Midsummer Idylls. Canto Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Good day and how d'ye do my friends and neighbours | B |
I must have dozed upon my easy chair | C |
I feel refreshed and recommence my labours | B |
And urge my soaring Pegasus through air | C |
Nor ask his destination or his fare | C |
It matters not to me and I resume | D |
But not to dose you more than you can bear | C |
To take my flight with others I presume | D |
And why not so my friends since there's no lack of room | D |
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II | A |
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You know I am a careless sort of fellow | E |
On whom no living being spends a wink | F |
So stand aside and let me have my bellow | E |
You surely will not grudge me pen and ink | F |
I've little doubt that if you stop to think | F |
You'll recollect I've met you once before | G |
I'm not the humbug who would wish to shrink | F |
From friends of old and so let's have your paw | H |
Of course 'twere better we were friendly to be sure | I |
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III | A |
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You know my failing and you will forgive it | J |
Or lump it p'raps to use a common phrase | B |
Yet as with most objections you'll outlive it | J |
Before the lapse of very many days | B |
The fact is this I never look for praise | B |
And never want it for I quite intend | K |
To abandon rhyming and amend my ways | B |
And utilise the moments that I spend | K |
In such like nonsense towards a more befitting end | K |
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IV | L |
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I have my likes great likes great dislikes too | M |
'Twere well did I just one or two rehearse | B |
I hate to see a fool his ways renew | M |
I hate to see a youngster scribbling verse | B |
And now my friends just think what can be worse | B |
Than wasting time when we've so little of it | J |
But waywardness will surely prove a curse | B |
They tell me that I ought to be above it | J |
That is to say my kinsfolk and belov d | N |
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V | N |
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But something strange impels me to the task | O |
And here am I complaining while I write | P |
Of human nature Of myself I ask | O |
Now am I doing wrong or doing right | P |
'Tis hard indeed I find it so to fight | P |
However perseveringly I try | A |
And more particularly so to night | P |
Against this most uncouth propensity | N |
Most likely tho' I shall grow wiser by and bye | A |
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VI | A |
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But I'll proceed I never see the use | B |
Of giving up a task when once begun | Q |
Besides it's nonsense urging an excuse | B |
Just let me end my tale and I am done | Q |
Why there's the breakfast bell and ten to one | Q |
Those girls are fast asleep and what d'ye bet | R |
And Julia's just been waking them what fun | Q |
Ah very well you've lost and don't forget | R |
That you are now let's see a florin in my debt | R |
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VII | A |
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The girls were late indeed and no mistake | S |
Unutterably tired I should say | B |
But Julia said they all were wide awake | S |
And so 'twas useless making more delay | B |
Mamma proceeded in her usual way | B |
To order in the breakfast then and there | C |
Concluding 'twas the excitement yesterday | B |
For waiting long was more than she could bear | C |
So after having kissed papa she took her chair | C |
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VIII | A |
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Papa consulted the barometer | T |
To gain some knowledge of the coming weather | T |
Then stared and took out his chronometer | T |
Remarking it was funny altogether | T |
He rang the bell in order to know whether | T |
His daughters really had begun to dress | B |
And Julia quite as light as any feather | T |
Swept in and pertly answered Yes Sir yes | B |
Much to his satisfaction doubtless you may guess | B |
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IX | B |
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They all came down to find the breakfast cold | U |
And there was then and there a great to do | M |
Mamma felt very much disposed to scold | U |
And answered their excuses with pooh pooh | M |
I think 'twas rather too bad tho' don't you | M |
Since they had done the very best they could | V |
To entertain their visitors all through | M |
But there she only scolded for their good | V |
And 'twas not well for them o'er such like things to brood | W |
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X | B |
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For several days they were not quite the thing | X |
To judge from all appearances at least | Y |
Their youthful levity had taken wing | X |
And all excursions for the present ceased | Y |
And momently their restlessness increased | Y |
The sketch was left unheeded incomplete | Z |
The slippers they were knitting ere the feast | Y |
And faded garlands strewed the arbour seat | Z |
Now silent and neglected was that cool retreat | Z |
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XI | B |
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But still this feeling's always more or less | B |
Shortlived I find it so at any rate | A2 |
Altho' not always easy to repress | B |
We very soon reclaim our normal state | A2 |
'Twas so in this case happy to relate | A2 |
For soon they all were lark like as before | T |
With all their usual buoyancy innate | A2 |
Indeed they took to frolic more and more | T |
They were the liveliest feminines one ever saw | B |
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XII | B |
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It somehow chanced one night they could not sleep | B2 |
They did not even doze but wakeful lay | B |
Oblivion's mists their senses did not steep | B2 |
Whatever was the cause I cannot say | B |
So they commenced to chat the time away | B |
Their rooms were quite convenient for it too | M |
Then on to various topics did they stray | B |
And long forgotten converse did renew | M |
No doubt 'twas quite enjoyable they thought so too | M |
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XIII | B |
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At last of course they didn't wish to doze | B |
Preferring to prolong the conversation | Q |
And still suggestions one by one arose | B |
Which only met with their disapprobation | Q |
And jokes were cracked in lively alternation | Q |
From sundry rappings peal on peal afar | T |
Occasioning surprise and consternation | Q |
I'm half afraid that they awoke Mama | C2 |
And dozing sweetly too most likely their papa | C2 |
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XIV | A |
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This was effectual to some extent | D2 |
They brought their voices down to somewhat low | E |
T' arouse the slumb'ring folks they never meant | D2 |
Whom they'd disturbed so much a while ago | E |
So they arranged at once that both should go | E |
To Dora's bedroom if they wished to speak | E2 |
And trip it on the light fantastic toe | E |
But oh dear how those stupid boards did creak | E2 |
As both of them their darling sister's room did seek | E2 |
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XV | A |
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The lamp was lighted and the apparatus | B |
For making coffee speedily prepared | F2 |
The cups were steaming with an odor gratus | B |
They thought not of the hour and little cared | F2 |
How far advanced the night and gaily fared | F2 |
On Spanish rusks and coffee whilst the cry | T |
Of cockerel answered cockerel and they shared | F2 |
The bountiful repast delightedly | E |
And chatted over several matters merrily | E |
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XVI | A |
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With robe de chambre and slippers each one seemed | G2 |
To be exactly in her element | H2 |
While from each dimpled cheek a beauty beamed | G2 |
A rosy flush of blossoms redolent | H2 |
Moreover each one's deshabille had lent | D2 |
A careless grace which numbers can't convey | A |
As tho' fair Venus all her arts had spent | D2 |
In rendering them beautiful as day | A |
Or had transformed each fondling to a fairy fay | A |
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XVII | A |
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And there they sweetly lounged in statu quo | E |
More beautiful than words can ever tell | E |
In fact a tiny sprig of mistletoe | E |
I should have deemed quite indispensable | E |
So greatly did their excellence excel | E |
All evanescent beauty in man's eyes | B |
The loveliest primrose in the greenest dell | E |
The lithest form man e'er did idolize | B |
Fairer than fleece like cloudlets of the southern skies | B |
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XVIII | A |
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Now Flora oped the casement for she sought | I2 |
The realm of silent Night The breezes soft | J2 |
Swept o'er her brow and cooled each burning thought | I2 |
And calmly bore each tranquil prayer aloft | K2 |
She sniffed the balmy air and lightly quaffed | K2 |
The faint and mellow perfumes as they came | L2 |
And gazed abstractedly as she so oft | K2 |
Had done before Who would not do the same | L2 |
And fondly praise his Maker's most belov d name | L2 |
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XIX | B |
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Below the pebbly rill like the fond sigh | A |
Of maiden's love was whispering to the night | K2 |
While on its breast the star lit canopy | E |
Reflected clear the bosom did invite | K2 |
To share its holy peace its still delight | K2 |
And join the drowsy nocturnes that arose | B |
Hushing all nature to a slumber light | K2 |
And soothing down on pillows of repose | B |
All weary mortals' earthly turmoils cares and woes | B |
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XX | B |
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And summer dews had steeped the verdant sod | K2 |
The moon rays shimmered o'er the spangled lea | E |
And taught the soul the eloquence of God | K2 |
Tinging the far horizon o'er the sea | E |
With silver film and sheeny filigree | E |
While o'er the gray expanse with trembling wing | X |
The ling'ring zephyr hovered sleepily | E |
And faintly breathed o'er every dormant thing | X |
Its soft sad benediction This did Flora sing | X |
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Oh Night beneath thy dark domain | Q |
How oft the human heart has bled | K2 |
But here a holy peace doth reign | Q |
And now my soul is comforted | K2 |
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Sublimest Monarch teach my breast | K2 |
To speak the phantasy it feels | B |
O take my heart to be thy guest | K2 |
And stay thy sombre chariot wheels | B |
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Thy course is bent thro' clouds on them | M2 |
Thy path thou takest o'er the sea | E |
Ten myriad worlds thy diadem | M2 |
Oh take me to abide with thee | E |
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Thy sceptre 'tis with points of light | K2 |
Begemmed thy retinues advance | B |
And feeble Nature owns thy might | K2 |
The splendour of thy countenance | B |
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The moon thy lamp the flaming sun | Q |
Thy harbinger take thou my soul | E |
Now bounding forth thy race to run | Q |
To thy Imperial Capitol | E |
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O let my spirit wander o'er | T |
Thy sable woods and feel their sighs | B |
And float upon thy Stygian shore | T |
And revel in its mysteries | B |
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O but to mingle with thy throng | N2 |
Partaker in thy flight to be | E |
A portion of that spirit song | N2 |
A spirit minister to thee | E |
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XXI | B |
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They soon were rather weary and methinks | B |
Their chirp like chatter did grow somewhat less | B |
Now one would rouse herself from forty winks | B |
Another doze in sweet unconsciousness | B |
Indeed it was high time as you may guess | B |
They should disperse they wisely thought so too | K2 |
Then kissed and smiled and each one did confess | B |
Such pranks as these would never never do | K2 |
Of course they'd have to meet the scolding that they knew | K2 |
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XXII | B |
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Their dreams were peopled with all forms and shapes | B |
That nightmare with its horrors can conceive | A |
Egyptian sphynxes down to Barb'ry apes | B |
Entangled in all nets that dreams can weave | A |
They struggled to get liberty and leave | A |
The meshy maze yet struggled all in vain | Q |
Such horribles you never could believe | A |
I wonder if they all transgressed again | Q |
As then thus pleasure's always found preceding pain | Q |
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XXIII | B |
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Rose like the others saw the wrong she did | K2 |
Personified in dreams while on her chest | K2 |
In slow descent an Eastern Pyramid | K2 |
Came down to crush her flat she did her best | K2 |
Like dreaming people do when so distressed | K2 |
To move from underneath the cruel thing | X |
When up came Ju to know if she were dressed | K2 |
And if she heard the bell for breakfast ring | X |
Surprised indeed so late to find her slumbering | X |
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XXIV | A |
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She heard it yes but with a dreaming ear | T |
Just as the pile above her did descend | K2 |
She heard the funeral knell she saw the bier | T |
Which was to seal her most unpleasant end | K2 |
But fortunately then Mama did send | K2 |
The housemaid to inform the time of day | K2 |
The Spinx etcetera did their ways amend | K2 |
Politely bowed took wing and flew away | K2 |
Rose wished them all good morning with no more delay | K2 |
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XXV | A |
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The girls went down to breakfast with a look | O2 |
Which spoke guilt shame and terror all in one | Q |
Each sigh was language and each glance a book | O2 |
Narrating all the mischief they had done | Q |
And cowering conscience cautioned them to shun | Q |
The searching lectures of parental eyes | B |
But still the dark ordeal had begin | Q |
For Mama swelled to a terrific size | B |
And Pater looked around the room in mute surprise | B |
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XXVI | A |
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Then glances were exchanged and both declared | K2 |
Such freaks as these again must never be | E |
Their Ma demanded how they even dared | K2 |
Since they'd been naughty to the last degree | E |
Ejaculating faintly Goodness me | E |
With various interjections of alarm | P2 |
Stamping with anger at the guilty three | E |
But 'twas not long e'er she again was calm | Q2 |
And all her daughters knew of course she meant no harm | P2 |
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XXVII | A |
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But this unhappy circumstance was soon | Q |
Like such unpleasantnesses were forgotten | Q |
All things were tolerably straight by noon | Q |
For family disputes are hell begotten | Q |
So they betook them to their knitting cotton | Q |
And felt themselves forgiven as they were | T |
They said that lesson should be unforgotten | Q |
Such nonsense never should again occur | T |
So they had asked their parents' pardon I infer | T |
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XXVIII | A |
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Days had not only sped but galloped on | Q |
As they expressed it e'er they could turn round | K2 |
Before they were aware the month had gone | Q |
The first of August too had come they found | K2 |
A fact which seemed the household to astound | K2 |
On which date I imagine they designed | K2 |
A short excursion by the pleasant sound | K2 |
Of tossing waters wild and unconfined | K2 |
In following this suggestion they were not behind | K2 |
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XXIX | B |
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It was the first of August now I know | Q |
A day that's most unlucky I believe | A |
As I for one have always found it so | Q |
Then ask Astrologers who can't deceive | A |
For I myself was surely doomed to grieve | A |
Selected by some most ill omened star | T |
'Twas then but why I really can't conceive | A |
That I was introduced to my Mama | C2 |
From then she always wished me over at Malabar | T |
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XXX | Q |
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I mean to say that I was born unlucky | E |
My mother never danced me up and down | Q |
I never once was designated ducky | E |
Nor rolled within the doubles of her gown | Q |
Nor dandled as when fondlings go to town | Q |
Nor kissed and snuggled when I went to bed | K2 |
Or rather when conveyed there with a frown | Q |
A downright shaking and a smarting head | K2 |
To me no coaxing sweet appeal was made when fed | K2 |
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XXXI | Q |
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I don't know if the Pythagorean theory | E |
Is quite to be relied upon or spurned | K2 |
I'm half afraid this must remain a query | E |
As far as my enquiries are concerned | K2 |
For theories are by theories overturned | K2 |
And what a wise man says a coon disputes | Q |
For my part I must leave it with the learned | K2 |
And those who play the fool with such pursuits | Q |
I take the first that comes or anyone which suits | Q |
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XXXII | Q |
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But if that version of the matter's true | T |
I must have suffered for my previous sin | Q |
Some former life of follies what think you | T |
Some other mischief I've been joining in | Q |
But what's the use of idle pondering | E |
On things so troublesome and as abstruse | Q |
It were prepost'rous even to begin | Q |
What was there that could possibly induce | Q |
Pythagoras to turn his pen to such a use | Q |
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XXXIII | Q |
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The thought of spiritual transmigration | Q |
Is somewhat pleasant therefore let it be | E |
It seems delightful to my contemplation | Q |
But what of that it's all the same to me | E |
In fact to tell the truth I cannot see | E |
Wherefore Pythagoras did puzzle o'er | T |
This tiresome philosophy when he | E |
Must truly have considered it a bore | T |
I think it so and doubtless so do many more | T |
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XXXIV | A |
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One fool makes many as the saying goes | Q |
And he was quite as bad as any Plato | Q |
There was some slight resemblance I suppose | Q |
As Alcibiades resembled Cato | Q |
But I must hurry on and not delay so | Q |
On themes unnecessary to my tale | E |
I'm sure you will agree with me and say so | Q |
I'm prone to 'light on topics that are stale | E |
As I have said before I know that I am frail | E |
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XXXV | A |
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Well laden with good things by way of luncheon | Q |
Our heroines were starting on their way | K2 |
With ham and tongue and wine an infant puncheon | Q |
With spirits buoyant and a jolly day | K2 |
The sun upon them shot his summer ray | K2 |
Above the pendent lark was on the wing | E |
The fair ones each and all had lots to say | K2 |
And absolutely laughed like anything | E |
The very air with their blithe merriment did ring | E |
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XXXVI | A |
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'Twas early yet and as they were proceeding | E |
On some poor widow they'd arranged to call | E |
To give her heart the comfort she was needing | E |
Whose open bible was her hope her all | E |
And Dora in her basket bore a shawl | E |
A gift from Ma to the disabled dame | L2 |
Together with some stockings and a ball | E |
Of worsted To the cottage gate they came | L2 |
And doubtless reader you have often done the same | L2 |
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XXXVII | A |
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They knocked then pressed the latch and entered There | T |
Her grandchild sat oh she was sweet to see | E |
Her cheek was bright and fairer than the fair | T |
Each tress the sungleam shimmering o'er the sea | E |
An open bible lay upon her knee | E |
She had been reading from the volume old | K2 |
In meek and innocent simplicity | E |
And tinging all things earthly with the gold | K2 |
The calmer holier radiance of that other fold | K2 |
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XXXVIII | A |
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I will be with you even unto death | R2 |
Come unto Me and I will give you rest | K2 |
I even I am He that comforteth | R2 |
What words are these how beautiful how blest | K2 |
And Granny as she listened fondly pressed | K2 |
Her darling's little hand did she not bring | E |
Sweet consolation to her ag d breast | K2 |
When th' sun of life was low towards evening | E |
And life's fast fleeting pleasures all had taken wing | E |
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XXXIX | E |
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But dim were Granny's glasses with a tear | T |
While listening to that voice so soft so low | Q |
Oh what upon this weary earth so dear | T |
Oh what so cherished as that smile below | Q |
The depth of human fondness who can know | Q |
She dried her tears imprinting a slow kiss | E |
Upon her beauty's cheek she loved her so | Q |
Oh what more tender more sublime than this | E |
Beside that hearth there reigned such still such sacred bliss | E |
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XL | Q |
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Our visitors had entered Granny seemed | K2 |
Right down delighted that they should have come | S2 |
For from her eyes a nameless pleasure beamed | K2 |
Which seemed of all delights to be the sum | S2 |
She tried to make them cosy interdum | S2 |
And to their kind enquiries she replied | K2 |
I'm bonny in my way I thank you Mum | S2 |
And how's yourselves and those at home beside | K2 |
Then to them several little matters did confide | K2 |
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XLI | Q |
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The cot consisting of two rooms was thatched | K2 |
Each room was on the ground Above the door | T |
Clung vines and roses and the wall was patched | K2 |
And all an aspect of contentment bore | T |
The prettiest little scene you ever saw | E |
Within above the mantel hung the gun | Q |
Which there had hung for fifteen years or more | T |
Memento of that dear departed one | Q |
Telling of how much service it before had done | Q |
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XLII | Q |
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Within the corner stood the eight day clock | E |
Which had recounted time for years and years | E |
And even then was going tick a tock | E |
Tho' it had seen so many smiles and tears | E |
There is a something which I fancy cheers | E |
In the slow ditty which those songsters sing | E |
Some sweet responsion which the bosom hears | E |
Whose echo is so soft and comforting | E |
Winding a stilly peace round each familiar thing | E |
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XLIII | Q |
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The bacon hung suspended from a beam | S2 |
And ancient china made the parlour gay | K2 |
The picture of a little mountain stream | S2 |
Called Rose's admiration into play | K2 |
And basking in the sun's delightful ray | K2 |
A favourite kitten purred with sleepy air | T |
The polished flags were spotless as the day | K2 |
And groups of flowering plants stood here and there | T |
And industry was most apparent everywhere | T |
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XLIV | A |
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Our ladies three had had their little chat | K2 |
Had likewise done the good they had to do | T |
Moreover had admired and stroked the cat | K2 |
And then they thought 'twas time that they withdrew | T |
The widow was more thankful than they knew | T |
And twenty times expressed her firm conviction | Q |
They were disguised archangels what think you | T |
Then twenty times pronounced her benediction | Q |
Hoping they'd never live to suffer her affliction | Q |
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XLV | A |
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Her little grandchild courtesied at the gate | K2 |
Showed them the way and courtesied once again | Q |
They sauntered on at just their former rate | K2 |
And chattered in their usual lively strain | Q |
Passing along an elevated plain | Q |
They paused to look around them for the scene | Q |
Delighted them enormously and fain | Q |
Would they have been to rest mid way between | Q |
But forward gaily pressed o'er silent tracts of green | Q |
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XLVI | A |
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The view was bounded on their right by hills | E |
Those gentle hills that border on the sea | E |
Ah as I write a thought my bosom stills | E |
That thought Oh Berwick is the thought of thee | E |
How kind how tranquil were thine hours to me | E |
Those hours amongst thy silent valleys cast | K2 |
O moments gone come back and let me be | E |
Enfolded in the visions of the Past | K2 |
While other hours and days and years are fleeting fast | K2 |
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XLVII | A |
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Anon the summit of the cliff they gained | K2 |
Above the vast expanse the eye is bent | K2 |
Where Beauty's finger wanders unrestrained | K2 |
With its fantastical embellishment | K2 |
The mind is riveted the gaze is spent | K2 |
Where lavish Nature pours her richest spoil | Q |
The tongue is voiceless with bewilderment | K2 |
Far far below the ocean's ceaseless toil | Q |
Makes bosoms inly shudder and all eyes recoil | Q |
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XLVIII | A |
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Our little thoughts are staggered at the scene | Q |
That splendour so unspeakably intense | E |
And dazzled by its brilliancy of sheen | Q |
The senses reel with its magnificence | E |
Below the surgy yeast was boiling whence | E |
Rose on the summer air its restless roar | T |
It smote the broken cliff's bold battlements | E |
Unmoted like the warriors of yore | T |
And plunged upon the moss clad boulders of the shore | T |
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XLIX | E |
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The feathery clouds moved slowly through the sky | E |
The coast line melted into tender blue | T |
The storm bleared headland stood defiantly | E |
The boldest feature of that boundless view | T |
In contrast with its chalky front the hue | T |
Of the green sea swept freely far and wide | K2 |
And o'er the promontory's base there grew | T |
As though its time torn nakedness to hide | K2 |
Some shaggy weeds that floated on the swelling tide | K2 |
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L | Q |
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It was the ebb They could not yet descend | K2 |
So Rose suggested that they should proceed | K2 |
In the direction of the headland's end | K2 |
There straightway squat them on the grass and read | K2 |
The books they'd brought to this they all agreed | K2 |
Then hastened onward though the sun was hot | K2 |
And there beneath their sunshades with much speed | K2 |
And very much more chatter did they squat | K2 |
In those parts foliage umbrageous there was not | K2 |
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LI | E |
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They must have read an hour when they discovered | K2 |
Exactly simultaneously that they | K2 |
Were really hungry so they all uncovered | K2 |
Their baskets of refreshment for the day | K2 |
And laughed to see the paper fly away | K2 |
They must I think have quite enjoyed their fare | T |
So close above the music of the bay | K2 |
No doubt it was delightful to be there | T |
Fanned by the soothing breath of the ozonic air | T |
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LII | E |
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They chatted read and dozed in alternation | Q |
And time had flitted as it always will | E |
Flo recommended change of situation | Q |
Not pleased that they were tarrying there still | E |
So all arose and forward urged until | E |
They saw afar some narrow steps and rude | K2 |
Beginning some short distance up the hill | E |
And which of course no sooner had they viewed | K2 |
Than thither they repaired as quickly as they could | K2 |
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LIII | E |
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Descending they discovered that the sea | E |
Had much subsided since they saw it last | K2 |
Then down they hopped with more than usual glee | E |
To note the waters thus receding fast | K2 |
Upon the narrow strip of sand were cast | K2 |
Weeds star fish and all sorts of shells around | K2 |
And as along the level stretch they passed | K2 |
Most interesting articles they found | K2 |
Which lay all washed and wet upon the solid ground | K2 |
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LIV | A |
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They cut their names upon the cliff and wrote | K2 |
All sorts of hieroglyphics on the sand | K2 |
And rhymes that I'm unable now to quote | K2 |
All found amusement there on every hand | K2 |
They thought a life at sea was truly grand | K2 |
As very many ladies often do | T |
Perhaps it is when strolling on the strand | K2 |
At least I find it passable don't you | T |
In fact I think much more so than in transitu | K2 |
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LV | A |
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They deemed it a misfortune they were girls | E |
Rose wished she'd been a boy and gone abroad | K2 |
Flo wished she'd been a sailor lad with curls | E |
By all the fair of Christendom adored | K2 |
Then Dora too her present state deplored | K2 |
And also would have been a tar because | E |
She loved to listen when the waters roared | K2 |
Or any blessed thing but what she was | E |
All these ideas were most enjoyable of course | E |
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LVI | A |
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At some short distance was a vessel hurled | K2 |
A dismal wreck upon the rockbound shoal | E |
Around its hulk th' encircling billows curled | K2 |
Now thro' its splintered deck the wavelet stole | E |
Then issuing forth it gurgled through a hole | E |
Staved by the tempest's fury in its side | K2 |
Afar off did its shattered timbers roll | E |
Its treasures all were scattered in the tide | K2 |
The headland gained the swaying wreck they soon espied | K2 |
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LVII | A |
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Soon as the waves permitted them to go | Q |
Across the smooth white rocks they to it went | K2 |
The raging brine had torn off half the bow | T2 |
Its starboard shivered and its cordage rent | K2 |
The warring waters had their anger spent | K2 |
And flung its fragments to the cruel blast | K2 |
Its iron bands were burst apart and bent | K2 |
And all around in dire disorder cast | K2 |
There shattered at some little distance lay the mast | K2 |
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LVIII | A |
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When gazing pensively o'er ocean's realm | S2 |
Its wide destruction its unspoken might | K2 |
There is a something which doth overwhelm | S2 |
As day is overshadowed by the night | K2 |
This was forsooth an interesting sight | K2 |
To them yet no less dreadful for the scene | Q |
Was one such as could never yield delight | K2 |
And so delighted they could not have been | Q |
Before they never such a spectacle had seen | Q |
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LIX | E |
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They picked up curious items three or four | T |
And placed them in their baskets to take home | S2 |
The wreck and its surroundings did explore | T |
Upon the slimy reefs too did they roam | S2 |
While backward and still backward rolled the foam | S2 |
While faster flew each hour one after one | Q |
And they discovered evening had come | S2 |
'Twas time they put an end to all their fun | Q |
And so to think of their return they had begun | Q |
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LX | E |
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The time indeed had gone exceeding fast | K2 |
But how it had gone that they could not say | E |
And nor could I my reader if you asked | K2 |
They tell me that for no man Time will stay | E |
Oh not for womankind for such as they | E |
I'm half afraid old Chronos doth forget | K2 |
As he goes tearing on from day to day | E |
The right and just demands of etiquette | K2 |
Which is as you'll agree a matter of regret | K2 |
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LXI | E |
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They finished their refreshments seated nicely | E |
Upon a spar just what they all required | K2 |
Which seemed as if put for them so precisely | E |
Was it the very thing that they desired | K2 |
They were or should have been intensely tired | K2 |
But luckily they had not far to go | Q |
A lot of pleasant matters had transpired | K2 |
And all had cracked their lively joke or so | Q |
But now the day was o'er the sun was getting low | Q |
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LXII | Q |
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Behind the cliff they wished to see him fall | E |
And therefore with that object did they wait | K2 |
There was no need to hurry home at all | E |
And they could walk it well by half past eight | K2 |
And surely that was not so very late | K2 |
They each detached a portion of the wood | K2 |
For Dora took much pains to demonstrate | K2 |
It was most necessary that they should | K2 |
For a memento be it clearly understood | K2 |
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LXIII | Q |
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There can be nothing dearer that I know | Q |
When thus I speak of course I mean to me | E |
Than wand'ring slowly when the tide is low | Q |
Alone and silent by the gentle sea | E |
Each winding cranny of the rock may be | E |
Enjoyment's wealth There is a world of thought | K2 |
Of joys unbounded for a heart as free | E |
A universe of life if only sought | K2 |
Each breath each dreaming ripple is with music fraught | K2 |
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LXIV | A |
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Give me the ocean let me hear its roll | E |
For ever let me wander by its side | K2 |
There is a voice that murmurs to the soul | E |
A strength which thunders in its mighty tide | K2 |
There let me but my lonely footsteps guide | K2 |
Or hasten to some far neglected glen | Q |
Wherein myself for ever I can hide | K2 |
And rest a stranger to the ways of men | Q |
And find a refuge dear beyond all human ken | Q |
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LXV | A |
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There let me be nor friend nor kinsman near | T |
For earthly friends and kinsmen what are they | E |
There let me unbefriended drop a tear | T |
And spend in solitude life's little day | E |
Where strange strange voices all all pass away | E |
And mingle with the voices that have been | Q |
There in those stilly valleys let me stray | E |
Where all is soundless all is fair and green | Q |
And peace that holy peace surrounds each smiling scene | Q |
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LXVI | A |
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Within me is a craving and for what | K2 |
A lingering longing dark and ill defined | K2 |
A something wanting but I know it not | K2 |
A missing link it is not mine to find | K2 |
A flaming fire that scorches up the mind | K2 |
And goads me ever onward onward where | T |
I pray I gasp for light for I am blind | K2 |
The light that never never will be there | T |
What can that something be my spirit may not share | T |
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LXVII | A |
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Oh let me be for mine is Nature's praise | Q |
I leave the world for those it doth invite | K2 |
For those who are untaught in Nature's ways | Q |
Who seek their pleasures in the boast of might | K2 |
Give me the wood the ocean and the night | K2 |
I ask no more these these shall be my all | E |
And wield my cornucopia of delight | K2 |
The crested helmet and the kingly hall | E |
Are not for me for them I neither care nor call | E |
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LXVIII | A |
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I ask not Wealth nor wish one single hour | T |
Where Splendour gilds the trophies of the brave | A |
Of purse proud pomp of pageantry and power | T |
Whose flaunting grandeur can but deck the grave | A |
To me 'tis hollow all is nothing save | A |
The pine capped mountain and the heathery plain | Q |
The rolling forest and the leaping wave | A |
Oh give me back their sweetnesses again | Q |
Those dear those silent pleasures which can never wane | Q |
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LXIX | Q |
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Far have I wandered when the even fills | Q |
The bosom with sweet sadnesses and sighs | Q |
When life was like the mellow on far hills | Q |
Bathed in the sunset of the summer skies | Q |
And tinged with purple when the spirit cries | Q |
And gasps for very language but in vain | Q |
When wavelets whisper and the heart replies | Q |
When the soul sobs and all is hushed again | Q |
Save Tritons chanting to this pathless world of pain | Q |
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LXX | Q |
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Stay stay thy footsteps o'er the waters see | Q |
How calm the weary elements how still | E |
For Nature too herself forgets to be | Q |
While holy thoughts and prayers the bosom fill | E |
And dim the daylight quivers o'er the hill | E |
The creatures of the air to home and rest | K2 |
Have winged their lonely journey at their will | E |
And no alarms alarm the human breast | K2 |
And all yea all with heavenly quietude is blest | K2 |
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LXXI | Q |
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They'd seen the sun descend the blending hues | Q |
Rich in succession come then fade away | E |
Regretting that such splendour they should lose | Q |
With the departure of the solar ray | E |
Do we not note this every dawning day | E |
That beauty is short lived and soon must pass | Q |
More beautiful more wasted by decay | E |
We see it and we cry Alas Alas | Q |
Our days are as a tale that is told we are but grass | Q |
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LXXII | Q |
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I will apply a philosophic rule | E |
Which like most rules admits of some exception | Q |
But I was no philosopher at school | E |
I'll tell you that much so there's no deception | Q |
In fact a perfect dunce you've no conception | Q |
But that you'll say is foreign to my tail | E |
I thank you for your generous correction | Q |
I copied all my masters to a nail | E |
Yet no one ever asked me if I was for sale | E |
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LXXIII | Q |
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Who was it said Variety was Beauty | Q |
Or Beauty was Variety no matter | T |
To recollect his name is not my duty | Q |
It may have been Theocritus's hatter | T |
For aught I know my brains are in a batter | T |
I'm older than I used to be by far | T |
Yet joking all aside myself I flatter | T |
My faculties are lively as they are | T |
And yet let's see who was that Philosophic Star | T |
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LXXIV | A |
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I can't think never mind But I maintain | Q |
That Beauty is Variety and I | E |
Emphatically say the same again | Q |
Just now it doesn't matter how or why | E |
If anybody wishes to deny | E |
That this is true then let him come and prove it | K2 |
If anyone has doubt of it I'll try | E |
I'll do my very utmost to remove it | K2 |
If 'twere a lie most certainly I should reprove it | K2 |
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LXXV | A |
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It is when Autumn sweeps the frosty plain | Q |
And tips the woods with flaming hues that I | E |
Delight to pause and gaze and gaze again | Q |
Where varied tints the landscape beautify | E |
It is the smirking maiden's nut brown eye | E |
Fair skin all traversed by the tender blue | E |
Her cherry cheeks and lips that make me sigh | E |
Besides her snowy teeth now don't they you | E |
That's right I knew that you'd agree of course they do | E |
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LXXVI | E |
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Ah what is that which makes the sunset dear | T |
It is each varying tinge that stains the air | T |
While ever changing colours still appear | T |
And fairy flecks float forward calm and fair | T |
But still our weary ladies lingered there | T |
For Flo their fav'rite trio did propose | Q |
And Dora as was usual sang the air | T |
The eve was still the day began to close | Q |
As on the gentle breeze the following words arose | Q |
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THE CHORUS OF THE NEREIDES | Q |
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We are ever ever merry as we frolic in the ocean | Q |
As we dive beneath the waters to its gem bestudded floor | T |
And we dance within its grottoes with an ever whirling motion | Q |
And we roll the little wavelets one by one upon the shore | T |
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From beneath the leaves in caverns adamantine we are peeping | E |
Now along the blazing pearl and ruby corridors we glide | K2 |
And amongst the tall fantastic arches slily are we creeping | E |
There within their dark mysterious recesses do we hide | K2 |
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We recline within the bowers of the ever rolling billow | Q |
We repose upon its bosom with a calm and cool delight | K2 |
While ecstacies enrapture on its tranquillizing pillow | Q |
And we raise a myriad voices to the canopy of Night | K2 |
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LXXVII | E |
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Then up they started 'twas already dim | S2 |
Still 'twas but half an hour's walk at the most | K2 |
Altho' they were not quite in walking trim | S2 |
Fatigued by all their rambles on the coast | K2 |
In clambering o'er the rocks no time they lost | K2 |
Altho' their small bottines got somewhat wet | K2 |
And their incautiousness some duckings cost | K2 |
But over soaking hose they didn't fret | K2 |
For jumping slippery rocks what could they hope to get | K2 |
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LXXVIII | E |
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But sad to say as Dora took a leap | B2 |
Across a little channel full of water | T |
A channel which was more than ankle deep | B2 |
She slipped and fell ere either could have caught her | T |
Her sisters shrieked and bending they besought her | T |
To say if any hurt she had sustained | K2 |
And Flora much alarmed at once bethought her | T |
What if she has for Dora there remained | K2 |
And most distressingly she moaned but nought explained | K2 |
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LXXIX | Q |
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But as she spoke not what could they surmise | Q |
While with red blood bedabbled was her cheek | E |
She fell back helpless when she tried to rise | Q |
And seemed unable tho' she strove to speak | E |
Upon her forehead gaped a crimson streak | E |
And stretched upon th' unyielding rock she lay | E |
To soothe her pain both sisterlike did seek | E |
They washed the bloody finger prints away | E |
Alas that such as this should end so bright a day | E |
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LXXX | Q |
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What could they do where could they fly for aid | K2 |
With night fast closing over all around | K2 |
Where could they go bewildered and afraid | K2 |
With not the comfort of a single sound | K2 |
They looked aghast with lips all horror bound | K2 |
With none to help and not a cottage near | T |
Where they could take her prostrate on the ground | K2 |
Where they might bind her brow who was so dear | T |
And stirred they had not with embarrassment and fear | T |
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LXXXI | Q |
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Now clearly as was apprehensible | E |
From the sad nature of the wound received | K2 |
To all around she lay insensible | E |
And Rose and Flora were most sorely grieved | K2 |
Their inward terror could not be conceived | K2 |
They tried to raise her but they tried in vain | Q |
And many sighs of disappointment heaved | K2 |
As down she sank upon the rock again | Q |
Each asked what should be done they must not there remain | Q |
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LXXXII | Q |
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That was a question which they could not solve | E |
She was too heavy for their strength to bear | T |
But Rose to fly for succour did resolve | E |
Rushed up the cliff and left her sisters there | T |
Within her heart there lurked a trembling prayer | T |
For her dear Dora's safety as she sped | K2 |
Along the soundless road she knew not where | T |
While darkness quickly gathered overhead | K2 |
On on she ran half overcome and pale with dread | K2 |
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LXXXIII | Q |
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The first she met to him she did appeal | E |
He was a neighbouring cottager who bore | T |
A right good heart which others' woes could feel | E |
To whom too she was not unknown before | T |
At the sad news he hastened to his door | T |
Brought forth a lighted lantern and a phial | E |
And both strode quickly forward to the shore | T |
He tried to soothe poor Rose's grief the while | E |
Whose agitation told how terrible the trial | E |
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LXXXIV | E |
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They reached the cliff and cautious did descend | K2 |
They indistinctly saw a group of three | Q |
In Rose's breast alarm and joy did blend | K2 |
While wondering who the welcome third might be | Q |
Impatiently she hurried on to see | Q |
'Twas Rowland kneeling at her sister's side | K2 |
To whom he ministered relief for he | Q |
The waving kerchief from the cliff had spied | K2 |
Had heard the call for help and to the beach had hied | K2 |
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LXXXV | E |
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His brother Gilbert by some happy chance | Q |
Had accompanied his brother on his way | E |
Both saw what was the matter at a glance | Q |
As Dora on the ground unconscious lay | E |
Flora with tears besought them both to stay | E |
But they'd arranged that Gilbert home should fly | E |
They lived three quarters of a mile away | E |
And bring restoratives immediately | Q |
And chaise of course which was a great necessity | Q |
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LXXXVI | E |
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Now Dora upright sat and looked around | K2 |
Much better than she was a time ago | Q |
With a damp handkerchief her head was bound | K2 |
And now and then she took a draught or so | Q |
The cottager supplied as you all know | Q |
Till on the road above the chaise arrived | K2 |
Gilbert his brother called from down below | Q |
Gave him the flask and asked if she'd revived | K2 |
And how her safe removal was to be contrived | K2 |
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LXXXVII | E |
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There Gilbert waited while his brother went | K2 |
To offer his support to Dora who | E |
Seemed nothing else but sweet bewilderment | K2 |
And at this juncture so did Rowland too | E |
Since Gilbert brought one they had lanterns two | E |
Which much assisted them their way to see | Q |
As well as what they were about to do | E |
In this unfortunate emergency | Q |
For 'twas a matter of the utmost urgency | Q |
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LXXXVIII | E |
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Now Rowland on the left supported Dora | T |
The cottager was stationed on the right | K2 |
One of the lights did they entrust to Flora | T |
And one to Rose who was exhausted quite | K2 |
Then on they passed beneath the sultry night | K2 |
Safe o'er the rocks upon the hardened sand | K2 |
Tho' Dora was in most unhappy plight | K2 |
With all the haste they could just then command | K2 |
Befitted to the circumstance you understand | K2 |
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LXXXIX | Q |
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The steps were steep and narrow and a rail | E |
For wanderers' protection was placed there | T |
Yet it was at the best so very frail | E |
That it was necessary to beware | T |
With narrow limits they did not despair | T |
But managed somehow to go three abreast | K2 |
And at the summit safely lodge their care | T |
To render her relief all did their best | K2 |
They knew their parents would be very much distressed | K2 |
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XC | Q |
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It chanced auspiciously that ladies' dress | Q |
Was then not as we know it to have been | Q |
That concentration of all ugliness | Q |
That awful bustle and the crinoline | Q |
It would have been unfortunate I mean | Q |
For their ascent and with me you'll agree | Q |
It would have proved a hopeless case I ween | Q |
And ended in a dire catastrophe | Q |
Which simply would have been embarrassing you see | Q |
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XCI | Q |
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The cottager sought nothing for his pains | Q |
And proffered trifles thankfully declined | K2 |
Ah happy they who think not of their gains | Q |
Who for the kindness only would be kind | K2 |
But there are very few of such a mind | K2 |
That is as far as my experience goes | Q |
For love of self more often lurks behind | K2 |
A worthy action and one seldom knows | Q |
The true and real source from which a kindness flows | Q |
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XCII | Q |
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Now with his charges three was Rowland seated | K2 |
Then all and everyone exchanged good night | K2 |
And when that ceremony was completed | K2 |
The cottager bent homeward with his light | K2 |
And so did Gilbert 'Twas a blessing quite | K2 |
That matters were all settled as they were | T |
In their most awkward and distressing plight | K2 |
As Dora thought especially for her | T |
It was indeed unfortunate it should occur | T |
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XCIII | Q |
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When they arrived at Elleston Farm they found | K2 |
Such dire dismay as ne'er before was seen | Q |
Papa dispatching to the places round | K2 |
Some messengers to know where they had been | Q |
It really was a most excited scene | Q |
With Julia Ma and Hannah at the gate | K2 |
To see if information they could glean | Q |
In much alarm since it was now so late | K2 |
For Dora told them that they should return by eight | K2 |
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XCIV | Q |
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Ma gave a dismal shriek and swooned away | E |
And Julia bless her tried to do so too | E |
Most naturally so for truth to say | E |
It was a dreary spectacle to view | E |
Soon to the house they hurriedly withdrew | E |
All those who kept their footing and were able | E |
With Ma and Julia there was much ado | E |
Since they between them made a little Babel | E |
While Hannah screamed and staggered back upon the table | E |
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XCV | E |
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To Dora Rowland was of course attentive | E |
Yes very so he also did his best | K2 |
For th' others using every preventive | E |
Against a second swoon one could suggest | K2 |
His efforts I am glad to say were blest | K2 |
Tho' Dora was quite helpless from the fall | E |
But Hannah went on just like one possessed | K2 |
While Julia did the lackadaisical | E |
And wagged her head most drearily against the wall | E |
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XCVI | E |
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Ere long there was an end to the confusion | Q |
And everyone came back to common sense | Q |
Then all the household joined in the conclusion | Q |
It was a fearful blow at all events | Q |
Poor Dora's sufferings were most intense | Q |
And prudently she was despatched to bed | K2 |
Permitted to remain on no pretence | Q |
And there the household bandaged up her head | K2 |
For all lent their assistance as I should have said | K2 |
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XCVII | E |
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Respecting how they spent their length of time | S2 |
There was a lot to say as you'd suppose | Q |
Which I will not repeat to you in rhyme | S2 |
Concerning their enjoyments and their woes | Q |
And all such trivialities as those | Q |
Or thanks to him to whom such thanks were due | E |
And query after query then arose | Q |
And pleasant incidents by no means few | E |
As under the like circumstances always do | E |
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XCVIII | E |
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Supper despatched our Rowland started back | Q |
Loaded with thanks and all that words could speak | Q |
The stars were overcast the night was black | Q |
The wind arose as from some sudden freak | Q |
At intervals was seen a livid streak | Q |
And distant rumblings fell upon the ear | T |
'Twas true a storm had threatened all the week | Q |
And lurked about the sultry atmosphere | T |
Then was the time they were to have it it was clear | T |
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XCIX | Q |
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Yet these were tokens Rowland did not heed | K2 |
Such trifles then he little cared about | K2 |
As he upon his journey did proceed | K2 |
He was disturbed within more than without | K2 |
And dead to all around I've not a doubt | K2 |
Absorbed in thoughts that words can ne'er define | Q |
Yet you can guess my reader what about | K2 |
Most likely such as those have once been thine | Q |
I really fail to count how often they've been mine | Q |
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C | Q |
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Within him was a feeling as of pain | Q |
That melancholy music in whose tone | Q |
Though full of sadness something sweet doth reign | Q |
And Rowland for the first time felt alone | Q |
How often hath this feeling been our own | Q |
When all is what compared to something dear | T |
When former pleasures all yea all have flown | Q |
And life is centred in another sphere | T |
And all the world is nothing if one be not near | T |
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CI | Q |
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There was a something in the heaven above | E |
That corresponded with his state of mind | K2 |
We all know what it is to be in love | E |
When all Earth's sweetest pleasures seem combined | K2 |
When Life and Love both both are intertwined | K2 |
And the young blood is as the desert's thirst | K2 |
A scorching wilderness a torrid wind | K2 |
A torrent with its flood gates open burst | K2 |
When Youth's most cherished hopes within the breast are nursed | K2 |
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CII | Q |
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O tell me not that Youth all youth is folly | Q |
Give me the kiss that youth doth first impress | Q |
O let me feel love's ling'ring melancholy | Q |
And smile on lips all youthful loveliness | Q |
Give me the bosom I can fondly press | Q |
While Youth's hot blood is burning in the veins | Q |
O what but this is earthly happiness | Q |
This world no sweeter thing than this contains | Q |
When days of youth are o'er life's foremost pleasure wanes | Q |
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CIII | Q |
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Yes Youth was made for such it is enough | E |
To know in some fond heart our words abide | K2 |
Oh life's not life but death without a love | E |
All ceaseless darkness where she is denied | K2 |
We know not our existence till we hide | K2 |
Our soul within another's there to be | Q |
Its very being like a river wide | K2 |
Love rolls its endless volumes to the sea | Q |
Losing itself within its own immensity | K2 |
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CIV | E |
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There is a sort of torture which attends | Q |
That most delightful of the heart's delights | Q |
A sort of cruelty which somehow blends | Q |
With passion in its most distracted flights | Q |
And absence from a bosom that requites | Q |
An all absorbing love is as a flame | S2 |
Fed ten fold yet insatiate it excites | Q |
Those maddened cravings which the breast inflame | S2 |
Those fiery longing gasps within the fevered frame | S2 |
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CV | E |
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However I'm too fond of pondering | Q |
When it's so necessary to proceed | K2 |
And on to worthless topics wandering | Q |
To which my friends will pay but little heed | K2 |
All those I mean who take my book and read | K2 |
Those matters that they studied long ago | Q |
Who of such information have no need | K2 |
And want to hear of something they don't know | Q |
I know what's due to them and they shall have it so | Q |
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CVI | E |
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'Twas Dora as by now you will have guessed | K2 |
Who was the burden of poor Rowland's thought | K2 |
He was not merely by her face impressed | K2 |
But loved her to distraction as he ought | K2 |
It is you know the popular report | K2 |
That the best love is love at the first sight | K2 |
If such is true or not it matters nought | K2 |
I'd rather not discuss the point to night | K2 |
It won't affect our story whether wrong or right | K2 |
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CVII | E |
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I think and I've good reason to suppose | Q |
This was a first sight love but who can say | Q |
For certain if it was so Goodness knows | Q |
If he conceived it in amongst the hay | Q |
If I hear rightly ever since that day | Q |
He had been somewhat quieter than before | T |
And had been known to take himself away | Q |
To wander long alone upon the shore | T |
Such oddities betoken love you may be sure | T |
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CVIII | E |
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Ah who may tell what crowding thoughts arose | Q |
Where boiled the tumult of Love's surging sea | Q |
That strength this world itself could not enclose | Q |
Nor Space with infinite immensity | Q |
But there no matter why love is to be | Q |
While men and women both are what they are | T |
While eyes can wander unrestrainedly | Q |
And light on dimpled cheeks unknown to Ma | S2 |
Or eyes that glisten like a polished scimitar | T |
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CIX | Q |
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Some pierce as deeply I can tell you too | Q |
And do the dickens in the way of slaughter | T |
And slash the heart to mincemeat through and through | Q |
And make ten thousand lives some few years shorter | T |
Those eyes that make beholding lips quite water | T |
Full many a Don Giovani die o' grief | E |
Which yield the love sick populace no quarter | T |
And isn't it cruel give them no relief | E |
And work no end of miracles in my belief | E |
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CX | Q |
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Which rudely tilt Love's overflowing cup | U2 |
And work a trifle in their little way | Q |
Just tip the solar system downside up | U2 |
What is there that they can't do who shall say | Q |
While for one glance a thousand pine away | Q |
Which certainly is most disastrous when | Q |
Our span is not too long as you will say | Q |
And what of their short three score years and ten | Q |
But this may not apply to woman jilted men | Q |
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CXI | Q |
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A friend of mine observed some time ago | Q |
That women were men's guardian angels stay | Q |
I scarcely think it can be always so | Q |
Tho' very often certainly it may | Q |
At any rate you know I mean to say | Q |
They very seldom put men at their ease | Q |
Once wedded in a week can turn 'em grey | Q |
So deuced disagreeable if they please | Q |
And I myself have known some two or three of these | Q |
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CXII | Q |
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I do not mean that I've experienced this | Q |
The subject 'tis a pity I began | Q |
I never knew that fancied state of bliss | Q |
I'm not my friends in short a married man | Q |
So cannot judge as well as others can | Q |
Who are more fortunate and have a wife | E |
I would much rather live contented than | Q |
Engaged in all the wars of married life | E |
And what's more troublesome than matrimonial strife | E |
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CXIII | Q |
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In fact I often wish I were a bird | Q |
I'd fly and fly and fly to Heaven knows where | T |
And if such happy chance to me occurred | Q |
I'd visit all the windows of the fair | T |
To see if they had kisses I could bear | T |
And be the General Post Office above | E |
And do all sorts of things I do declare | T |
'Twere better too I think to be a dove | E |
That gentle bird so suited to affairs of love | E |
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CXIV | E |
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Oh bother interruptions when a chap | V2 |
Has something most particular to say | Q |
My mother calls there must be some mishap | V2 |
So I must leave it for another day | Q |
I should be whacked severely did I stay | Q |
And that would be a pity you must own | Q |
And so 'twere better for me to obey | Q |
With much regret at leaving you alone | Q |
But 'tis a great necessity as I have shewn | Q |
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CXV | E |
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I'm hungry too and I must feed sometimes | Q |
As other folks accustomed are to do | Q |
I'm not of those who fatten on their rhymes | Q |
My reader kind between myself and you | Q |
So this abruptly ended interview | Q |
With circumstances such you will forgive | E |
The thread of my narration I'll renew | Q |
To morrow or the next day if I live | E |
That is of course if your attention you will give | E |
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CXVI | E |
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Ta ta for now and may you ever be | Q |
The good forbearing friend I knew you once | Q |
And may you yet proceed indulgently | Q |
Permit my story and forgive the dunce | Q |
In spite of these most troublesome affronts | Q |
Let's see how long since last I flew my kite | Q |
Yes certainly it must be some few months | Q |
And here I am again at it to night | Q |
It's enough to tax the patience of a Bedlamite | Q |
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CXVII | E |
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You know the author for you see him here | T |
He weeps or smiles as here he doth rehearse | Q |
Oh critic stay and drop but Pity's tear | T |
If not for him the author for his verse | Q |
Full many have done better but few worse | Q |
And surely he's the very first to know it | Q |
Of course there's much to talk of when converse | Q |
Like friend and friend the critic and his poet | Q |
But now I cannot stay I'm in a hurry blow it | Q |
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