To F.w.f. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD DDDDEFEF GDGDDBDB HBHBIJIJ KJKJDLDM NBNBOFOF PBPBDQDQ DBDBRJRJ SDSDTFTF DDDDUDVD WJWJXFXF YFYFDFDF ZA2ZB2ABAB| Farrar when o er Goodwin s page | A |
| Late I found thee poring | B |
| From the hydrostatic Sage | A |
| Leaky Memory storing | B |
| Or when groaning yesterday | C |
| Needlessly distracted | D |
| By some bright erratic ray | C |
| Through a sphere refracted | D |
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| Then the quick words oft suppressed | D |
| In my fauces fluttered | D |
| Thoughts not yet in language drest | D |
| Pleasing to be uttered | D |
| He that neatly gilds the pill | E |
| Hides the drug but vainly | F |
| So in chance sown words I will | E |
| Speak the matter plainly | F |
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| Men there are whose patient minds | G |
| In one object centred | D |
| Wait till through their darkened blinds | G |
| Truth has burst and entered | D |
| Then that ray so barely caught | D |
| Joyfully absorbing | B |
| They behold the realms of Thought | D |
| Into Science orbing | B |
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| Thus they wait and thus they toil | H |
| Thus they end in knowing | B |
| Like good seed in kindly soil | H |
| Taking root and growing | B |
| Men there are whose ambient souls | I |
| In rapt Intuition | J |
| Seize Creation as it rolls | I |
| Whole without partition | J |
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| Not for them the darkened room | K |
| Lens and perforation | J |
| Enemies are they to gloom | K |
| Foes to Insulation | J |
| Theirs the light of perfect Day | D |
| Theirs the sense of Freedom | L |
| Dungeons and the tortured ray | D |
| Serve for those that need em | M |
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| Song to them of right belongs | N |
| Eloquently flowing | B |
| Sweeping down time honoured wrongs | N |
| Surging burning glowing | B |
| Songs in which all hearts rejoice | O |
| Songs of ancient story | F |
| Songs that fill a People s voice | O |
| Marching on to glory | F |
| - | |
| Thus they live and thus they love | P |
| Thus they soar in singing | B |
| Like glad larks in heaven above | P |
| Dazzling courses winging | B |
| Here I prithee turn thy mind | D |
| To a little fable | Q |
| Of the fledged and rooted kind | D |
| Bird and vegetable | Q |
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| Pensive in his lowly nest | D |
| Once a Lark was lying | B |
| Often did he heave his breast | D |
| Querulously sighing | B |
| For he saw with envious eyes | R |
| Pampered vegetation | J |
| Cabbages of goodly size | R |
| Swoll n with emulation | J |
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| Till their self infolded green | S |
| Tight crammed wide distended | D |
| Seemed in sphered pomp to mean | S |
| All that it pretended | D |
| Long he sought to win their place | T |
| In the Gardener's favour | F |
| Well he caught the silent grace | T |
| Of a plant s behaviour | F |
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| All was useless he confest | D |
| Earth for him unsuited | D |
| Terror seized upon him lest | D |
| He should there be rooted | D |
| Cabbages are cabbages | U |
| Larks are larks he muttered | D |
| Then light springing in the breeze | V |
| Through the sky he fluttered | D |
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| Farrar mark my fable well | W |
| Fling away Ambition | J |
| By that sin the angels fell | W |
| Into black perdition | J |
| Cut the Calculus and stop | X |
| Paths that lead to error | F |
| Think below the Junior Op | X |
| Gapes the Gulph's grim terror | F |
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| Then your Mathematic wings | Y |
| Plucked from off your shoulder | F |
| Will express what Horace sings | Y |
| Of that rash youth bolder | F |
| Than his waxen wings allowed | D |
| Or his cautious father | F |
| Fall not thou from out thy cloud | D |
| Algebraic rather | F |
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| Try the Poll for none but fools | Z |
| Fools I mean at College | A2 |
| Reach the earth between two stools | Z |
| Triposes of Knowledge | B2 |
| Better in poetic rage | A |
| Sing through heaven soaring | B |
| Than disfigure Goodwin s page | A |
| By incessant poring | B |
James Clerk Maxwell
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