The Empty Purse--a Sermon To Our Later Prodigal Son Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDADCDBDD EFDEFGHFEIJGHIBJIBJG HBHJBFGFBKDFDKBFJKJF BIBIDBDDJDBBJBBJBFBF BLBBBBLMBEMBFBEMLFLB FEBFFEF JBJDBBBBBDBEBENEBEBN BEBDBDNDNBBBBJGJBGB JBJBBOBPOEBPBBEBBHFB BHFBQHR HJJJBJBBBFBFBBBSTBTB S FTFBBBB BBDBDJUBJBUFBF VBWBUXThou run to the dry on this wayside bank | A |
Too plainly of all the propellers bereft | B |
Quenched youth and is that thy purse | C |
Even such limp slough as the snake has left | B |
Slack to the gale upon spikes of whin | D |
For cast off coat of a life gone blank | A |
In its frame of a grin at the seeker is thine | D |
And thine to crave and to curse | C |
The sweet thing once within | D |
Accuse him some devil committed the theft | B |
Which leaves of the portly a skin | D |
No more of the weighty a whine | D |
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Pursue him and first to be sure of his track | E |
Over devious ways that have led to this | F |
In the stream's consecutive line | D |
Let memory lead thee back | E |
To where waves Morning her fleur de lys | F |
Unflushed at the front of the roseate door | G |
Unopened yet never shadow there | H |
Of a Tartarus lighted by Dis | F |
For souls whose cry is alack | E |
An ivory cradle rocks apeep | I |
Through his eyelashes' laugh a breathing pearl | J |
There the young chief of the animals wore | G |
A likeness to heavenly hosts unaware | H |
Of his love of himself with the hours at leap | I |
In a dingle away from a rutted highroad | B |
Around him the earliest throstle and merle | J |
Our human smile between milk and sleep | I |
Effervescent of Nature he crowed | B |
Fair was that season furl over furl | J |
The banners of blossom a dancing floor | G |
This earth very angels the clouds and fair | H |
Thou on the tablets of forehead and breast | B |
Careless a centre of vigilant care | H |
Thy mother kisses an infant curl | J |
The room of the toys was a boundless nest | B |
A kingdom the field of the games | F |
Till entered the craving for more | G |
And the worshipped small body had aims | F |
A good little idol as records attest | B |
When they tell of him lightly appeased in a scream | K |
By sweets and caresses he gave but sign | D |
That the heir of a purse plumped dominant race | F |
Accustomed to plenty not dumb would pine | D |
Almost magician his earliest dream | K |
Was lord of the unpossessed | B |
For a look himself and his chase | F |
As on puffs of a wind at whirl | J |
Made one in the wink of a gleam | K |
She kisses a locket curl | J |
She conjures to vision a cherub face | F |
When her butterfly counted his day | B |
All meadow and flowers mishap | I |
Derided and taken for play | B |
The fling of an urchin's cap | I |
When her butterfly showed him an eaglet born | D |
For preying too heedlessly bred | B |
What a heart clapped in thee then | D |
With what fuller colours of morn | D |
And high to the uttermost heavens it flew | J |
Swift as on poet's pen | D |
It flew to be wedded to wed | B |
The mystery scented around | B |
Issue of flower and dew | J |
Issue of light and sound | B |
Thinner than either a thread | B |
Spun of the dream they threw | J |
To kindle allure evade | B |
It ran the sea wave the garden's dance | F |
To the forest's dark heart down a dappled glade | B |
Led on by a perishing glance | F |
By a twinkle's eternal waylaid | B |
Woman the name was when she took form | L |
Sheaf of the wonders of life She fled | B |
Close imaged she neared far seen How she made | B |
Palpitate earth of the living and dead | B |
Did she not show thee the world designed | B |
Solely for loveliness Nested warm | L |
The day was the morrow in flight And for thee | M |
She muted the discords tuned refined | B |
Drowned sharp edges beneath her cloak | E |
Eye of the waters and throb of the tree | M |
Sliding on radiance winging from shade | B |
With her witch whisper o'er ruins in reeds | F |
She sang low the song of her promise delayed | B |
Beckoned and died as a finger of smoke | E |
Astream over woodland And was not she | M |
History's heroines white on storm | L |
Remember her summons to valorous deeds | F |
Shone she a lure of the honey bag swarm | L |
Most was her beam on the knightly she led | B |
For the honours of manhood more than the prize | F |
Waved her magnetical yoke | E |
Whither the warrior bled | B |
Ere to the bower of sighs | F |
And shy of her secrets she was under deeps | F |
Plunged at the breath of a thirst that woke | E |
The dream in the cave where the Dreaded sleeps | F |
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Away over heaven the young heart flew | J |
And caught many lustres till some one said | B |
Or was it the thought into hearing grew | J |
NOT THOU AS COMMONER MEN | D |
Thy stature puffed and it swayed | B |
It stiffened to royal erect | B |
A brassy trumpet brayed | B |
A whirling seized thy head | B |
The vision of beauty was flecked | B |
Note well the how and the when | D |
The thing that prompted and sped | B |
Thereanon the keen passions clapped wing | E |
Fixed eye and the world was prey | B |
No simple world of thy greenblade Spring | E |
Nor world of thy flowerful prime | N |
On the topmost Orient peak | E |
Above a yet vaporous day | B |
Flesh was it breast to beak | E |
A four walled windowless world without ray | B |
Only darkening jets on a river of slime | N |
Where harsh over music as woodland jay | B |
A voice chants Woe to the weak | E |
And along an insatiate feast | B |
Women and men are one | D |
In the cup transforming to beast | B |
Magian worship they paid to their sun | D |
Lord of the Purse Behold him climb | N |
Stalked ever such figure of fun | D |
For monarch in great grin pantomime | N |
See now the heart dwindle the frame distend | B |
The soul to its anchorite cavern retreat | B |
From a life that reeks of the rotted end | B |
While he is he pictureable replete | B |
Gourd like swells of the rank of the soil | J |
Hollow more hollow at core | G |
And for him did the hundreds toil | J |
Despised in the cold and heat | B |
This image ridiculous bore | G |
On their shoulders for morsels of meat | B |
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Gross with the fumes of incense full | J |
With parasites tickled with slaves begirt | B |
He strutted a cock he bellowed a bull | J |
He rolled him a dog in dirt | B |
And dog bull cook was he fanged horned plumed | B |
Original man as philosophers vouch | O |
Carnivorous cannibal length long exhumed | B |
Frightfully living and armed to devour | P |
The primitive weapons of prey in his pouch | O |
The bait the line and the hook | E |
To feed on his fellows intent | B |
God of the Danae shower | P |
He had but to follow his bent | B |
He battened on fowl not safely hutched | B |
On sheep astray from the crook | E |
A lure for the foolish in fold | B |
To carrion turning what flesh he touched | B |
And O the grace of his air | H |
As he at the goblet sips | F |
A centre of girdles loosed | B |
With their grisly label Sold | B |
Credulous hears the fidelity swear | H |
Which has roving eyes over yielded lips | F |
To morrow will fancy himself the seduced | B |
The stuck in a treacherous slough | Q |
Because of his faith in a purchased pair | H |
False to a vinous vow | R |
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In his glory of banquet strip him bare | H |
And what is the creature we view | J |
Our pursy Apollo Apollyon's tool | J |
A small one still of the crew | J |
By serpent Apollyon blest | B |
His plea in apology blindfold Fool | J |
A fool surcharged propelled unwarned | B |
Not viler you hear him protest | B |
Of a popular countenance not incorrect | B |
But deeds are the picture in essence deeds | F |
Paint him the hooved and homed | B |
Despite the poor pother he pleads | F |
And his look of a nation's elect | B |
We have him our quarry confessed | B |
And scan him the features inspect | B |
Of that bestial multiform cry | S |
Corroborate I O Samian Sage | T |
The book of thy wisdom proved | B |
On me its last hieroglyph page | T |
Alive in the horned and hooved | B |
Thou will he make reply | S |
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Thus has the plenary purse | F |
Done often to do will engage | T |
Anew upon all of thy like or worse | F |
And now is thy deepest regret | B |
To be man clean rescued from beast | B |
From the grip of the Sorcerer Gold | B |
Celestially released | B |
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But now from his cavernous hold | B |
Free may thy soul be set | B |
As a child of the Death and the Life to learn | D |
Refreshed by some bodily sweat | B |
The meaning of either in turn | D |
What issue may come of the two | J |
A morn beyond mornings beyond all reach | U |
Of emotional arms at the stretch to enfold | B |
A firmament passing our visible blue | J |
To those having nought to reflect it 'tis nought | B |
To those who are misty 'tis mist on the beach | U |
From the billow withdrawing to those who see | F |
Earth our mother in thought | B |
Her spirit it is our key | F |
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Ay the Life and the Death are her words to us here | V |
Of one significance pricking the blind | B |
This is thy gain now the surface is clear | W |
To read with a soul in the mirror of mind | B |
Is man's chief lesson Thou smilest I preach | U |
Acid smiling m | X |
George Meredith
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