The Victories Of Love. Book I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CCDEFFGGHHIIJJDD KKLLALHHKKMMJJNNAALL KKOOPQRRJJJJSSJJJJKK JJJJ AATTUUVVIIJJWWXXJJ JJYYJJKKZZAAJJA2B2 JJJJC2C2KKD2D2E2E2 RRMMF2G2JJH2H2JJ JJI2I2KKJJJ2J2CCJJK2 L2M2N2KKO2O2P2P2JJKD 2Q2R2SSJJKKFFKAS2S2F 2F2T2U2KKV2V2 DDW2W2JJNNJJJJKK AB FFJJJJD2D2R2X2JJJJY2 M2Z2Z2DDT2T2KKJJDDJJ JJA3A3JJB3B3 A| I | A |
| From Frederick Graham | B |
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| Mother I smile at your alarms | C |
| I own indeed my Cousin's charms | C |
| But like all nursery maladies | D |
| Love is not badly taken twice | E |
| Have you forgotten Charlotte Hayes | F |
| My playmate in the pleasant days | F |
| At Knatchley and her sister Anne | G |
| The twins so made on the same plan | G |
| That one wore blue the other white | H |
| To mark them to their father's sight | H |
| And how at Knatchley harvesting | I |
| You bade me kiss her in the ring | I |
| Like Anne and all the others You | J |
| That never of my sickness knew | J |
| Will laugh yet had I the disease | D |
| And gravely if the signs are these | D |
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| As ere the Spring has any power | K |
| The almond branch all turns to flower | K |
| Though not a leaf is out so she | L |
| The bloom of life provoked in me | L |
| And hard till then and selfish I | A |
| Was thenceforth nought but sanctity | L |
| And service life was mere delight | H |
| In being wholly good and right | H |
| As she was just without a slur | K |
| Honouring myself no less than her | K |
| Obeying in the loneliest place | M |
| Ev'n to the slightest gesture grace | M |
| Assured that one so fair so true | J |
| He only served that was so too | J |
| For me hence weak towards the weak | N |
| No more the unnested blackbird's shriek | N |
| Startled the light leaved wood on high | A |
| Wander'd the gadding butterfly | A |
| Unscared by my flung cap the bee | L |
| Rifling the hollyhock in glee | L |
| Was no more trapp'd with his own flower | K |
| And for his honey slain Her power | K |
| From great things even to the grass | O |
| Through which the unfenced footways pass | O |
| Was law and that which keeps the law | P |
| Cherubic gaiety and awe | Q |
| Day was her doing and the lark | R |
| Had reason for his song the dark | R |
| In anagram innumerous spelt | J |
| Her name with stars that throbb'd and felt | J |
| 'Twas the sad summit of delight | J |
| To wake and weep for her at night | J |
| She turn'd to triumph or to shame | S |
| The strife of every childish game | S |
| The heart would come into my throat | J |
| At rosebuds howsoe'er remote | J |
| In opposition or consent | J |
| Each thing or person or event | J |
| Or seeming neutral howsoe'er | K |
| All in the live electric air | K |
| Awoke took aspect and confess'd | J |
| In her a centre of unrest | J |
| Yea stocks and stones within me bred | J |
| Anxieties of joy and dread | J |
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| O bright apocalyptic sky | A |
| O'erarching childhood Far and nigh | A |
| Mystery and obscuration none | T |
| Yet nowhere any moon or sun | T |
| What reason for these sighs What hope | U |
| Daunting with its audacious scope | U |
| The disconcerted heart affects | V |
| These ceremonies and respects | V |
| Why stratagems in everything | I |
| Why why not kiss her in the ring | I |
| 'Tis nothing strange that warriors bold | J |
| Whose fierce forecasting eyes behold | J |
| The city they desire to sack | W |
| Humbly begin their proud attack | W |
| By delving ditches two miles off | X |
| Aware how the fair place would scoff | X |
| At hasty wooing but O child | J |
| Why thus approach thy playmate mild | J |
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| One morning when it flush'd my thought | J |
| That what in me such wonder wrought | J |
| Was call'd in men and women love | Y |
| And sick with vanity thereof | Y |
| I saying loud I love her told | J |
| My secret to myself behold | J |
| A crisis in my mystery | K |
| For suddenly I seem'd to be | K |
| Whirl'd round and bound with showers of threads | Z |
| As when the furious spider sheds | Z |
| Captivity upon the fly | A |
| To still his buzzing till he die | A |
| Only with me the bonds that flew | J |
| Enfolding thrill'd me through and through | J |
| With bliss beyond aught heaven can have | A2 |
| And pride to dream myself her slave | B2 |
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| A long green slip of wilder'd land | J |
| With Knatchley Wood on either hand | J |
| Sunder'd our home from hers This day | J |
| Glad was I as I went her way | J |
| I stretch'd my arms to the sky and sprang | C2 |
| O'er the elastic sod and sang | C2 |
| I love her love her to an air | K |
| Which with the words came then and there | K |
| And even now when I would know | D2 |
| All was not always dull and low | D2 |
| I mind me awhile of the sweet strain | E2 |
| Love taught me in that lonely lane | E2 |
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| Such glories fade with no more mark | R |
| Than when the sunset dies to dark | R |
| They pass the rapture and the grace | M |
| Ineffable their only trace | M |
| A heart which having felt no less | F2 |
| Than pure and perfect happiness | G2 |
| Is duly dainty of delight | J |
| A patient poignant appetite | J |
| For pleasures that exceed so much | H2 |
| The poor things which the world calls such | H2 |
| That when these lure it then you may | J |
| The lion with a wisp of hay | J |
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| That Charlotte whom we scarcely knew | J |
| From Anne but by her ribbons blue | J |
| Was loved Anne less than look'd at shows | I2 |
| That liking still by favour goes | I2 |
| This Love is a Divinity | K |
| And holds his high election free | K |
| Of human merit or let's say | J |
| A child by ladies call'd to play | J |
| But careless of their becks and wiles | J2 |
| Till seeing one who sits and smiles | J2 |
| Like any else yet only charms | C |
| He cries to come into her arms | C |
| Then for my Cousins fear me not | J |
| None ever loved because he ought | J |
| Fatal were else this graceful house | K2 |
| So full of light from ladies' brows | L2 |
| There's Mary Heaven in her appears | M2 |
| Like sunshine through the shower's bright tears | N2 |
| Mildred's of Earth yet happier far | K |
| Than most men's thoughts of Heaven are | K |
| But for Honoria Heaven and Earth | O2 |
| Seal'd amity in her sweet birth | O2 |
| The noble Girl With whom she talks | P2 |
| She knights first with her smile she walks | P2 |
| Stands dances to such sweet effect | J |
| Alone she seems to move erect | J |
| The brightest and the chastest brow | K |
| Rules o'er a cheek which seems to show | D2 |
| That love as a mere vague suspense | Q2 |
| Of apprehensive innocence | R2 |
| Perturbs her heart love without aim | S |
| Or object like the sunlit flame | S |
| That in the Vestals' Temple glow'd | J |
| Without the image of a god | J |
| And this simplicity most pure | K |
| She sets off with no less allure | K |
| Of culture subtly skill'd to raise | F |
| The power the pride and mutual praise | F |
| Of human personality | K |
| Above the common sort so high | A |
| It makes such homely souls as mine | S2 |
| Marvel how brightly life may shine | S2 |
| How you would love her Even in dress | F2 |
| She makes the common mode express | F2 |
| New knowledge of what's fit so well | T2 |
| 'Tis virtue gaily visible | U2 |
| Nay but her silken sash to me | K |
| Were more than all morality | K |
| Had not the old sweet feverous ill | V2 |
| Left me the master of my will | V2 |
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| So Mother feel at rest and please | D |
| To send my books on board With these | D |
| When I go hence all idle hours | W2 |
| Shall help my pleasures and my powers | W2 |
| I've time you know to fill my post | J |
| And yet make up for schooling lost | J |
| Through young sea service They all speak | N |
| German with ease and this with Greek | N |
| Which Dr Churchill thought I knew | J |
| And history which I fail'd in too | J |
| Will stop a gap I somewhat dread | J |
| After the happy life I've led | J |
| With these my friends and sweet 'twill be | K |
| To abridge the space from them to me | K |
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| II | A |
| From Mrs Graham | B |
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| My Child Honoria Churchill sways | F |
| A double power through Charlotte Hayes | F |
| In minds to first love's memory pledged | J |
| The second Cupid's born full fledged | J |
| I saw and trembled for the day | J |
| When you should see her beauty gay | J |
| And pure as apple blooms that show | D2 |
| Outside a blush and inside snow | D2 |
| Her high and touching elegance | R2 |
| Of order'd life as free as chance | X2 |
| Ah haste from her bewitching side | J |
| No friend for you far less a bride | J |
| But warning from a hope so wild | J |
| I wrong you Yet this know my Child | J |
| He that but once too nearly hears | Y2 |
| The music of forefended spheres | M2 |
| Is thenceforth lonely and for all | Z2 |
| His days like one who treads the Wall | Z2 |
| Of China and on this hand sees | D |
| Cities and their civilities | D |
| And on the other lions Well | T2 |
| Your rash reply I thus foretell | T2 |
| Good is the knowledge of what's fair | K |
| Though bought with temporal despair | K |
| Yes good for one but not for two | J |
| Will it content a wife that you | J |
| Should pine for love in love's embrace | D |
| Through having known a happier grace | D |
| And break with inward sighs your rest | J |
| Because though good she's not the best | J |
| You would you think be just and kind | J |
| And keep your counsel You will find | J |
| You cannot such a secret keep | A3 |
| 'Twill out like murder in your sleep | A3 |
| A touch will tell it though for pride | J |
| She may her bitter knowledge hide | J |
| And while she accepts love's make believe | B3 |
| You'll twice despise what you'd deceive | B3 |
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| I | A |
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