Honor To Woman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCCB CDCDBEBEAAFGGF CHCHCDCD DDIBJI CACACDCD JJJCCJ JKJKCFCF LLMCCM

Honor to woman To her it is givenA
To garden the earth with the roses of heavenA
All blessed she linketh the loves in their choirB
In the veil of the graces her beauty concealingC
She tends on each altar that's hallowed to feelingC
And keeps ever living the fireB
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From the bounds of truth careeringC
Man's strong spirit wildly sweepsD
With each hasty impulse veeringC
Down to passion's troubled deepsD
And his heart contented neverB
Greeds to grapple with the farE
Chasing his own dream foreverB
On through many a distant starE
But woman with looks that can charm and enchainA
Lureth back at her beck the wild truant againA
By the spell of her presence beguiledF
In the home of the mother her modest abodeG
And modest the manners by Nature bestowedG
On Nature's most exquisite childF
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Bruised and worn but fiercely breastingC
Foe to foe the angry strifeH
Man the wild one never restingC
Roams along the troubled lifeH
What he planneth still pursuingC
Vainly as the Hydra bleedsD
Crest the severed crest renewingC
Wish to withered wish succeedsD
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But woman at peace with all being reposesD
And seeks from the moment to gather the rosesD
Whose sweets to her culture belongI
Ah richer than he though his soul reigneth o'erB
The mighty dominion of genius and loreJ
And the infinite circle of songI
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Strong and proud and self dependingC
Man's cold bosom beats aloneA
Heart with heart divinely blendingC
In the love that gods have knownA
Soul's sweet interchange of feelingC
Melting tears he never knowsD
Each hard sense the hard one steelingC
Arms against a world of foesD
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Alive as the wind harp how lightly soeverJ
If wooed by the zephyr to music will quiverJ
Is woman to hope and to fearJ
All tender one still at the shadow of grievingC
How quiver the chords how thy bosom is heavingC
How trembles thy glance through the tearJ
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Man's dominion war and laborJ
Might to right the statue gaveK
Laws are in the Scythian's sabreJ
Where the Mede reigned see the slaveK
Peace and meekness grimly routingC
Prowls the war lust rude and wildF
Eris rages hoarsely shoutingC
Where the vanished graces smiledF
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But woman the soft one persuasively prayethL
Of the life that she charmeth the sceptre she swayethL
She lulls as she looks from aboveM
The discord whose bell for its victims is gapingC
And blending awhile the forever escapingC
Whispers hate to the image of loveM

Friedrich Schiller



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