Aims At Happiness Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGG HHBBIIFFJJBBKKL MMNO KKPPQQGGRRSSTTK FFII UUVVVWWLLTT XXYYZZXXQQA2A2B2B2C2 C2VVD2D2XXE2E2CCM F2F2YYG2G2FFXXZZHHMM H2H2I2I2G2G2G2FFJ2J2 K2K2L2L2HHAA MMC2C2M2M2MMXXN2N2 WWXXEEB2B2O2O2P2P2Q2 Q2 R2R2XXH2H2S2S2| HOW oft has sounded whip and wheel | A |
| How oft is buckled spur to heel | A |
| How many a steed in short relay | B |
| Stands harnessed on the king's highway | B |
| How many a pleasure freighted sail | C |
| Has danced before a summer gale | C |
| How oft along the dusty road | D |
| The long machine has borne its load | D |
| How many a step and all to find | E |
| What has no place but in the mind | E |
| Unbound to ocean earth or air | F |
| And he who does not find it there | F |
| For what he seeks would vainly look | G |
| Though steersman made to Captain Cook | G |
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| Panting for pleasure never yet possessed | H |
| Since restless man first sought an earthly rest | H |
| Felix projected many a fair essay | B |
| To make life fritter pleasantly away | B |
| And 'twas his firm intent to range and roam | I |
| For what if found at all is found at home | I |
| But still restrained beneath a tutor's care | F |
| No wonder that he could not find it there | F |
| And then his father's ways and mother's whim | J |
| Were most intolerable bores to him | J |
| But these are grievances which soon give way | B |
| Fathers and mothers die and so did they | B |
| Now with an income of sufficient size | K |
| To gratify his wishes as they rise | K |
| He wants for nothing that can bliss confer | L |
| Freedom nor gold ' Well are you happy sir ' | - |
| Hear him with peevish restlessness reply | M |
| ' Not yet sir but I shall be by and by | M |
| I can't endure this old paternal spot | N |
| Nor ever could in fact I tell you what | O |
| I mean to sell the place and build a cot ' | - |
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| How happy they whom poverty denies | K |
| To execute the projects they devise | K |
| But Felix well supplied with evil's root | P |
| Endured the penance while he plucked the fruit | P |
| He sold his house relenting all the while | Q |
| And built his cottage quite in cottage style | Q |
| Each rural ornament was quick bespoke | G |
| And down they came all fresh from London smoke | G |
| The tasty trellis o'er the front is seen | R |
| With rose and woodbine woven in between | R |
| Within the well paid artist lays it out | S |
| To look ten times more rural than without | S |
| The silver paper or the stuccoed wall | T |
| Are here discarded 'tis enchantment all | T |
| Arcadian landscapes 'neath Italian skies | K |
| Profusely glow and 'Alps o'er Alps arise ' | - |
| In bright relief Corinthian columns stare | F |
| Intwined with leaves that grow by magic there | F |
| And there you sit all safe and snug at home | I |
| And gaze at Spain and Turkey Greece and Rome | I |
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| Ah there he sits poor Felix sits and yawns | U |
| In spite of paper trees and painted lawns | U |
| It did at first when all was fresh and new | V |
| While people wondered for a day or two | V |
| But always always that eternal view | V |
| Yes there they are behold it when he will | W |
| The dancing shepherds always standing still | W |
| The mountains glowing just the same as ever | L |
| And there the rising sun that rises never | L |
| Oh he would give the gaudy trappings all | T |
| For a brown wainscot or a whited wall | T |
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| Felix at length while groaning with ennui | X |
| All in a breath bethought him of the sea | X |
| Ah that was it choked up with hills and trees | Y |
| Who could exist he panted for a breeze | Y |
| So off he sped forthwith and travelling post | Z |
| Like a king's messenger he seeks the coast | Z |
| From yon steep hill descries with ardent glee | X |
| The first blue strip of horizontal sea | X |
| Again 'tis lost for many a weary mile | Q |
| He thirsting to behold it all the while | Q |
| At length bare hills bespeak his near advance | A2 |
| Now straight before him rolls the wide expanse | A2 |
| The road with sudden turn and steep descent | B2 |
| Reveals it to him to his heart's content | B2 |
| But so abrupt and near it seems as though | C2 |
| Himself and chaise and all to sea must go | C2 |
| And now the crowded lodgings searching through | V |
| For one to suit him with a fine sea view | V |
| He's forced at last though not for want of cash | D2 |
| To take a shabby room and single sash | D2 |
| Where 'twixt two sloping roofs there just may be | X |
| A slice triangular of rolling sea | X |
| A narrow stint and there he sits alone | E2 |
| Refreshed with zephyrs from the torrid zone | E2 |
| And watching all the morning scarce can fail | C |
| To spy a passing oar or distant sail | C |
| 'How pleasant ' then in languid tone he'll cry | M |
| 'To sit and see the boats and ships go by ' | - |
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| Now 'tis high water and with hundreds more | F2 |
| He goes to catch a breeze along the shore | F2 |
| Or pace the crowded terrace where one sees | Y |
| Fashion and folly beauty and disease | Y |
| The waning belle come down to sport her face | G2 |
| And try her fortune at a watering place | G2 |
| The alderman wheeled out in gouty chair | F |
| The love sick girl sent down for change of air | F |
| The sickly child to bathe his crippled knee | X |
| The hopeless hectic come to try the sea | X |
| The queer faced artist standing like a post | Z |
| To watch the effect of sun set on the coast | Z |
| Then one perchance who differs from the rest | H |
| As much as Oh too much to be expressed | H |
| He nature's genuine lover casts his eye | M |
| Lit up with intellect on sea and sky | M |
| Drinks in the scene and feels his bosom swell | H2 |
| With what he could not what he would not tell | H2 |
| They would have stared and sneered or thought him mad | I2 |
| Or wondered at his oddness if he had | I2 |
| He goes unnoticed by the motley race | G2 |
| But not so they he has an eye to trace | G2 |
| The lines of character in every face | G2 |
| His not the broad unmeaning vacant stare | F |
| He does but turn to study nature there | F |
| The eye of suffering ventures not to meet | J2 |
| Detects the latent smirk of self conceit | J2 |
| The even arch with hopeless dulness fraught | K2 |
| The wandering eye bespeaking distant thought | K2 |
| The languid smile that strives to smooth in vain | L2 |
| Features contracted by incessant pain | L2 |
| Nor his the cold severe sarcastic quest | H |
| A pure philanthropy has warmed his breast | H |
| And many a generous sigh from thence will steal | A |
| For woes and vices that he cannot heal | A |
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| Meantime the vacant tribes that pass him by | M |
| Possessed like him of ear and heart and eye | M |
| At least if some might question it I know | C2 |
| Any anatomist would tell you so | C2 |
| See not nor feel nor hear a word of this | M2 |
| But find in common objects common bliss | M2 |
| To them the sea is water and the sky | M |
| Is full of stars they think and blue and high | M |
| 'Delightful charming pleasant ' they agree | X |
| All that of course one must admire the sea | X |
| And then they gape and turn or stop to chat | N2 |
| With Mrs This and then with Mr That | N2 |
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| And such was Felix and he wondered still | W |
| Since he was neither ugly old nor ill | W |
| Why town nor country villa land nor sea | X |
| Made him as happy as he wished to be | X |
| Instead of wondering had he been inclined | E |
| To sit and speculate about his mind | E |
| Observe its inward work and native bent | B2 |
| And trace the hidden springs of discontent | B2 |
| Mark its high destiny and learn from thence | O2 |
| Not to insult it with the joys of sense | O2 |
| Then were he nearer to the envied goal | P2 |
| Than e'er before with body versus soul | P2 |
| The very mental effort were a feast | Q2 |
| Itself akin to happiness at least | Q2 |
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| But this he knew not and with fruitless aim | R2 |
| Soon posted back no wiser than he came | R2 |
| The lessons taught at Disappointment's knee | X |
| Some dunces cannot learn no more could he | X |
| Where next he sped to find the mystic spell | H2 |
| And how he failed the time would fail to tell | H2 |
| So close his story with a little fable | S2 |
| Hoping the muse will drop it on his table | S2 |
Jane Taylor
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