To The Comic Spirit Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Sword of Common SenseA
Our surest gift the sacred chainB
Of man to man firm earth for trustC
In structures vowed to permanenceD
Thou guardian issue of the harvest brainB
Implacable perforce of justC
With that good treasure in defenceA
Which is our gold crushed out of joy and painB
Since first men planted foot and hand was kingE
Bright nimble of the marrow nerveF
To wield thy double edge retortG
Or hold the deadlier reserveF
And through thy victim's weapon stingE
Thine is the service thine the sportG
This shifty heart of ours to huntH
Across its webs and round the many a ringE
Where fox it is or snake or mingled seedsI
Occasion heats to shape or the poor smokeJ
Struck from a puff ball or the troughster's gruntH
Once lion of our desert's trodden weedsI
And but for thy straight finger at the yokeJ
Again to be the lordly pawK
Naming his appetites his needsI
Behind a decorative cloakJ
Thou of the highest the unwritten LawK
We read upon that building's architraveL
In the mind's firmament by men upraisedH
With sweat of blood when they had quitted caveL
For fellowship and rearward looked amazedH
Where the prime motive gapes a lurid jawK
Thou soul of wakened heads art armed to warnM
Restrain lest we backslide on whence we sprangN
Scarce better than our dwarf beginning shootH
Of every gathered pearl and blossom shornM
Through thee in novel wiles to win disguiseO
Seen are the pits of the disruptor seenP
His rebel agitation at our rootH
Thou hast him out of hawking eyesO
Nor ever morning of the clangN
Young Echo sped on hill from hornM
In forest blown when scent was keenP
Off earthy dews besprinkling bladesQ
Of covert grass more merrily rangN
The yelp of chase down alleys greenP
Forth of the headlong pouring gladesQ
Over the dappled fallows wild awayR
Than thy fine unaccented scornM
At sight of man's old secret bruteH
Devout for pasture on his preyR
Advancing yawning to devourS
With step of deer with voice of fluteH
Haply with visage of the lily flowerS
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Let the cock crow and ruddy mornM
His handmaiden appear Youth claims his hourS
The generously ludicrousT
Espouses it But see we sons of dayR
Off whom Life leans for guidance in our fightH
Accept the throb for lord of usT
For lord for the main central lightH
That gives direction not the eclipseU
Or dost thou look where niggard AgeV
Demanding reverence for wrinkles whipsU
A tumbled top to grind a wolf's worn toothW
Hoar despot on our final stageV
In dotage of a stunted YouthW
Or it may be some venerable sageV
Not having thee awake in him compactH
Of wisdom else the breast's old tempter tripsU
Or see we ceremonial stateH
Robing the gilded beast exactH
Abjection while the crackskull name of FateH
Is used to stamp and hallow printed factH
A cruel corner lengthens up thy lipsU
These are thy game wherever men engageV
These and majestic in a borrowed shapeX
The major and the minor potentateH
Creative of their various apeX
The tiptoe mortals triumphing to writeH
Upon a perishable pageV
An inch above their fellows' heightH
The criers of foregone wisdom who imposeY
Its slough on live conditions much for the greedH
Of our first hungry figure wide agapeX
Call up thy hounds of laughter to their runZ
These that would have men still of men be foesY
Eternal fox to prowl and pike to feedH
Would keep our life the whirly poolA2
Of turbid stuff dishonouring HistoryB2
The herd the drover's herd the fool the foolA2
Ourself our slavish self's infernal sunZ
These are the children of the heart untaughtH
By thy quick founts to beat abroad by theeB2
Untamed to tone its passions under thoughtH
The rich humaneness reading in thy funZ
Of them a world of coltish heels for schoolA2
We have a world with driving wrecks bestrewnZ
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'Tis written of the Gods of human mouldH
Those Nectar Gods of glorious stature hewnZ
To quicken hymns that they did hear incensedH
Satiric comments overboldH
From one whose part was by decreeB2
The jester's but they boiled to feel him biteH
Better for them had they with Reason fencedH
Or smiled corrected They in the great Gods' mightH
Their prober crushed as fingers fleaB2
Crumbled Olympus when the sovereign sireS
His fatal kick to Momus gave albeitH
Men could behold the sacred Mount aspireC2
The Satirist pass by on limping feetH
Those Gods who saw the ejected laugh alightH
Below had then their last of airy gleeB2
They in the cup sought Laughter's drowned spriteH
Fed to dire fatness off uncurbed conceitH
Eyes under saw them waddle on their MountH
And drew them down to flattest earth they rolledH
This know we veritable O Sage of MirthD2
Can it be true the story men recountH
Of the fall'n plight of the great Gods on earthD2
How they being deathless though of human mouldH
With human cravings undecaying framesE2
Must labour for subsistence are a bandH
Whom a loose cheeked wide lipped gay cripple leadsI
At haunts of holiday on summer sandH
And lightly he will hint to one that heedsI
Names in pained designation of them namesE2
Ensphered on blue skies and on black which twirlF2
Our hearing madly from our seeing dazedH
Add Bacchus unto both and he entreatsE2
His baby dimples in maternal chapsE2
Running wild labyrinths of line and curlF2
Compassion for his masterful TromboneZ
Whose thunder is the brass of how he blazedH
Of old for him of the mountain muscle featsE2
Who guts a drum to fetch a snappish groanZ
For his fierce bugler horning onset whomG2
A truncheon battered helmet capsE2
The creature is of earnest mienZ
To plead a sorrow darker than the tombG2
His Harp and Triangle in tone subduedH
He names they are a rayless red and whiteH
The dawn hued libertine the gibbous prudeH
And if we recognize his TambourineZ
He asks exhausted names her she has becomeH2
A globe in cupolas the blowziest queenZ
Of overflowing dome on domeI2
Redundancy contending with the tightH
Leaping the dam He fondly calls his girlF2
The buxom tripper with the goblet smileJ2
Refreshful O but now his brows are dunZ
Bunched are his lips as when distilling guileJ2
To drop his venomous the Dame of damesE2
Flower of the world that honey oneZ
She of the earthly rose in the sea pearlF2
To whom the world ran ocean for her kissE2
He names her as a worshipper he namesE2
And indicates with a contemptuous thumbH2
The lady meanwhile lures the mob alikeK2
Ogles the bursters of the horn and drumH2
Curtain her close her open armsE2
Have suckers for beholders she to thisE2
For that she could not save in fury hearL2
A sharp corrective utterance flickM2
Her idle manners for the laugh to strikeK2
Beauty so breeding beauty without peerN2
Above the snows among the flowers She reapsE2
This mouldy garner of the fatal kickM2
Gross with the sacrifice of Circe swarmsE2
Astarte of vile sweets that slay malignZ
From Greek resplendent to Phoenician foulO2
The trader in attractions sinks all brineZ
To thoughts of taste is 't love bark dog hoot owlO2
And she is blushless ancient worship weepsE2
Suicide Graces dangle down the charmsE2
Sprawling like gourds on outer garden heapsE2
She stands in her unholy oily leerN2
A statue losing feature weather sickM2
Mid draggled creepers of twined ivy sereN2
The curtain cried for magnifies to seeE2
We cannot quench our one corrupting glanceE2
The vision of the rumour will not fleeE2
Doth the Boy own such Mother shoot his dartH
To bring her countless as the crested deepsE2
Her subjects of the uncorrected heartH
False is that vision shrieks the devoteeE2
Incredible we echo and anewZ
Like a far growling lightning cloud it leapsE2
Low humourist this leader seems perchanceE2
Pitched from his University careerN2
Adept at classic fooling Yet of mouldH
Human those Gods were deathless tooZ
On high they not as meditatives pacedH
Prodigiously they did the deeds of fleshP2
Descending they would touch the lowest hereN2
And she that lighted form of blue and goldH
Whom the seas gave all earth all earth embracedH
Exulting in the great hauls of her meshP2
Desired and hated desperately dearN2
Most human of them was No more pursueZ
Enough that the black story can be toldH
ItH

George Meredith



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