To James Russell Lowell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFF CCCCGGHHCCCIIJJCCKKL LL MMCCCCNNOO LL PPCCQQCCCCMMRRSS TTH| THIS is your month the month of 'perfect days ' | A |
| Birds in full song and blossoms all ablaze | B |
| Nature herself your earliest welcome breathes | C |
| Spreads every leaflet every bower inwreathes | C |
| Carpets her paths for your returning feet | D |
| Puts forth her best your coming steps to greet | D |
| And Heaven must surely find the earth in tune | E |
| When Home sweet Home exhales the breath of June | E |
| These blessed days are waning all too fast | F |
| And June's bright visions mingling with the past | F |
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| Lilacs have bloomed and faded and the rose | C |
| Has dropped its petals but the clover blows | C |
| And fills its slender tubes with honeyed sweets | C |
| The fields are pearled with milk white margarites | C |
| The dandelion which you sang of old | G |
| Has lost its pride of place its crown of gold | G |
| But still displays its feathery mantled globe | H |
| Which children's breath or wandering winds unrobe | H |
| These were your humble friends your opened eyes | C |
| Nature had trained her common gifts to prize | C |
| Not Cam nor Isis taught you to despise | C |
| Charles with his muddy margin and the harsh | I |
| Plebeian grasses of the reeking marsh | I |
| New England's home bred scholar well you knew | J |
| Her soil her speech her people through and through | J |
| And loved them ever with the love that holds | C |
| All sweet fond memories in its fragrant folds | C |
| Though far and wide your winged words have flown | K |
| Your daily presence kept you all our own | K |
| Till with a sorrowing sigh a thrill of pride | L |
| We heard your summons and you left our side | L |
| For larger duties and for tasks untried | L |
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| How pleased the Spaniards for a while to claim | M |
| This frank Hidalgo with the liquid name | M |
| Who stored their classics on his crowded shelves | C |
| And loved their Calderon as they did themselves | C |
| Before his eyes what changing pageants pass | C |
| The bridal feast how near the funeral mass | C |
| The death stroke falls the Misereres wail | N |
| The joy bells ring the tear stained cheeks unveil | N |
| While as the playwright shifts his pictured scene | O |
| The royal mourner crowns his second queen | O |
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| From Spain to Britain is a goodly stride | L |
| Madrid and London long stretched leagues divide | L |
| What if I send him 'Uncle S says he ' | - |
| To my good cousin whom he calls 'J B ' | - |
| A nation's servants go where they are sent | P |
| He heard his Uncle's orders and he went | P |
| By what enchantments what alluring arts | C |
| Our truthful James led captive British hearts | C |
| Whether his shrewdness made their statesmen halt | Q |
| Or if his learning found their Dons at fault | Q |
| Or if his virtue was a strange surprise | C |
| Or if his wit flung star dust in their eyes | C |
| Like honest Yankees we can simply guess | C |
| But that he did it all must needs confess | C |
| England herself without a blush may claim | M |
| Her only conqueror since the Norman came | M |
| Eight years an exile What a weary while | R |
| Since first our herald sought the mother isle | R |
| His snow white flag no churlish wrong has soiled | S |
| He left unchallenged he returns unspoiled | S |
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| Here let us keep him here he saw the light | T |
| His genius wisdom wit are ours by right | T |
| And if we lose him our lament will be | H |
| We have 'five hundred' not 'as good as he ' | - |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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