and aimless roving sight | C |
Horror of light | C |
Sole vigour left in her last lethargy | D |
Save when at bidding of some dreadful breath | J |
The rising death | J |
Rolls up with force | D |
And then the furiously gibbering corse | D |
Shakes panglessly convuls'd and sightless stares | D |
Whilst one Physician pours in rousing wines | D |
One anodynes | D |
And one declares | D |
That nothing ails it but the pains of growth | K |
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My last look loth | L |
Is taken and I turn with the relief | M |
Of knowing that my life long hope and grief | M |
Are surely vain | N |
To that unshapen time to come when She | D |
A dim heroic Nation long since dead | C |
The foulness of her agony forgot | C |
Shall all benignly shed | C |
Through ages vast | C |
The ghostly grace of her transfigured past | C |
Over the present harass'd and forlorn | O |
Of nations yet unborn | O |
And this shall be the lot | C |
Of those who in the bird voice and the blast | C |
Of her omniloquent tongue | I |
Have truly sung | I |
Or greatly said | C |
To shew as one | P |
With those who have best done | P |
And be as rays | D |
Thro' the still altering world around her changeless head | C |
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Therefore no 'plaint be mine | Q |
Of listeners none | P |
No hope of render'd use or proud reward | C |
In hasty times and hard | C |
But chants as of a lonely thrush's throat | C |
At latest eve | R |
That does in each calm note | C |
Both joy and grieve | R |
Notes few and strong and fine | Q |
Gilt with sweet day's decline | Q |
And sad with promise of a different sun | P |
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'Mid the loud concert harsh | S |
Of this fog folded marsh | S |
To me else dumb | A |
Uranian Clearness come | A |
Give me to breathe in peace and in surprise | D |
The light thrill'd ether of your rarest skies | D |
Till inmost absolution start | C |
The welling in the grateful eyes | D |
The heaving in the heart | C |
Winnow with sighs | D |
And wash away | G |
With tears the dust and stain of clay | G |
Till all the Song be Thine as beautiful as Morn | O |
Bedeck'd with shining clouds of scorn | O |
And Thou Inspirer deign to brood | C |
O'er the delighted words and call them Very Good | C |
This grant Clear Spirit and grant that I remain | N |
Content to ask unlikely gifts in vain | N |
Coventry Patmore
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