Honors. - Part I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDE CFCF GHIHI JKJL MNMN OPOP IQIQ RSRS TFTF UNUF NVN FWFW FNF NXNX YNYN QZQZ NA2NA2 B2NB2N YNYN C2JC2J D2XD2X E2IE2I FF2FF2 NXNX G2FG2F XH2XH2 I2J2J2J2 XNXN J2K2J2K2 NJ2NX H2H2H2 J2NNNN J2NJ2N MNMN J2XJ2X QXQX NNNN NNN J2NJ2 H2MH2M NXNX H2H2H2H2 H2J2H2J2 NH2NH2 MNMN J2XJ2X L2NL2N XQXQ C2NC2N J2M2J2M2 H2J2H2J2 NXNX| A Scholar is musing on his want of success | A |
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| To strive and fail Yes I did strive and fail | B |
| I set mine eyes upon a certain night | C |
| To find a certain star and could not hail | B |
| With them its deep set light | C |
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| Fool that I was I will rehearse my fault | D |
| I wingless thought myself on high to lift | E |
| Among the winged I set these feet that halt | D |
| To run against the swift | E |
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| And yet this man that loved me so can write | C |
| That loves me I would say can let me see | F |
| Or fain would have me think he counts but light | C |
| These Honors lost to me | F |
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| The letter of his friend | G |
| What are they that old house of yours which gave | H |
| Such welcome oft to me the sunbeams fall | I |
| Yet down the squares of blue and white which pave | H |
| Its hospitable hall | I |
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| A brave old house a garden full of bees | J |
| Large dropping poppies and Queen hollyhocks | K |
| With butterflies for crowns tree peonies | J |
| And pinks and goldilocks | L |
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| Go when the shadow of your house is long | M |
| Upon the garden when some new waked bird | N |
| Pecking and fluttering chirps a sudden song | M |
| And not a leaf is stirred | N |
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| But every one drops dew from either edge | O |
| Upon its fellow while an amber ray | P |
| Slants up among the tree tops like a wedge | O |
| Of liquid gold to play | P |
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| Over and under them and so to fall | I |
| Upon that lane of water lying below | Q |
| That piece of sky let in that you do call | I |
| A pond but which I know | Q |
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| To be a deep and wondrous world for I | R |
| Have seen the trees within it marvellous things | S |
| So thick no bird betwixt their leaves could fly | R |
| But she would smite her wings | S |
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| Go there I say stand at the water's brink | T |
| And shoals of spotted barbel you shall see | F |
| Basking between the shadows look and think | T |
| 'This beauty is for me | F |
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| 'For me this freshness in the morning hours | U |
| For me the water's clear tranquillity | N |
| For me the soft descent of chestnut flowers | U |
| The cushat's cry for me | F |
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| 'The lovely laughter of the wind swayed wheat | N |
| The easy slope of yonder pastoral hill | V |
| The sedgy brook whereby the red kine meet | N |
| And wade and drink their fill ' | - |
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| Then saunter down that terrace whence the sea | F |
| All fair with wing like sails you may discern | W |
| Be glad and say 'This beauty is for me | F |
| A thing to love and learn | W |
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| 'For me the bounding in of tides for me | F |
| The laying bare of sands when they retreat | N |
| The purple flush of calms the sparkling glee | F |
| When waves and sunshine meet ' | - |
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| So after gazing homeward turn and mount | N |
| To that long chamber in the roof there tell | X |
| Your heart the laid up lore it holds to count | N |
| And prize and ponder well | X |
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| The lookings onward of the race before | Y |
| It had a past to make it look behind | N |
| Its reverent wonder and its doubting sore | Y |
| Its adoration blind | N |
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| The thunder of its war songs and the glow | Q |
| Of chants to freedom by the old world sung | Z |
| The sweet love cadences that long ago | Q |
| Dropped from the old world tongue | Z |
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| And then this new world lore that takes account | N |
| Of tangled star dust maps the triple whirl | A2 |
| Of blue and red and argent worlds that mount | N |
| And greet the IRISH EARL | A2 |
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| Or float across the tube that HERSCHEL sways | B2 |
| Like pale rose chaplets or like sapphire mist | N |
| Or hang or droop along the heavenly ways | B2 |
| Like scarves of amethyst | N |
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| O strange it is and wide the new world lore | Y |
| For next it treateth of our native dust | N |
| Must dig out buried monsters and explore | Y |
| The green earth's fruitful crust | N |
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| Must write the story of her seething youth | C2 |
| How lizards paddled in her lukewarm seas | J |
| Must show the cones she ripened and forsooth | C2 |
| Count seasons on her trees | J |
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| Must know her weight and pry into her age | D2 |
| Count her old beach lines by their tidal swell | X |
| Her sunken mountains name her craters gauge | D2 |
| Her cold volcanoes tell | X |
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| And treat her as a ball that one might pass | E2 |
| From this hand to the other such a ball | I |
| As he could measure with a blade of grass | E2 |
| And say it was but small | I |
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| Honors O friend I pray you bear with me | F |
| The grass hath time to grow in meadow lands | F2 |
| And leisurely the opal murmuring sea | F |
| Breaks on her yellow sands | F2 |
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| And leisurely the ring dove on her nest | N |
| Broods till her tender chick will peck the shell | X |
| And leisurely down fall from ferny crest | N |
| The dew drops on the well | X |
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| And leisurely your life and spirit grew | G2 |
| With yet the time to grow and ripen free | F |
| No judgment past withdraws that boon from you | G2 |
| Nor granteth it to me | F |
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| Still must I plod and still in cities moil | X |
| From precious leisure learned leisure far | H2 |
| Dull my best self with handling common soil | X |
| Yet mine those honors are | H2 |
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| Mine they are called they are a name which means | I2 |
| 'This man had steady pulses tranquil nerves | J2 |
| Here as in other fields the most he gleans | J2 |
| Who works and never swerves | J2 |
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| We measure not his mind we cannot tell | X |
| What lieth under over or beside | N |
| The test we put him to he doth excel | X |
| We know where he is tried | N |
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| But if he boast some farther excellence | J2 |
| Mind to create as well as to attain | K2 |
| To sway his peers by golden eloquence | J2 |
| As wind doth shift a fane | K2 |
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| 'To sing among the poets we are nought | N |
| We cannot drop a line into that sea | J2 |
| And read its fathoms off nor gauge a thought | N |
| Nor map a simile | X |
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| 'It may be of all voices sublunar | H2 |
| The only one he echoes we did try | H2 |
| We may have come upon the only star | H2 |
| That twinkles in his sky ' | - |
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| And so it was with me | J2 |
| O false my friend | N |
| False false a random charge a blame undue | N |
| Wrest not fair reasoning to a crooked end | N |
| False false as you are true | N |
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| But I read on And so it was with me | J2 |
| Your golden constellations lying apart | N |
| They neither hailed nor greeted heartily | J2 |
| Nor noted on their chart | N |
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| And yet to you and not to me belong | M |
| Those finer instincts that like second sight | N |
| And hearing catch creation's undersong | M |
| And see by inner light | N |
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| You are a well whereon I gazing see | J2 |
| Reflections of the upper heavens a well | X |
| From whence come deep deep echoes up to me | J2 |
| Some underwave's low swell | X |
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| I cannot soar into the heights you show | Q |
| Nor dive among the deeps that you reveal | X |
| But it is much that high things ARE to know | Q |
| That deep things ARE to feel | X |
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| 'Tis yours not mine to pluck out of your breast | N |
| Some human truth whose workings recondite | N |
| Were unattired in words and manifest | N |
| And hold it forth to light | N |
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| And cry 'Behold this thing that I have found ' | - |
| And though they knew not of it till that day | N |
| Nor should have done with no man to expound | N |
| Its meaning yet they say | N |
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| 'We do accept it lower than the shoals | J2 |
| We skim this diver went nor did create | N |
| But find it for us deeper in our souls | J2 |
| Than we can penetrate ' | - |
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| You were to me the world's interpreter | H2 |
| The man that taught me Nature's unknown tongue | M |
| And to the notes of her wild dulcimer | H2 |
| First set sweet words and sung | M |
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| And what am I to you A steady hand | N |
| To hold a steadfast heart to trust withal | X |
| Merely a man that loves you and will stand | N |
| By you whatever befall | X |
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| But need we praise his tendance tutelar | H2 |
| Who feeds a flame that warms him Yet 'tis true | H2 |
| I love you for the sake of what you are | H2 |
| And not of what you do | H2 |
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| As heaven's high twins whereof in Tyrian blue | H2 |
| The one revolveth through his course immense | J2 |
| Might love his fellow of the damask hue | H2 |
| For like and difference | J2 |
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| For different pathways evermore decreed | N |
| To intersect but not to interfere | H2 |
| For common goal two aspects and one speed | N |
| One centre and one year | H2 |
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| For deep affinities for drawings strong | M |
| That by their nature each must needs exert | N |
| For loved alliance and for union long | M |
| That stands before desert | N |
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| And yet desert makes brighter not the less | J2 |
| For nearest his own star he shall not fail | X |
| To think those rays unmatched for nobleness | J2 |
| That distance counts but pale | X |
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| Be pale afar since still to me you shine | L2 |
| And must while Nature's eldest law shall hold | N |
| Ah there's the thought which makes his random line | L2 |
| Dear as refin d gold | N |
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| Then shall I drink this draft of oxymel | X |
| Part sweet part sharp Myself o'erprized to know | Q |
| Is sharp the cause is sweet and truth to tell | X |
| Few would that cause forego | Q |
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| Which is that this of all the men on earth | C2 |
| Doth love me well enough to count me great | N |
| To think my soul and his of equal girth | C2 |
| O liberal estimate | N |
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| And yet it is so he is bound to me | J2 |
| For human love makes aliens near of kin | M2 |
| By it I rise there is equality | J2 |
| I rise to thee my twin | M2 |
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| Take courage courage ay my purple peer | H2 |
| I will take courage for thy Tyrian rays | J2 |
| Refresh me to the heart and strangely dear | H2 |
| And healing is thy praise | J2 |
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| Take courage quoth he and respect the mind | N |
| Your Maker gave for good your fate fulfil | X |
| The fate round many hearts your own to wind | N |
| Twin soul I will I will | X |
Jean Ingelow
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