Earth And Man Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCB A DEED A FGHF I I FJJF IFFI KLLK MFFM F I I F NIIO F FIIF F FPPF F FFFF QIIH FIIF IRRI IFFI I I F J J F ISSF F I I F FTTF F ISS FUUF FFFF IVVI FWWF XIIW F IHHI F IFFI F FIIF F YNNY F ZFFZ A2IIA2 F F IB2B2I IUUI C2D2 E2 F IF2G2I E2 II E2 II E2 II E2 UF U FFI | A |
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On her great venture Man | B |
Earth gazes while her fingers dint the breast | C |
Which is his well of strength his home of rest | C |
And fair to scan | B |
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II | A |
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More aid than that embrace | D |
That nourishment she cannot give his heart | E |
Involves his fate and she who urged the start | E |
Abides the race | D |
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III | A |
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For he is in the lists | F |
Contentious with the elements whose dower | G |
First sprang him for swift vultures to devour | H |
If he desists | F |
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IV | - |
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His breath of instant thirst | I |
Is warning of a creature matched with strife | - |
To meet it as a bride or let fall life | - |
On life's accursed | I |
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V | - |
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No longer forth he bounds | F |
The lusty animal afield to roam | J |
But peering in Earth's entrails where the gnome | J |
Strange themes propounds | F |
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VI | - |
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By hunger sharply sped | I |
To grasp at weapons ere he learns their use | F |
In each new ring he bears a giant's thews | F |
An infant's head | I |
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VII | - |
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And ever that old task | K |
Of reading what he is and whence he came | L |
Whither to go finds wilder letters flame | L |
Across her mask | K |
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VIII | - |
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She hears his wailful prayer | M |
When now to the Invisible he raves | F |
To rend him from her now of his mother craves | F |
Her calm her care | M |
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IX | F |
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The thing that shudders most | I |
Within him is the burden of his cry | - |
Seen of his dread she is to his blank eye | - |
The eyeless Ghost | I |
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X | F |
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Or sometimes she will seem | N |
Heavenly but her blush soon wearing white | I |
Veils like a gorsebush in a web of blight | I |
With gold buds dim | O |
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XI | F |
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Once worshipped Prime of Powers | F |
She still was the Implacable as a beast | I |
She struck him down and dragged him from the feast | I |
She crowned with flowers | F |
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XII | F |
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Her pomp of glorious hues | F |
Her revelries of ripeness her kind smile | P |
Her songs her peeping faces lure awhile | P |
With symbol clues | F |
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XIII | F |
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The mystery she holds | F |
For him inveterately he strains to see | F |
And sight of his obtuseness is the key | F |
Among those folds | F |
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XIV | - |
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He may entreat aspire | Q |
He may despair and she has never heed | I |
She drinking his warm sweat will soothe his need | I |
Not his desire | H |
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XV | - |
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She prompts him to rejoice | F |
Yet scares him on the threshold with the shroud | I |
He deems her cherishing of her best endowed | I |
A wanton's choice | F |
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XVI | - |
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Albeit thereof he has found | I |
Firm roadway between lustfulness and pain | R |
Has half transferred the battle to his brain | R |
From bloody ground | I |
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XVII | - |
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He will not read her good | I |
Or wise but with the passion Self obscures | F |
Through that old devil of the thousand lures | F |
Through that dense hood | I |
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XVIII | - |
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Through terror through distrust | I |
The greed to touch to view to have to live | - |
Through all that makes of him a sensitive | - |
Abhorring dust | I |
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XIX | F |
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Behold his wormy home | J |
And he the wind whipped anywhither wave | - |
Crazily tumbled on a shingle grave | - |
To waste in foam | J |
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XX | F |
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Therefore the wretch inclined | I |
Afresh to the Invisible who he saith | S |
Can raise him high with vows of living faith | S |
For little signs | F |
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XXI | F |
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Some signs he must demand | I |
Some proofs of slaughtered nature some prized few | - |
To satisfy the senses it is true | - |
And in his hand | I |
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XXII | F |
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This miracle which saves | F |
Himself himself doth from extinction clutch | T |
By virtue of his worth contrasting much | T |
With brutes and knaves | F |
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XXIII | F |
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From dust of him abhorred | I |
He would be snatched by Grace discovering worth | S |
'Sever me from the hollowness of Earth | S |
Me take dear Lord ' | - |
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XXIV | - |
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She hears him Him she owes | F |
For half her loveliness a love well won | U |
By work that lights the shapeless and the dun | U |
Their common foes | F |
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XXV | - |
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He builds the soaring spires | F |
That sing his soul in stone of her he draws | F |
Though blind to her by spelling at her laws | F |
Her purest fires | F |
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XXVI | - |
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Through him hath she exchanged | I |
For the gold harvest robes the mural crown | V |
Her haggard quarry features and thick frown | V |
Where monsters ranged | I |
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XXVII | - |
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And order high discourse | F |
And decency than which is life less dear | W |
She has of him the lyre of language clear | W |
Love's tongue and source | F |
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XXVIII | - |
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She hears him and can hear | X |
With glory in his gains by work achieved | I |
With grief for grief that is the unperceived | I |
In her so near | W |
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XXIX | F |
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If he aloft for aid | I |
Imploring storms her essence is the spur | H |
His cry to heaven is a cry to her | H |
He would evade | I |
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XXX | F |
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Not elsewhere can he tend | I |
Those are her rules which bid him wash foul sins | F |
Those her revulsions from the skull that grins | F |
To ape his end | I |
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XXXI | F |
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And her desires are those | F |
For happiness for lastingness for light | I |
'Tis she who kindles in his haunting night | I |
The hoped dawn rose | F |
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XXXII | F |
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Fair fountains of the dark | Y |
Daily she waves him that his inner dream | N |
May clasp amid the glooms a springing beam | N |
A quivering lark | Y |
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XXIII | F |
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This life and her to know | Z |
For Spirit with awakenedness of glee | F |
To feel stern joy her origin not he | F |
The child of woe | Z |
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XXXIV | - |
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But that the senses still | A2 |
Usurp the station of their issue mind | I |
He would have burst the chrysalis of the blind | I |
As yet he will | A2 |
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XXXV | - |
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As yet he will she prays | F |
Yet will when his distempered devil of Self | - |
The glutton for her fruits the wily elf | - |
In shifting rays | F |
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XXXVI | - |
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That captain of the scorned | I |
The coveter of life in soul and shell | B2 |
The fratricide the thief the infidel | B2 |
The hoofed and horned | I |
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XXXVII | - |
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He singularly doomed | I |
To what he execrates and writhes to shun | U |
When fire has passed him vapour to the sun | U |
And sun relumed | I |
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XXXVIII | - |
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Then shall the horrid pall | C2 |
Be lifted and a spirit nigh divine | D2 |
'Live in thy offspring as I live in mine ' | - |
Will hear her call | E2 |
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XXXIX | F |
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Whence looks he on a land | I |
Whereon his labour is a carven page | F2 |
And forth from heritage to heritage | G2 |
Nought writ on sand | I |
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XL | E2 |
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His fables of the Above | - |
And his gapped readings of the crown and sword | I |
The hell detested and the heaven adored | I |
The hate the love | - |
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XLI | E2 |
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The bright wing the black hoof | - |
He shall peruse from Reason not disjoined | I |
And never unfaith clamouring to be coined | I |
To faith by proof | - |
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XLII | E2 |
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She her just Lord may view | - |
Not he her creature till his soul has yearned | I |
With all her gifts to reach the light discerned | I |
Her spirit through | - |
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XLIIII | E2 |
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Then in him time shall run | U |
As in the hour that to young sunlight crows | F |
And 'If thou hast good faith it can repose ' | - |
She tells her son | U |
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XLIV | - |
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Meanwhile on him her chief | - |
Expression her great word of life looks she | F |
Twi minded of him as the waxing tree | F |
Or dated leaf | - |
George Meredith
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