To James T. Fields Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCB DEED FGHF IJJI KLLK MMMM NOON CPPC GMMH MQQM MRRM MPPM PPPP SPPS PIIP MTTM| On a blank leaf of poems printed not published | A |
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| Well thought who would not rather hear | B |
| The songs to Love and Friendship sung | C |
| Than those which move the stranger's tongue | C |
| And feed his unselected ear | B |
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| Our social joys are more than fame | D |
| Life withers in the public look | E |
| Why mount the pillory of a book | E |
| Or barter comfort for a name | D |
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| Who in a house of glass would dwell | F |
| With curious eyes at every pane | G |
| To ring him in and out again | H |
| Who wants the public crier's bell | F |
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| To see the angel in one's way | I |
| Who wants to play the ass's part | J |
| Bear on his back the wizard Art | J |
| And in his service speak or bray | I |
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| And who his manly locks would shave | K |
| And quench the eyes of common sense | L |
| To share the noisy recompense | L |
| That mocked the shorn and blinded slave | K |
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| The heart has needs beyond the head | M |
| And starving in the plenitude | M |
| Of strange gifts craves its common food | M |
| Our human nature's daily bread | M |
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| We are but men no gods are we | N |
| To sit in mid heaven cold and bleak | O |
| Each separate on his painful peak | O |
| Thin cloaked in self complacency | N |
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| Better his lot whose axe is swung | C |
| In Wartburg woods or that poor girl's | P |
| Who by the him her spindle whirls | P |
| And sings the songs that Luther sung | C |
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| Than his who old and cold and vain | G |
| At Weimar sat a demigod | M |
| And bowed with Jove's imperial nod | M |
| His votaries in and out again | H |
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| Ply Vanity thy winged feet | M |
| Ambition hew thy rocky stair | Q |
| Who envies him who feeds on air | Q |
| The icy splendor of his seat | M |
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| I see your Alps above me cut | M |
| The dark cold sky and dim and lone | R |
| I see ye sitting stone on stone | R |
| With human senses dulled and shut | M |
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| I could not reach you if I would | M |
| Nor sit among your cloudy shapes | P |
| And spare the fable of the grapes | P |
| And fox I would not if I could | M |
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| Keep to your lofty pedestals | P |
| The safer plain below I choose | P |
| Who never wins can rarely lose | P |
| Who never climbs as rarely falls | P |
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| Let such as love the eagle's scream | S |
| Divide with him his home of ice | P |
| For me shall gentler notes suffice | P |
| The valley song of bird and stream | S |
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| The pastoral bleat the drone of bees | P |
| The flail beat chiming far away | I |
| The cattle low at shut of day | I |
| The voice of God in leaf and breeze | P |
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| Then lend thy hand my wiser friend | M |
| And help me to the vales below | T |
| In truth I have not far to go | T |
| Where sweet with flowers the fields extend | M |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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