Prologue To Abbey's "quiet Life." Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDDEEFFGGHHIJIJ KKLLMM N OOJJ FFPPF FFPG FFPPFGEven as one in city pent | A |
Dazed with the stir and din of town | B |
Drums on the pane in discontent | A |
And sees the dreary rain come down | B |
Yet through the dimmed and dripping glass | C |
Beholds in fancy visions pass | C |
Of Spring that breaks with all her leaves | D |
Of birds that build in thatch and eaves | D |
Of woodlands where the throstle calls | E |
Of girls that gather cowslip balls | E |
Of kine that low and lambs that cry | F |
Of wains that jolt and rumble by | F |
Of brooks that sing by brambly ways | G |
Of sunburned folk that stand at gaze | G |
Of all the dreams with which men cheat | H |
The stony sermons of the street | H |
So in its hour the artist brain | I |
Weary of human ills and woes | J |
Weary of passion and of pain | I |
And vaguely craving for repose | J |
Deserts awhile the stage of strife | K |
To draw the even ordered life | K |
The easeful days the dreamless nights | L |
The homely round of plain delights | L |
The calm the unambitioned mind | M |
Which all men seek and few men find | M |
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EPILOGUE | N |
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Let the dream pass the fancy fade | O |
We clutch a shape and hold a shade | O |
Is Peace so peaceful Nay who knows | J |
There are volcanoes under snows | J |
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In after days when grasses high | F |
O'er top the stone where I shall lie | F |
Though ill or well the world adjust | P |
My slender claim to honoured dust | P |
I shall not question or reply | F |
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I shall not see the morning sky | F |
I shall not hear the night wind sigh | F |
I shall be mute as all men must | P |
In after days | G |
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But yet now living fain were I | F |
That some one then should testify | F |
Saying He held his pen in trust | P |
To Art not serving shame or lust | P |
Will none Then let my memory die | F |
In after days | G |
Henry Austin Dobson
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