The Spells Of Home Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABA CCDDEFGG HHIIJJCC KLMMN OO NN PPQQRS TTUVCCWWThere blend the ties that strengthen | A |
Our hearts in hours of grief | B |
The silver links that lengthen | A |
Joy's visits when most brief | B |
BERNARD BARTON | A |
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BY the soft green light in the woody glade | C |
On the banks of moss where thy childhood play'd | C |
By the household tree thro' which thine eye | D |
First look'd in love to the summer sky | D |
By the dewy gleam by the very breath | E |
Of the primrose tufts in the grass beneath | F |
Upon thy heart there is laid a spell | G |
Holy and precious oh guard it well | G |
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By the sleepy ripple of the stream | H |
Which hath lull'd thee into many a dream | H |
By the shiver of the ivy leaves | I |
To the wind of morn at thy casement eaves | I |
By the bee's deep murmur in the limes | J |
By the music of the Sabbath chimes | J |
By every sound of thy native shade | C |
Stronger and dearer the spell is made | C |
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By the gathering round the winter hearth | K |
When twilight call'd unto household mirth | L |
By the fairy tale or the legend old | M |
In that ring of happy faces told | M |
By the quiet hour when hearts unite | N |
In the parting prayer and the kind 'Good night ' | - |
By the smiling eye and the loving tone | O |
Over thy life has the spell been thrown | O |
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And bless that gift it hath gentle might | N |
A guardian power and a guiding light | N |
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It hath led the freeman forth to stand | P |
In the mountain battles of his land | P |
It hath brought the wanderer o'er the seas | Q |
To die on the hills of his own fresh breeze | Q |
And back to the gates of his father's hall | R |
It hath led the weeping prodigal | S |
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Yes when thy heart in its pride would stray | T |
From the pure first loves of its youth away | T |
When the sullying breath of the world would come | U |
O'er the flowers it brought from its childhood's home | V |
Think thou again of the woody glade | C |
And the sound by the rustling ivy made | C |
Think of the tree at thy father's door | W |
And the kindly spell shall have power once more | W |
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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