Leaves From Australian Forests (12 Sonnets) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Leaves From Australian Forests (12 Sonnets) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
A Mountain Spring	B
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Peace hath an altar there The sounding feet	C
Of thunder and the wildering wings of rain	D
Against fire rifted summits flash and beat	C
And through grey upper gorges swoop and strain	D
But round that hallowed mountain spring remain	D
Year after year the days of tender heat	C
And gracious nights whose lips with flowers are sweet	C
And filtered lights and lutes of soft refrain	D
A still bright pool To men I may not tell	E
The secret that its heart of water knows	F
The story of a loved and lost repose	F
Yet this I say to cliff and close leaved dell	E
A fitful spirit haunts yon limpid well	E
Whose likeness is the faithless face of Rose	F
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II	A
Laura	G
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If Laura lady of the flower soft face	H
Should light upon these verses she may take	I
The tenderest line and through its pulses trace	H
What man can suffer for a woman s sake	I
For in the nights that burn the days that break	I
A thin pale figure stands in Passion s place	H
And peace comes not nor yet the perished grace	H
Of youth to keep old faiths and fires awake	I
Ah marvellous maid Life sobs and sighing saith	J
She left me fleeting like a fluttered dove	K
But I would have a moment of her breath	J
So I might taste the sweetest sense thereof	K
And catch from blossoming honeyed lips of love	K
Some faint some fair some dim delicious death	J
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III	A
By a River	L
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By red ripe mouth and brown luxurious eyes	M
Of her I love by all your sweetness shed	N
In far fair days on one whose memory flies	M
To faithless lights and gracious speech gainsaid	N
I pray you when yon river path I tread	N
Make with the woodlands some soft compromise	M
Lest they should vex me into fruitless sighs	M
With visions of a woman s gleaming head	N
For every green and golden hearted thing	B
That gathers beauty in that shining place	H
Beloved of beams and wooed by wind and wing	B
Is rife with glimpses of her marvellous face	H
And in the whispers of the lips of Spring	B
The music of her lute like voice I trace	H
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IV	K
Attila	G
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What though his feet were shod with sharp fierce flame	O
And death and ruin were his daily squires	P
The Scythian helped by Heaven s thunders came	O
The time was ripe for God s avenging fires	P
Lo loose lewd trulls and lean luxurious liars	P
Had brought the fair fine face of Rome to shame	O
And made her one with sins beyond a name	O
That queenly daughter of imperial sires	Q
The blood of elders like the blood of sheep	R
Was dashed across the circus Once while din	S
And dust and lightnings and a draggled heap	R
Of beast slain men made lords with laughter leap	R
Night fell with rain The earth so sick of sin	S
Had turned her face into the dark to weep	R
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V	K
A Reward	N
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Because a steadfast flame of clear intent	N
Gave force and beauty to full actioned life	K
Because his way was one of firm ascent	N
Whose stepping stones were hewn of change and strife	K
Because as husband loveth noble wife	K
He loved fair Truth because the thing he meant	N
To do that thing he did nor paused nor bent	N
In face of poor and pale conclusions yea	T
Because of this how fares the Leader dead	N
What kind of mourners weep for him to day	T
What golden shroud is at his funeral spread	N
Upon his brow what leaves of laurel say	T
About his breast is tied a sackcloth grey	T
And knots of thorns deface his lordly head	N
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VI To	N
A handmaid to the genius of thy song	U
Is sweet fair Scholarship Tis she supplies	M
The fiery spirit of the passioned eyes	M
With subtle syllables whose notes belong	U
To some chief source of perfect melodies	V
And glancing through a laurelled lordly throng	U
Of shining singers lo my vision flies	M
To William Shakespeare He it is whose strong	U
Full flute like music haunts thy stately verse	W
A worthy Levite of his court thou art	N
One sent among us to defeat the curse	W
That binds us to the Actual Yea thy part	N
Oh lute voiced lover is to lull the heart	N
Of love repelled its darkness to disperse	W
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VII	K
The Stanza of Childe Harold	N
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Who framed the stanza of Childe Harold He	K
It was who halting on a stormy shore	X
Knew well the lofty voice which evermore	X
In grand distress doth haunt the sleepless sea	K
With solemn sounds And as each wave did roll	Y
Till one came up the mightiest of the whole	Y
To sweep and surge across the vacant lea	K
Wild words were wedded to wild melody	K
This poet must have had a speechless sense	Z
Of some dead summer s boundless affluence	A2
Else whither can we trace the passioned lore	X
Of Beauty steeping to the very core	X
His royal verse and that rare light which lies	M
About it like a sunset in the skies	M
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VIII	K
A Living Poet	N
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He knows the sweet vexation in the strife	K
Of Love with Time this bard who fain would stray	T
To fairer place beyond the storms of life	K
With astral faces near him day by day	T
In deep mossed dells the mellow waters flow	B2
Which best he loves for there the echoes rife	K
With rich suggestions of his long ago	B2
Astarte pass with thee And far away	T
Dear southern seasons haunt the dreamy eye	A
Spring flower zoned and Summer warbling low	B2
In tasselled corn alternate come and go	B2
While gypsy Autumn splashed from heel to thigh	A
With vine blood treads the leaves and halting nigh	A
Wild Winter bends across a beard of snow	B2
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IX	M
Dante and Virgil	C2
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When lost Francesca sobbed her broken tale	D2
Of love and sin and boundless agony	K
While that wan spirit by her side did wail	D2
And bite his lips for utter misery	K
The grief which could not speak nor hear nor see	K
So tender grew the superhuman face	M
Of one who listened that a mighty trace	M
Of superhuman woe gave way and pale	D2
The sudden light up struggled to its place	M
While all his limbs began to faint and fail	D2
With such excess of pity But behind	N
The Roman Virgil stood the calm the wise	M
With not a shadow in his regal eyes	M
A stately type of all his stately kind	N
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X	M
Rest	N
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Sometimes we feel so spent for want of rest	N
We have no thought beyond I know to day	T
When tired of bitter lips and dull delay	T
With faithless words I cast mine eyes upon	E2
The shadows of a distant mountain crest	N
And said That hill must hide within its breast	N
Some secret glen secluded from the sun	F2
Oh mother Nature would that I could run	F2
Outside to thee and like a wearied guest	N
Half blind with lamps and sick of feasting lay	T
An aching head on thee Then down the streams	M
The moon might swim and I should feel her grace	M
While soft winds blew the sorrows from my face	M
So quiet in the fellowship of dreams	M
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XI	K
After Parting	B
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I cannot tell what change hath come to you	N
To vex your splendid hair I only know	B2
One grief The passion left betwixt us two	N
Like some forsaken watchfire burneth low	B2
Tis sad to turn and find it dying so	B2
Without a hope of resurrection Yet	N
O radiant face that found me tired and lone	G2
I shall not for the dear dead past forget	N
The sweetest looks of all the summers gone	H2
Ah time hath made familiar wild regret	N
For now the leaves are white in last year s bowers	M
And now doth sob along the ruined leas	M
The homeless storm from saddened southern seas	M
While March sits weeping over withered flowers	M
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XII	M
Alfred Tennyson	F2
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The silvery dimness of a happy dream	I2
I ve known of late Methought where Byron moans	M
Like some wild gulf in melancholy zones	M
I passed tear blinded Once a lurid gleam	I2
Of stormy sunset loitered on the sea	M
While travelling troubled like a straitened stream	I2
The voice of Shelley died away from me	M
Still sore at heart I reached a lake lit lea	M
And then the green mossed glades with many a grove	K
Where lies the calm which Wordsworth used to love	K
And lastly Locksley Hall from whence did rise	M
A haunting song that blew and breathed and blew	N
With rare delights Twas there I woke and knew	N
The sumptuous comfort left in drowsy eyes	M