The New Eden Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLKL MCMC NONO PQPQ RSRS TITI UVUV WXWX XYXY ZA2ZA2 XB2XB2 C2D2C2D2 E2B2E2B2 XF2XF2 G2H2G2H2 HI2HI2 J2LJ2L K2L2K2L2 M2XM2X N2O2N2O2 JRJR P2XP2X UQ2UQ2 XR2XR2 S2RS2R E2B2E2B2Meeting Of The Berkshire Horticultural Society At Stockbridge September | A |
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Scarce could the parting ocean close | B |
Seamed by the Mayflower's cleaving bow | C |
When o'er the rugged desert rose | D |
The waves that tracked the Pilgrim's plough | C |
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Then sprang from many a rock strewn field | E |
The rippling grass the nodding grain | F |
Such growths as English meadows yield | E |
To scanty sun and frequent rain | F |
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But when the fiery days were done | G |
And Autumn brought his purple haze | H |
Then kindling in the slanted sun | G |
The hillsides gleamed with golden maize | H |
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The food was scant the fruits were few | I |
A red streak glistening here and there | J |
Perchance in statelier precincts grew | I |
Some stern old Puritanic pear | J |
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Austere in taste and tough at core | K |
Its unrelenting bulk was shed | L |
To ripen in the Pilgrim's store | K |
When all the summer sweets were fled | L |
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Such was his lot to front the storm | M |
With iron heart and marble brow | C |
Nor ripen till his earthly form | M |
Was cast from life's autumnal bough | C |
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But ever on the bleakest rock | N |
We bid the brightest beacon glow | O |
And still upon the thorniest stock | N |
The sweetest roses love to blow | O |
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So on our rude and wintry soil | P |
We feed the kindling flame of art | Q |
And steal the tropic's blushing spoil | P |
To bloom on Nature's ice clad heart | Q |
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See how the softening Mother's breast | R |
Warms to her children's patient wiles | S |
Her lips by loving Labor pressed | R |
Break in a thousand dimpling smiles | S |
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From when the flushing bud of June | T |
Dawns with its first auroral hue | I |
Till shines the rounded harvest moon | T |
And velvet dahlias drink the dew | I |
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Nor these the only gifts she brings | U |
Look where the laboring orchard groans | V |
And yields its beryl threaded strings | U |
For chestnut burs and hemlock cones | V |
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Dear though the shadowy maple be | W |
And dearer still the whispering pine | X |
Dearest yon russet laden tree | W |
Browned by the heavy rubbing kine | X |
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There childhood flung its rustling stone | X |
There venturous boyhood learned to climb | Y |
How well the early graft was known | X |
Whose fruit was ripe ere harvest time | Y |
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Nor be the Fleming's pride forgot | Z |
With swinging drops and drooping bells | A2 |
Freckled and splashed with streak and spot | Z |
On the warm breasted sloping swells | A2 |
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Nor Persia's painted garden queen | X |
Frail Houri of the trellised wall | B2 |
Her deep cleft bosom scarfed with green | X |
Fairest to see and first to fall | B2 |
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When man provoked his mortal doom | C2 |
And Eden trembled as he fell | D2 |
When blossoms sighed their last perfume | C2 |
And branches waved their long farewell | D2 |
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One sucker crept beneath the gate | E2 |
One seed was wafted o'er the wall | B2 |
One bough sustained his trembling weight | E2 |
These left the garden these were all | B2 |
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And far o'er many a distant zone | X |
These wrecks of Eden still are flung | F2 |
The fruits that Paradise hath known | X |
Are still in earthly gardens hung | F2 |
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Yes by our own unstoried stream | G2 |
The pink white apple blossoms burst | H2 |
That saw the young Euphrates gleam | G2 |
That Gihon's circling waters nursed | H2 |
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For us the ambrosial pear displays | H |
The wealth its arching branches hold | I2 |
Bathed by a hundred summery days | H |
In floods of mingling fire and gold | I2 |
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And here where beauty's cheek of flame | J2 |
With morning's earliest beam is fed | L |
The sunset painted peach may claim | J2 |
To rival its celestial red | L |
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What though in some unmoistened vale | K2 |
The summer leaf grow brown and sere | L2 |
Say shall our star of promise fail | K2 |
That circles half the rolling sphere | L2 |
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From beaches salt with bitter spray | M2 |
O'er prairies green with softest rain | X |
And ridges bright with evening's ray | M2 |
To rocks that shade the stormless main | X |
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If by our slender threaded streams | N2 |
The blade and leaf and blossom die | O2 |
If drained by noontide's parching beams | N2 |
The milky veins of Nature dry | O2 |
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See with her swelling bosom bare | J |
Yon wild eyed Sister in the West | R |
The ring of Empire round her hair | J |
The Indian's wampum on her breast | R |
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We saw the August sun descend | P2 |
Day after day with blood red stain | X |
And the blue mountains dimly blend | P2 |
With smoke wreaths from the burning plain | X |
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Beneath the hot Sirocco's wings | U |
We sat and told the withering hours | Q2 |
Till Heaven unsealed its hoarded springs | U |
And bade them leap in flashing showers | Q2 |
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Yet in our Ishmael's thirst we knew | X |
The mercy of the Sovereign hand | R2 |
Would pour the fountain's quickening dew | X |
To feed some harvest of the land | R2 |
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No flaming swords of wrath surround | S2 |
Our second Garden of the Blest | R |
It spreads beyond its rocky bound | S2 |
It climbs Nevada's glittering crest | R |
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God keep the tempter from its gate | E2 |
God shield the children lest they fall | B2 |
From their stern fathers' free estate | E2 |
Till Ocean is its only wall | B2 |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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