The Victories Of Love. Book Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CCDDEEFFGGBHIJEEKKKK LFFFMKNNOOPPQQKKFFKK HHRRKKKKSS KKFFFFFFTT UUKKFF KKFFKKFFKKKKVVWX AY ZZKKKKA2A2FFDD KKB2QMMKKYYTSC2C2KKM MKKYYFFFFKKD2D2YYKKS SFFKKHHKKKKE2E2YYMKK K F2D2YYFFKKB2QKKFFKK AAKKG2G2KK KKFFFFH2 FFI2I2KKQB2KKFFD2D2Y Y AB2 KKKKFFKKMMFFYYJ2J2KK FFG2G2KKKKKKFFMMFC2| I | A |
| From Jane To Her Mother | B |
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| Thank Heaven the burthens on the heart | C |
| Are not half known till they depart | C |
| Although I long'd for many a year | D |
| To love with love that casts out fear | D |
| My Frederick's kindness frighten'd me | E |
| And heaven seem'd less far off than he | E |
| And in my fancy I would trace | F |
| A lady with an angel's face | F |
| That made devotion simply debt | G |
| Till sick with envy and regret | G |
| And wicked grief that God should e'er | B |
| Make women and not make them fair | H |
| That he might love me more because | I |
| Another in his memory was | J |
| And that my indigence might be | E |
| To him what Baby's was to me | E |
| The chief of charms who could have thought | K |
| But God's wise way is to give nought | K |
| Till we with asking it are tired | K |
| And when indeed the change desired | K |
| Comes lest we give ourselves the praise | L |
| It comes by Providence not Grace | F |
| And mostly our thanks for granted pray'rs | F |
| Are groans at unexpected cares | F |
| First Baby went to heaven you know | M |
| And five weeks after Grace went too | K |
| Then he became more talkative | N |
| And stooping to my heart would give | N |
| Signs of his love which pleased me more | O |
| Than all the proofs he gave before | O |
| And in that time of our great grief | P |
| We talk'd religion for relief | P |
| For though we very seldom name | Q |
| Religion we now think the same | Q |
| Oh what a bar is thus removed | K |
| To loving and to being loved | K |
| For no agreement really is | F |
| In anything when none's in this | F |
| Why Mother once if Frederick press'd | K |
| His wife against his hearty breast | K |
| The interior difference seem'd to tear | H |
| My own until I could not bear | H |
| The trouble 'Twas a dreadful strife | R |
| And show'd indeed that faith is life | R |
| He never felt this If he did | K |
| I'm sure it could not have been hid | K |
| For wives I need not say to you | K |
| Can feel just what their husbands do | K |
| Without a word or look but then | S |
| It is not so you know with men | S |
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| From that time many a Scripture text | K |
| Help'd me which had before perplex'd | K |
| Oh what a wond'rous word seem'd this | F |
| He is my head as Christ is his | F |
| None ever could have dared to see | F |
| In marriage such a dignity | F |
| For man and for his wife still less | F |
| Such happy happy lowliness | F |
| Had God Himself not made it plain | T |
| This revelation lays the rein | T |
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| If I may speak so on the neck | U |
| Of a wife's love takes thence the check | U |
| Of conscience and forbids to doubt | K |
| Its measure is to be without | K |
| All measure and a fond excess | F |
| Is here her rule of godliness | F |
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| I took him not for love but fright | K |
| He did but ask a dreadful right | K |
| In this was love that he loved me | F |
| The first who was mere poverty | F |
| All that I know of love he taught | K |
| And love is all I know of aught | K |
| My merit is so small by his | F |
| That my demerit is my bliss | F |
| My life is hid with him in Christ | K |
| Never thencefrom to be enticed | K |
| And in his strength have I such rest | K |
| As when the baby on my breast | K |
| Finds what it knows not how to seek | V |
| And very happy very weak | V |
| Lies only knowing all is well | W |
| Pillow'd on kindness palpable | X |
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| II | A |
| From Lady Clitheroe To Mary Churchill | Y |
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| Dear Saint I'm still at High Hurst Park | Z |
| The house is fill'd with folks of mark | Z |
| Honoria suits a good estate | K |
| Much better than I hoped How fate | K |
| Loads her with happiness and pride | K |
| And such a loving lord beside | K |
| But between us Sweet everything | A2 |
| Has limits and to build a wing | A2 |
| To this old house when Courtholm stands | F |
| Empty upon his Berkshire lands | F |
| And all that Honor might be near | D |
| Papa was buying love too dear | D |
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| With twenty others there are two | K |
| Guests here whose names will startle you | K |
| Mr and Mrs Frederick Graham | B2 |
| I thought he stay'd away for shame | Q |
| He and his wife were ask'd you know | M |
| And would not come four years ago | M |
| You recollect Miss Smythe found out | K |
| Who she had been and all about | K |
| Her people at the Powder mill | Y |
| And how the fine Aunt tried to instil | Y |
| Haut ton and how at last poor Jane | T |
| Had got so shy and gauche that when | S |
| The Dockyard gentry came to sup | C2 |
| She always had to be lock'd up | C2 |
| And some one wrote to us and said | K |
| Her mother was a kitchen maid | K |
| Dear Mary you'll be charm'd to know | M |
| It must be all a fib But oh | M |
| She is the oddest little Pet | K |
| On which my eyes were ever set | K |
| She's so outr e and natural | Y |
| That when she first arrived we all | Y |
| Wonder'd as when a robin comes | F |
| In through the window to eat crumbs | F |
| At breakfast with us She has sense | F |
| Humility and confidence | F |
| And save in dressing just a thought | K |
| Gayer in colours than she ought | K |
| To day she looks a cross between | D2 |
| Gipsy and Fairy red and green | D2 |
| She always happens to do well | Y |
| And yet one never quite can tell | Y |
| What she might do or utter next | K |
| Lord Clitheroe is much perplex'd | K |
| Her husband every now and then | S |
| Looks nervous all the other men | S |
| Are charm'd Yet she has neither grace | F |
| Nor one good feature in her face | F |
| Her eyes indeed flame in her head | K |
| Like very altar fires to Fred | K |
| Whose steps she follows everywhere | H |
| Like a tame duck to the despair | H |
| Of Colonel Holmes who does his part | K |
| To break her funny little heart | K |
| Honor's enchanted 'Tis her view | K |
| That people if they're good and true | K |
| And treated well and let alone | E2 |
| Will kindly take to what's their own | E2 |
| And always be original | Y |
| Like children Honor's just like all | Y |
| The rest of us But thinking so | M |
| 'Tis well she miss'd Lord Clitheroe | K |
| Who hates originality | K |
| Though he puts up with it in me | K |
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| Poor Mrs Graham has never been | F2 |
| To the Opera You should have seen | D2 |
| The innocent way she told the Earl | Y |
| She thought Plays sinful when a girl | Y |
| And now she never had a chance | F |
| Frederick's complacent smile and glance | F |
| Towards her show'd me past a doubt | K |
| Honoria had been quite cut out | K |
| 'Tis very strange for Mrs Graham | B2 |
| Though Frederick's fancy none can blame | Q |
| Seems the last woman you'd have thought | K |
| Her lover would have ever sought | K |
| She never reads I find nor goes | F |
| Anywhere so that I suppose | F |
| She got at all she ever knew | K |
| By growing up as kittens do | K |
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| Talking of kittens by the bye | A |
| You have more influence than I | A |
| With dear Honoria Get her Dear | K |
| To be a little more severe | K |
| With those sweet Children They've the run | G2 |
| Of all the place When school was done | G2 |
| Maud burst in while the Earl was there | K |
| With Oh Mama do be a bear | K |
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| Do you know Dear this odd wife of Fred | K |
| Adores his old Love in his stead | K |
| She is so nice yet I should say | F |
| Not quite the thing for every day | F |
| Wonders are wearying Felix goes | F |
| Next Sunday with her to the Close | F |
| And you will judge | H2 |
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| Honoria asks | F |
| All Wiltshire Belles here Felix basks | F |
| Like Puss in fire shine when the room | I2 |
| Is thus aflame with female bloom | I2 |
| But then she smiles when most would pout | K |
| And so his lawless loves go out | K |
| With the last brocade 'Tis not the same | Q |
| I fear with Mrs Frederick Graham | B2 |
| Honoria should not have her here | K |
| And this you might just hint my Dear | K |
| For Felix says he never saw | F |
| Such proof of what he holds for law | F |
| That beauty is love which can be seen | D2 |
| Whatever he by this may mean | D2 |
| Were it not dreadful if he fell | Y |
| In love with her on principle | Y |
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| III | A |
| From Jane To Mrs Graham | B2 |
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| Mother I told you how at first | K |
| I fear'd this visit to the Hurst | K |
| Fred must I felt be so distress'd | K |
| By aught in me unlike the rest | K |
| Who come here But I find the place | F |
| Delightful there's such ease and grace | F |
| And kindness and all seem to be | K |
| On such a high equality | K |
| They have not got to think you know | M |
| How far to make the money go | M |
| But Frederick says it's less the expense | F |
| Of money than of sound good sense | F |
| Quickness to care what others feel | Y |
| And thoughts with nothing to conceal | Y |
| Which I'll teach Johnny Mrs Vaughan | J2 |
| Was waiting for us on the Lawn | J2 |
| And kiss'd and call'd me Cousin Fred | K |
| Neglected his old friends she said | K |
| He laugh'd and colour'd up at this | F |
| She was you know a flame of his | F |
| But I'm not jealous Luncheon done | G2 |
| I left him who had just begun | G2 |
| To talk about the Russian War | K |
| With an old Lady Lady Carr | K |
| A Countess but I'm more afraid | K |
| A great deal of the Lady's Maid | K |
| And went with Mrs Vaughan to see | K |
| The pictures which appear'd to be | K |
| Of sorts of horses clowns and cows | F |
| Call'd Wouvermans and Cuyps and Dows | F |
| And then she took me up to show | M |
| Her bedroom where long years ago | M |
| A Queen slept 'Tis all tapestries | F |
| Of Cupi | C2 |
Coventry Patmore
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