Midsummer Idylls. Canto Iii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I take my goosequill for some recreationB
I'll have a pleasurable time to nightC
A little change without the perturbationB
Of nitro glycerine and dynamiteC
Just now I'm somewhat weary of the sightC
Of dark disclosures in the morning newsD
Which tell of crimes now daily brought to lightC
Of troublesome investigated cluesD
And horrifying details of the murderer's nooseE
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These are the days when each successive paperF
Unfolds a tale which can but make it sellG
More usually the latest Irish caperF
And vendors should indeed be doing wellG
When columns upon columns as they tellG
Of blood red things of horror and of shameH
Resemble much a penny horribleI
And which in fact they are except in nameH
Altho' of course proprietors are not to blameH
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Who would not wear the ermine robe of PowerF
Who would not have the majesty of kingsJ
When tremble thrones and courts and nations cowerF
And strange alarms await all royal thingsJ
When arm d horsemen guard their wanderingsJ
And palaces are silenced with affrightC
When morn discovers with her gleaming wingsJ
The dark and direful mysteries of the nightC
And men alternate weep and shudder at the sightC
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Of such things as I've said I'm getting wearyL
Such themes I leave to those who such like chooseD
Some people's prospects must be somewhat drearyL
I shouldn't care to step within their shoesD
However time I can't afford to loseD
I merely say I'm wanting something newM
At least my little self I must amuseD
If I my reader can't enliven youM
So take my pen and ink determined what to doM
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I will proceed with that which I have writC
And tell what came of Dora and her loverF
And let me ask you now I think of itC
To pardon faults if such you should discoverF
I mean not that I'm anxious you should coverF
The follies incidental to my caseN
We must essay to understand each otherF
And look each other boldly in the faceN
If in each other's sympathy we seek a placeN
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Their days had hurried past as doth a dreamO
This is the favourite simile with usP
And taking all together it would seemO
The dream had not implied an incubusP
For my part I am somewhat dubiousP
If days like those before they all had knownQ
Tho' Dora's state had been precariousP
For some three weeks or more I that must ownQ
But she'd recovered now Oh how those days had flownQ
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Yes as I say their time ere then was upR
The harvest in yet still they seemed to tarryL
They'd quaffed the measure of their sparkling cupR
They'd done their tithe of mischief like Old HarryL
And so the days went on with dilly dallyL
The Pater seemed unable to decideC
At which their expectations seemed to rallyL
They hoped he'd stay another month besideC
While in this doubtful state the days did onward glideC
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And as for Rowland there he might be seenS
Beside his cherished Dora day by dayC
For regularly as a new machineS
Across to Elleston Farm he bent his wayC
There as the daylight softly stole awayC
Would they together sing some little airT
She in the gloaming hour would sit and playC
Some little movement that he liked to hearU
Which circumstances made it doubly trebly dearV
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And there they sat while he leaf after leafK
O'erturned her music as her bosom roseP
With words of fondness ah so low and briefK
That tender softness only woman knowsP
While even o'er them wound that still reposeP
That hush of spirit and that soul of prayerT
That something which is only known to thoseP
Who love and are beloved who inly shareT
That sacred bliss with which no other can compareT
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They sang of love while in each other's eyeK
Beamed that rich fulness of the throbbing breastC
While on their lips there hung the deep drawn sighK
Which told the form it deemed the loveliestC
Ah in those evening moments both were blestC
They read each other's bosom oh how wellG
And each to each their paradise confessedC
That paradise that lovers love to tellG
Which round and round each bosom twined its fairy spellG
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Now sunset fell upon her gilded hairT
And tinged her brow with an angelic lightC
As tho' a heaven born being lingered thereT
And Beauty shamed were weeping at the sightC
Then out they strolled to meet the starlit nightC
He breathed Love's message on to rosy lipsP
While each partook that holy calm delightC
Those sweetnesses alone a lover sipsP
And which all other earthly sweetnesses eclipseP
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Oh Love Oh Woman What are ye that shineW
Man's ruling planet o'er this tossing seaP
Who are the sculptors of his lot condignW
Who form the page of each man's destinyW
Oh Love the greatest of the great of theeW
Have said thou sacrificest all to blessP
That in thee is a gloom and are not weW
Designed for thee and born but to caressP
And those they know thee not who can thy joys expressP
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Disguise can't long hide love 'tis even soP
We'll shake hands over that at any rateC
Let me refer to our friend RochefoucauldC
He knows a lot concerning Love and HateC
But still we wont these paths perambulateC
What others say I merely here repeatC
So as my story I can illustrateC
And hand you my authority completeC
To give my own experience would be indiscreetC
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Considering I'm but a youngster stillX
That is to say I'm only just of ageY
And I as you will say should leave it tillX
I'm past my salad days and can look sageY
Till o'er Life's road I've passed another stageY
And learned to smoke the pipe of common senseP
Which you will gather from the present pageY
I havn't learnt to yet at all eventsP
Of which the present folly is a consequenceP
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But I was saying something about DoraZ
But cannot recollect precisely whatC
Ah yes I now remember her adorerZ
And all about his most delightful lotC
That he had popped the question on the spotC
As I'd have done myself had I been heW
Yes no mistake about it like a shotC
While chatting in the arbor vis a visP
Enjoying love like sweet nonsensicalityC
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'Twas often that they did together singA2
And somehow music's fuel to the fireZ
The thirsty flame of Love and to it clingA2
Those sadnesses which speak the heart's desireZ
There's in it that which doth the soul inspireZ
You'll recollect the words of MirabeauB2
The very last he spoke Let me expireZ
To the delicious sounds of music soP
He gave a last long sigh and left this world of woeP
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The greatest deeds this world has ever knownW
Were wrought beneath Euterpe's mystic spellG
When War's deep thunders boom and nations groanW
And rolling thunders tales of terror tellG
Then then the heart rebounds within its cellG
As th' charger halts to sniff the gory frayZ
And with the fiery mettle nought can quellG
Bounds o'er the dead and dying on his wayZ
To plunge amid the foe and meet the dreadful dayZ
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Give me the sound of martial music whileC2
Ten times ten thousand close in clash of warZ
And dashing o'er the red and mangled pileC2
Each man determines Now or nevermoreZ
While unsheathed sabres flash and cannons roarZ
And Fury blindfold hisses in its hateC
While Valour's shouts resound from shore to shoreZ
And nations strive their sons to vindicateC
And sovereigns bow the knee to t' inexorable FateC
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Give me the note which did the true born prideC
That pride of will in all its strength awakeD2
Inflamed the hearts that for it sank and diedC
Those British hearts that burned for Glory's sakeD2
That song which bids insurgent nations shakeD2
Unto their deep foundations and the worldC
From orient to occident to quakeD2
While battle's blood red banner is unfurledC
And haughty thrones are to their own destruction hurledC
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Give me the notes that hush the raging seasP
That urge the horseman and his charger onW
Make foes disarm and fall upon their kneesP
And garlands fade where Victory once had shoneW
And vigorous Youth to glitter as the sunW
And frenzied Prowess with her tossing plumeE2
From off the gore drenched field that she has wonW
To bear the trophies of a nation's doomE2
While millions weep above an ignominious tombE2
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There lies the stalwart form in Death's last sleepF2
There rest the foamy lip the bloodshot eyeK
The noble brow o'er which some heart doth weepF2
Whose only elegy the buried sighK
There kneels the friend and comrade who would dieK
Beside the form he loved alas so wellG
Now in his last expiring agonyW
When every breath is as a funeral knellG
And the soul bleeds with thoughts that Friendship cannot tellG
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The last long clasp the hushed and trembling kissP
The mother weeping at her beauty's sideC
And Death's last look and stiffening clutch is thisP
Is this the outcome of a nation's prideC
There lie the clammy corpses far and wideC
And locks bedabbled and the princely cheekG2
Son father brother husband side by sideC
Oh such a tale of horror who can speakG2
Together heaped the dead and dying strong and weakG2
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But to our text my friends as parsons sayP
This is soliloquy I quite neglectC
My tale from which I've wandered far awayP
But what from such as I can you expectC
I wished your kind attention to directC
Some stanzas back I think 'twas eight or nineW
To Music's wondrous power you'll recollectC
But somehow left my subject line by lineW
To which no doubt you'll say I should myself confineW
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I am no minstrel and I'd have you know itC
Altho' that is the title of these pagesP
Nor do I yet pretend to be a poetC
Those things that should be kept in wire cagesP
That move to Colney Hatch by easy stagesP
And keep good company upon the roadC
Consisting of some dozen or two sagesP
Who like our tins of dynamite explodeC
And really are most dangerous things to be abroadC
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Now Pater surely something had in viewK
Beyond his time he stayed so many daysP
Of this his daughters evidently knewK
And all their expectations were ablazeP
But their excitement soon became a crazeP
Since he had made a grand resolve in shortC
He had and be it spoken to his praiseP
The villa furnished with its meadows boughtC
With much rejoicing this intelligence was fraughtC
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Arrangements had been made The early trainW
He took to town to settle matters thereZ
Intending shortly to return againW
If all his town arrangements turned out fairZ
He'd travelled up on three occasions ereZ
His wife's idea had met with his consentC
No doubt about some business affairZ
O'er which in town a day or two he'd spentC
Now for the self same reason there he pitched his tentC
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He did not tarry long but home did flyK
His daughters went to meet him at the stationW
And at the news they were in spirits highK
As was apparent by their conversationW
He was of course the very consummationW
Of all that was delicious and divineW
A home at Elleston pleased their contemplationW
And as the sun each countenance did shineW
The very cocks and hens beamed with a look benignW
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The London residence was given o'erZ
The furniture that was not sold was sentC
As it had been arranged it should beforeZ
To Elleston and much labour too they spentC
In fixing all things to their hearts' contentC
And cook of course was busy down there tooK
While Pater often up to London wentC
He had as you may guess a lot to doK
And had his City business also to pursueK
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So all was settled that he should divideC
The time the City and his home betweenW
For farm indeed he could and well for wideC
His earlier experience had beenW
The farm tho' small was large enough I weenW
In fact it was a nice convenient sizeK
A prettier little spot was never seenW
Than Elleston Farm I'm sure by human eyesK
And all seemed very happy in the enterpriseK
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Some weeks elapsed e'er everything was straightC
The shorter days were slowly coming roundC
And all things told the year was getting lateC
And evening mists fell heavy to the groundC
The distant woods were getting seared and brownedC
And Autumn seemed abandoning her reignW
While leaf by leaf fell with a rustling soundC
That elegy of all the spreading plainW
And Winter with his glistering crown was near againW
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The groves were still save when the startled breezeK
Like a sad smile which comes then fades awayP
Swept faintly o'er the amber of the treesK
And Nature's wheels moved slow and Life was grayP
Sadly and surely like the darkening dayP
Came dreary tokens of th' impending gloomE2
Fainter and fainter waned the solar rayP
And all was heavy as the slumbering tombE2
Far thro' the hazy air did th' distant woodlands loomE2
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The lonesome lingering rose was drenched with dewK
With hanging head aggrieving for its mateC
It wept above the ground on which it grewK
With smiles all past and life disconsolateC
There was the flower that clambered o'er the gateC
Shrunk like the furrows of an old man's tearZ
Each leaf had fallen at the touch of fateC
And sunk to die upon its autumn bierZ
And every breeze was sighing for the death dealt yearZ
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Be still O heart for Death steps noiseless nighK
Hist to the dirges o'er the sleeping seaK
Dim funeral trains pass melancholy byK
And monotone their mournful minstrelsyK
It is the grave that opes by Heav'n's decreeK
And steeps each thing in its sepulchral breathH2
The self same grave that soon must yawn for theeK
The grave wherein all darkness slumberethK
While all around is fastened in the fangs of DeathK
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The garments of the arbour fell to earthK
The arbour was deserted and the lawnW
Knew no repast of eve no song of mirthK
No noonday lounge for summer days were goneW
The villa of its mantle all was shornW
No blinking puppy stretched upon the grassK
Enjoying sleepily the sunny mornW
No sportive kitten frolicked there alasK
No gaudy tinted butterfly that way did passK
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When strolling through the dew bespangled laneW
We pause and thoughtful gaze upon the sceneW
Within there speaks a something as of painW
Some sort of still lament for what hath beenW
A few short days ago and festoons greenW
Clustered upon the bank in deepened shadeC
With graceful negligence while close betweenW
The thorny twigs the autumn flowers playedC
And the broad leaves swung lazily beside the gladeC
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Now all was silence like a palace hushedC
Or hush of a deserted banquet hallI2
Where wine so lately like a fountain gushedC
And Grandeur stalked with mein imperialI
Where death like stillness doth the breast appalI
Where revelry is changed to slumber soundC
And echoes only answer to the callI
Save when along the corridors resoundC
Departing footfalls while in mystery all is boundC
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Like some strange chamber dimly lighted vastC
Where but an hour ago did Splendour treadC
Where royal feet swept on and Beauty passedC
Where now the chaplet lies forsaken deadC
Where Pleasure's palsied and the music fledC
Where peers the painted figure from the frameH
With dusky mantle and with hanging headC
As tho' it felt the pang of inward shameH
For an imperial ancient line and tarnished nameH
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Yes autumn sped away and with it passedC
Its ruddy rich delights and winds blew highK
And shriveled Winter limping came at lastC
And leaden clouds flew o'er the dreary skyK
Yet still our cheerful heroines did defyK
As all of them accustomed were to doC
The weather's threatening inclemencyK
And long their old enjoyments did pursueK
They walked as they had done the happy summer throughK
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Now Rowland and his brothers' home lay nearZ
Across the fields it was a farmhouse tooK
No parents had they and from year to yearZ
They'd given their bailiff orders what to doK
There side by side in harmony they grewK
Their days were pleasant and their income kindC
And each his occupation did pursueK
With happy smiles and a contented mindC
And hitherto to home their joys had been confinedC
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But now abroad did Rowland daily roamJ2
And of him little did his brothers seeK
He knew no pleasure in the gates of homeJ2
But pensive strolled beside the surging seaK
Delighting in its vast sublimityC
And in the thunders of its mighty rollI
While all his love flowed forth in poesyK
That love that fed the fountain of the soulI
In her his youthful hopes were folded like a scrollI
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The scene is changed and years have onward spedC
Dora and Rowland had been long since oneW
She'd wept above her parents lying deadC
She whose sole murmur was Thy will be doneW
Yet life was happy as it had begunW
For tears but sweetened what was all so fairZ
Their days were golden as the sinking sunW
The calm pervading all the soundless airZ
And heavenly smiles descended on that happy pairZ
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Flora and Rose 'twas strange that such should beK
Were single still nor on the way to marriageK2
Deeming a wife's responsibilityK
Perhaps a trifle more than they could manageL2
By no means am I tending to disparageK2
By my last line those who would wear the ringA2
Repeat each phrase and step within their carriageK2
By all means let them do the happy thingA2
Yet such a matter's worthy of consideringA2
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At least whate'er the truth may be they tellI
And little folks will always have their sayK
That Rose was once engaged to LionelI
Who swore to love for ever and a dayK
But matters and they often chance that wayK
Abruptly turned and took a fitful startC
'Twas whispered too but be that as it mayK
That Rose with pestle and mortar broke his heartC
So now it's up for auction in an auction martC
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And also to the best of my beliefK
To Flora Gilbert fell upon his kneesK
But somehow matters seemed extremely briefK
He rose I fancy somewhat ill at easeK
Then cursed his stars and hers for their decreesK
I wouldn't swear I'm telling you the truthK
And so the clerk and parson lost their feesK
Decidedly their stars were most uncouthK
For Flora was as gunpowder to Gilbert's youthK
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So Lionel and Gilbert went abroadC
As youngsters do with circumstances thusK
They left behind them all that they adoredC
And said Good morning with no further fussK
Their resignation was miraculousK
Indeed what could they be but be resignedC
Beyond a tear upon their exodusK
A muttered oath or two when so inclinedC
Which served in some degree to soothe their state of mindC
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Rowland and Dora as before I saidC
Located were three furlongs from the sandC
Three furlongs 'twas exactly from the headC
Where sweeping views stretched wide on every handC
Far far the eye could reach o'er sea and landC
And in the glories of a summer's dayK
Their children by the ocean breezes fannedC
Would gambol long beneath the noontide rayK
And with bright laughter wile the long long hours awayK
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O God could I so feel that young delightC
That young delight that knows no thought of painW
Where all is now the ceaseless gloom of nightC
O give me but my childhood back againW
O let me wander o'er that flowery plainW
And once more pluck the sweets of other daysK
Few few of childhood's joys for me remainW
And life is bent o'er sterner stonier waysK
Whose solitary solace is a backward gazeK
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Still by the sands live Rowland and his wifeK
And now the old house rings with boyhood's gleeI
For truly both are getting on in lifeK
Their sturdy youngsters number two or threeI
So they are quite a happy familyI
With Rose and Flora and their blithesome funW
With circumstances thus they ought to beI
Their lot is good enough for anyoneW
And now my indulgent readers all my tale is doneW
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My tale is done 'tis even so I fearZ
That very few have borne with me till nowW
For laurels are exorbitantly dearZ
And so I can't expect a laureled browW
Permit me then to make my humble bowW
My title page must bid me blush for shameH
O reader stay ere you my Muse allowW
And add thy pity to the meagre nameH
Forsooth no solitary laurel can it claimH
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I really can't excuse myself and moreZ
I'm certain that I can't excuse my rhymeM2
But now 'tis simply useless to deploreZ
I may do better though another timeM2
My tedious numbers are I know a crimeM2
An outrage on the world of common senseK
'Tis certain I've not yet contrived to climbM2
The literary pole at all eventsK
Or scale Olympus where the Muses pitch their tentsK
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My reader 'tis with feelings as of sorrowP
I lay aside my paper and my penW
I've half a mind to drown myself to morrowP
And will myself to Hell like other menW
For writing such a thing of rhyme but thenW
As someone wrote There's good in everythingA2
So we must both have faith you see and whenW
We meet again I hope that I may singA2
A song that's much more worthy of the publishingA2

Lennox Amott



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