Vignettes 24: On The Death Of Herbert Southey: Addressed To His Father Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEBBFFGH IIJJKKLLMMNOBBPPQQII RRBB SSTUVBUUUUWWMMUUXYON| Knowing the nature of thy grief | A |
| Too deep too recent for relief | A |
| Oh why impatient must I press | B |
| So early on a friend's distress | B |
| Why am I eager thus to prove | C |
| To him who feels excess of love | D |
| The tender liking we bestow | E |
| On fair and guileless things below | E |
| On Love and Joy without pretence | B |
| On kind and playful Innocence | B |
| The pleas'd idea Memory kept | F |
| The partial glance which never slept | F |
| When hopes arose oft render'd vain | G |
| Of seeing Keswick yet again | H |
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| Never but once a child had won | I |
| So much upon me as thy son | I |
| And for each wild and winning art | J |
| That nestling fastens in the heart | J |
| For graces that light tendrils fling | K |
| Around each nerve's tenacious string | K |
| Caprices beautiful that strike | L |
| The heart and captive fancy like | L |
| Those of a tame young bird at play | M |
| That carols near then flits away | M |
| Will on a sudden upward soar | N |
| Then give its little wanderings o'er | O |
| For fondling gentle sweet repose | B |
| When tapering pinions softly close | B |
| Slight warmth pervaded quills are prest | P |
| And head shrunk closely to the breast | P |
| All sleeping but that lovely eye | Q |
| Which speaks delight and asks reply | Q |
| Oh with such graces never one | I |
| Was so much gifted as thy son | I |
| In each variety of tone | R |
| Each wayward charm he stood alone | R |
| And all too nicely pois'd to press | B |
| Or ruffle tranquil happiness | B |
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| If thus a stranger thinks who knew | S |
| Him but an infant if he grew | S |
| With all the promise that appear'd | T |
| So brightly then still more endear'd | U |
| If as the Honey with the Bee | V |
| Affection dwells with poesy | B |
| If that Affection is comprest | U |
| And hoarded in a Father's breast | U |
| Whose very soul doth blessings shed | U |
| Upon a grateful darling's head | U |
| While every look is treasur'd there | W |
| Till Thought itself becomes a prayer | W |
| And Hopes hang on him full and gay | M |
| As blossoms on a bough in May | M |
| Shall any venture to intrude | U |
| On thee Oh not with footstep rude | U |
| But with a timorous zeal I come | X |
| Just hang this wreath upon his tomb | Y |
| Record fond wishes sadly o'er | O |
| To see my little favourite more | N |
Matilda Betham
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