On The Disastrous Spread Of Aestheticism In All Classes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH JIKI LJMJ NJOJ PQRQ SDSD TUSU SVWV JJXJ SYZY A2 JB2 C2JD2J E2F2E2F2 G2E2DE2 G2E2JE2 G2F2E2F2 Z G2H2E2H2 E2B2I2B2 E2JE2J J2DK2D J2E2E2E2 JL2M2N2 DE2E2E2 DO2JO2 P2E2E2E2Impetuously I sprang from bed | A |
Long before lunch was up | B |
That I might drain the dizzy dew | C |
From the day's first golden cup | B |
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In swift devouring ecstasy | D |
Each toil in turn was done | E |
I had done lying on the lawn | F |
Three minutes after one | E |
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For me as Mr Wordsworth says | G |
The duties shine like stars | H |
I formed my uncle's character | I |
Decreasing his cigars | H |
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But could my kind engross me No | J |
Stern Art what sons escape her | I |
Soon I was drawing Gladstone's nose | K |
On scraps of blotting paper | I |
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Then on to play one fingered tunes | L |
Upon my aunt's piano | J |
In short I have a headlong soul | M |
I much resemble Hanno | J |
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Forgive the entrance of the not | N |
Too cogent Carthaginian | J |
It may have been to make a rhyme | O |
I lean to that opinion | J |
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Then my great work of book research | P |
Till dusk I took in hand | Q |
The forming of a final sound | R |
Opinion on The Strand | Q |
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But when I quenched the midnight oil | S |
And closed the Referee | D |
Whose thirty volumes folio | S |
I take to bed with me | D |
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I had a rather funny dream | T |
Intense that is and mystic | U |
I dreamed that with one leap and yell | S |
The world became artistic | U |
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The Shopmen when their souls were still | S |
Declined to open shops | V |
And Cooks recorded frames of mind | W |
In sad and subtle chops | V |
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The stars were weary of routine | J |
The trees in the plantation | J |
Were growing every fruit at once | X |
In search of sensation | J |
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The moon went for a moonlight stroll | S |
And tried to be a bard | Y |
And gazed enraptured at itself | Z |
I left it trying hard | Y |
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The sea had nothing but a mood | A2 |
Of 'vague ironic gloom ' | - |
With which t'explain its presence in | J |
My upstairs drawing room | B2 |
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The sun had read a little book | C2 |
That struck him with a notion | J |
He drowned himself and all his fires | D2 |
Deep in a hissing ocean | J |
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Then all was dark lawless and lost | E2 |
I heard great devilish wings | F2 |
I knew that Art had won and snapt | E2 |
The Covenant of Things | F2 |
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I cried aloud and I awoke | G2 |
New labours in my head | E2 |
I set my teeth and manfully | D |
Began to lie in bed | E2 |
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Toiling rejoicing sorrowing | G2 |
So I my life conduct | E2 |
Each morning see some task begun | J |
Each evening see it chucked | E2 |
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But still in sudden moods of dusk | G2 |
I hear those great weird wings | F2 |
Feel vaguely thankful to the vast | E2 |
Stupidity of things | F2 |
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Envoi | Z |
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Clear was the night the moon was young | G2 |
The larkspurs in the plots | H2 |
Mingled their orange with the gold | E2 |
Of the forget me nots | H2 |
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The poppies seemed a silver mist | E2 |
So darkly fell the gloom | B2 |
You scarce had guessed yon crimson streaks | I2 |
Were buttercups in bloom | B2 |
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But one thing moved a little child | E2 |
Crashed through the flower and fern | J |
And all my soul rose up to greet | E2 |
The sage of whom I learn | J |
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I looked into his awful eyes | J2 |
I waited his decree | D |
I made ingenious attempts | K2 |
To sit upon his knee | D |
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The babe upraised his wondering eyes | J2 |
And timidly he said | E2 |
A trend towards experiment | E2 |
In modern minds is bred | E2 |
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I feel the will to roam to learn | J |
By test experience nous | L2 |
That fire is hot and ocean deep | M2 |
And wolves carnivorous | N2 |
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My brain demands complexity | D |
The lisping cherub cried | E2 |
I looked at him and only said | E2 |
Go on The world is wide | E2 |
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A tear rolled down his pinafore | D |
Yet from my life must pass | O2 |
The simple love of sun and moon | J |
The old games in the grass | O2 |
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Now that my back is to my home | P2 |
Could these again be found | E2 |
I looked on him and only said | E2 |
Go on The world is round | E2 |
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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