Tale Viii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THE MOTHERA
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There was a worthy but a simple PairB
Who nursed a Daughter fairest of the fairB
Sons they had lost and she alone remain'dC
Heir to the kindness they had all obtain'dC
Heir to the fortune they design'd for allD
Nor had th' allotted portion then been smallD
And now by fate enrich'd with beauty rareB
They watch'd their treasure with peculiar careB
The fairest features they could early traceE
And blind with love saw merit in her faceE
Saw virtue wisdom dignity and graceE
And Dorothea from her infant yearsF
Gain'd all her wishes from their pride or fearsF
She wrote a billet and a novel readG
And with her fame her vanity was fedG
Each word each look each action was a causeH
For flattering wonder and for fond applauseI
She rode or danced and ever glanced aroundJ
Seeking for praise and smiling when she foundJ
The yielding pair to her petitions gaveK
An humble friend to be a civil slaveK
Who for a poor support herself resign'dL
To the base toil of a dependant mindL
By nature cold our Heiress stoop'd to artM
To gain the credit of a tender heartM
Hence at her door must suppliant paupers standN
To bless the bounty of her beauteous handN
And now her education all completeO
She talk'd of virtuous love and union sweetO
She was indeed by no soft passion movedP
But wished with all her soul to be belovedQ
Here on the favour'd beauty Fortune smiledR
Her chosen Husband was a man so mildR
So humbly temper'd so intent to pleaseS
It quite distress'd her to remain at easeS
Without a cause to sigh without pretence to teaseS
She tried his patience on a thousand modesT
And tried it not upon the roughest roadsT
Pleasure she sought and disappointed sigh'dU
For joys she said 'to her alone denied '-
And she was sure 'her parents if aliveV
Would many comforts for their child contrive '-
The gentle Husband bade her name him oneW
'No that ' she answered 'should for her be doneW
How could she say what pleasures were aroundJ
But she was certain many might be found '-
'Would she some seaport Weymouth ScarboroughX
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grace '-
'He knew she hated every watering place '-
'The town ' 'What now 'twas empty joylessT
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dull '-
'In winter ' 'No she liked it worse when full '-
She talk'd of building 'Would she plan a room '-
'No she could live as he desired in gloom '-
'Call then our friends and neighbours ' 'He mightY
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callD
And they might come and fill his ugly hallD
A noisy vulgar set he knew she scorn'd them all '-
'Then might their two dear girls the time employZ
And their Improvement yield a solid joy '-
'Solid indeed and heavy oh the blissT
Of teaching letters to a lisping miss '-
'My dear my gentle Dorothea sayT
Can I oblige you ' 'You may go away '-
Twelve heavy years this patient soul sustain'dC
This wasp's attacks and then her praise obtain'dC
Graved on a marble tomb where he at peaceT
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remain'dC
Two daughters wept their loss the one a childR
With a plain face strong sense and temper mildR
Who keenly felt the Mother's angry tauntA2
'Thou art the image of thy pious Aunt '-
Long time had Lucy wept her slighted faceT
And then began to smile at her disgraceT
Her father's sister who the world had seenB2
Near sixty years when Lucy saw sixteenB2
Begg'd the plain girl the gracious Mother smiledR
And freely gave her grieved but passive childR
And with her elder born the beauty bless'dC2
This parent rested if such minds can restC2
No miss her waxen babe could so admireD2
Nurse with such care or with such pride attireA
They were companions meet with equal mindL
Bless'd with one love and to one point inclinedL
Beauty to keep adorn increase and guardE2
Was their sole care and had its full rewardF2
In rising splendour with the one it reign'dC
And in the other was by care sustain'dC
The daughter's charms increased the parent's yetG2
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remain'dC
Leave we these ladies to their daily careB
To see how meekness and discretion fareB
A village maid unvex'd by want or loveH2
Could not with more delight than Lucy moveI2
The village lark high mounted in the springJ2
Could not with purer joy than Lucy singJ2
Her cares all light her pleasures all sincereK2
Her duty joy and her companion dearK2
In tender friendship and in true respectL2
Lived Aunt and Niece no flattery no neglectL2
They read walk'd visited together pray'dM2
Together slept the matron and the maidM2
There was such goodness such pure nature seenB2
In Lucy's looks a manner so sereneB2
Such harmony in motion speech and airB
That without fairness she was more than fairB
Had more than beauty in each speaking graceT
That lent their cloudless glory to the faceT
Where mild good sense in placid looks were shownN2
And felt in every bosom but her ownN2
The one presiding feature in her mindL
Was the pure meekness of a will resign'dL
A tender spirit freed from all pretenceT
Of wit and pleased in mild benevolenceT
Bless'd in protecting fondness she reposedL
With every wish indulged though undisclosedL
But love like zephyr on the limpid lakeO2
Was now the bosom of the maid to shakeO2
And in that gentle mind a gentle strife to makeO2
Among their chosen friends a favoured fewP2
The aunt and niece a youthful Rector knewP2
Who though a younger brother might addressT
A younger sister fearless of successT
His friends a lofty race their native prideL
At first display'd and their assent deniedL
But pleased such virtues and such love to traceT
They own'd she would adorn the loftiest raceT
The Aunt a mother's caution to supplyQ2
Had watch'd the youthful priest with jealous eyeQ2
And anxious for her charge had view'd unseenB2
The cautious life that keeps the conscience cleanB2
In all she found him all she wish'd to findL
With slight exception of a lofty mindL
A certain manner that express'd desireA
To be received as brother to the 'SquireA
Lucy's meek eye had beam'd with many a tearA
Lucy's soft heart had beat with many a fearA
Before he told although his looks she thoughtL
Had oft confess'd that he her favour soughtL
But when he kneel'd she wish'd him not to kneelR2
And spoke the fears and hopes that lovers feelR2
When too the prudent aunt herself confess'dL
Her wishes on the gentle youth would restL
The maiden's eye with tender passion beam'dL
She dwelt with fondness on the life she schemedL
The household cares the soft and lasting tiesT
Of love with all his binding charitiesT
Their village taught consoled assisted fedL
Till the young zealot tears of pleasure shedL
But would her Mother Ah she fear'd it wrongS2
To have indulged these forward hopes so longS2
Her mother loved but was not used to grantL
Favours so freely as her gentle auntL
Her gentle aunt with smiles that angels wearA
Dispell'd her Lucy's apprehensive tearA
Her prudent foresight the request had madeL
To one whom none could govern few persuadeL
She doubted much if one in earnest woo'dL
A girl with not a single charm enduedL
The Sister's nobler views she then declaredL
And what small sum for Lucy could be sparedL
'If more than this the foolish priest requiresT
Tell him ' she wrote ' to check his vain desires '-
At length with many a cold expression mix'dL
With many a sneer on girls so fondly fix'dL
There came a promise should they not repentL
But take with grateful minds the portion meantL
And wait the Sister's day the Mother mightL
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consentL
And here might pitying hope o'er truth prevailT2
Or love o'er fortune we would end our taleT2
For who more bless'd than youthful pair removedL
From fear of want by mutual friends approvedL
Short time to wait and in that time to liveV
With all the pleasures hope and fancy giveU2
Their equal passion raised on just esteemV2
When reason sanctions all that love can dreamV2
Yes reason sanctions what stern fate deniesT
The early prospect in the glory diesT
As the soft smiles on dying infants playT
In their mild features and then pass awayT
The Beauty died ere she could yield her handL
In the high marriage by the Mother plann'dL
Who grieved indeed but found a vast reliefW2
In a cold heart that ever warr'd with griefW2
Lucy wasT

George Crabbe



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