To George Felton Mathew Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belongA
And doubly sweet a brotherhood in songA
Nor can remembrance Mathew bring to viewB
A fate more pleasing a delight more trueB
Than that in which the brother Poets joy'dC
Who with combined powers their wit employ'dC
To raise a trophy to the drama's musesD
The thought of this great partnership diffusesD
Over the genius loving heart a feelingE
Of all that's high and great and good and healingE
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Too partial friend fain would I follow theeF
Past each horizon of fine poesyD
Fain would I echo back each pleasant noteC
As o'er Sicilian seas clear anthems floatC
'Mong the light skimming gondolas far partedC
Just when the sun his farewell beam has dartedC
But 'tis impossible far different caresD
Beckon me sternly from soft 'Lydian airs '-
And hold my faculties so long in thrallG
That I am oft in doubt whether at allG
I shall again see Phoebus in the morningE
Or flush'd Aurora in the roseate dawningE
Or a white Naiad in a rippling streamH
Or a rapt seraph in a moonlight beamH
Or again witness what with thee I've seenI
The dew by fairy feet swept from the greenI
After a night of some quaint jubileeF
Which every elf and fay had come to seeF
When bright processions took their airy marchJ
Beneath the curved moon's triumphal archJ
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But might I now each passing moment giveK
To the coy muse with me she would not liveL
In this dark city nor would condescendC
'Mid contradictions her delights to lendC
Should e'er the fine eyed maid to me be kindC
Ah surely it must be whene'er I findC
Some flowery spot sequester'd wild romanticM
That often must have seen a poet franticM
Where oaks that erst the Druid knew are growingE
And flowers the glory of one day are blowingE
Where the dark leav'd laburnum's drooping clustersD
Reflect athwart the stream their yellow lustresD
And intertwined the cassia's arms uniteC
With its own drooping buds but very whiteC
Where on one side are covert branches hungN
'Mong which the nightingales have always sungN
In leafy quiet where to pry aloofO
Atween the pillars of the sylvan roofO
Would be to find where violet beds were nestlingE
And where the bee with cowslip bells was wrestlingE
There must be too a ruin dark and gloomyF
To say 'joy not too much in all that's bloomy '-
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Yet this is vain O Mathew lend thy aidC
To find a place where I may greet the maidC
Where we may soft humanity put onP
And sit and rhyme and think on ChattertonQ
And that warm hearted Shakspeare sent to meet himR
Four laurell'd spirits heaven ward to intreat himR
With reverence would we speak of all the sagesD
Who have left streaks of light athwart their agesD
And thou shouldst moralize on Milton's blindnessD
And mourn the fearful dearth of human kindnessD
To those who strove with the bright golden wingE
Of genius to flap away each stingE
Thrown by the pitiless world We next could tellS
Of those who in the cause of freedom fellS
Of our own Alfred of Helvetian TellS
Of him whose name to ev'ry heart's a solaceD
High minded and unbending William WallaceD
While to the rugged north our musing turnsD
We well might drop a tear for him and BurnsD
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Felton without incitements such as theseD
How vain for me the niggard Muse to teaseD
For thee she will thy every dwelling graceD
And make 'a sunshine in a shady place '-
For thou wast once a flowret blooming wildC
Close to the source bright pure and undefil'dC
Whence gush the streams of song in happy hourT
Came chaste Diana from her shady bowerT
Just as the sun was from the east uprisingE
And as for him some gift she was devisingE
Beheld thee pluck'd thee cast thee in the streamH
To meet her glorious brother s greeting beamH
I marvel much that thou hast never toldC
How from a flower into a fish of goldC
Apollo chang'd thee how thou next didst seemH
A black eyed swan upon the widening streamH
And when thou first didst in that mirror traceD
The placid features of a human faceD
That thou hast never told thy travels strangeU
And all the wonders of the mazy rangeU
O er pebbly crystal and o'er golden sandsD
Kissing thy daily food from Naiad s pearly handsD

John Keats



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