The Growth Of Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBBCCBDEDEDE BBBBBBBBFBFBFB GHHGGHHGBIBIBI GJKGGJKGLBLBLB BMMBBMMBNBNBNB GOOGGOOGBPBPBP QBBQQBBQBRBRBR STTSSTTSBUBUBU VGGVVGGV BGBGBG WBBWWBBWXYXYXY GBBGGBBG BMBMBM GZGA2BMBMMBMBBB BFBFMGMGB2BA2| A | |
| They that in play can do the thing they would | B |
| Having an instinct throned in reason's place | C |
| And every perfect action hath the grace | C |
| Of indolence or thoughtless hardihood | B |
| These are the best yet be there workmen good | B |
| Who lose in earnestness control of face | C |
| Or reckon means and rapt in effort base | C |
| Reach to their end by steps well understood | B |
| Me whom thou sawest of late strive with the pains | D |
| Of one who spends his strength to rule his nerve | E |
| Even as a painter breathlessly who stains | D |
| His scarcely moving hand lest it should swerve | E |
| Behold me now that I have cast my chains | D |
| Master of the art which for thy sake I serve | E |
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| For thou art mine and now I am ashamed | B |
| To have us d means to win so pure acquist | B |
| And of my trembling fear that might have misst | B |
| Thro' very care the gold at which I aim'd | B |
| And am as happy but to hear thee named | B |
| As are those gentle souls by angels kisst | B |
| In pictures seen leaving their marble cist | B |
| To go before the throne of grace unblamed | B |
| Nor surer am I water hath the skill | F |
| To quench my thirst or that my strength is freed | B |
| In delicate ordination as I will | F |
| Than that to be myself is all I need | B |
| For thee to be most mine so I stand still | F |
| And save to taste my joy no more take heed | B |
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| The whole world now is but the minister | G |
| Of thee to me I see no other scheme | H |
| But universal love from timeless dream | H |
| Waking to thee his joy's interpreter | G |
| I walk around and in the fields confer | G |
| Of love at large with tree and flower and stream | H |
| And list the lark descant upon my theme | H |
| Heaven's musical accepted worshipper | G |
| Thy smile outfaceth ill and that old feud | B |
| 'Twixt things and me is quash'd in our new truce | I |
| And nature now dearly with thee endued | B |
| No more in shame ponders her old excuse | I |
| But quite forgets her frowns and antics rude | B |
| So kindly hath she grown to her new use | I |
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| The very names of things belov'd are dear | G |
| And sounds will gather beauty from their sense | J |
| As many a face thro' love's long residence | K |
| Groweth to fair instead of plain and sere | G |
| But when I say thy name it hath no peer | G |
| And I suppose fortune determined thence | J |
| Her dower that such beauty's excellence | K |
| Should have a perfect title for the ear | G |
| Thus may I think the adopting Muses chose | L |
| Their sons by name knowing none would be heard | B |
| Or writ so oft in all the world as those | L |
| Dan Chaucer mighty Shakespeare then for third | B |
| The classic Milton and to us arose | L |
| Shelley with liquid music in the world | B |
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| The poets were good teachers for they taught | B |
| Earth had this joy but that 'twould ever be | M |
| That fortune should be perfected in me | M |
| My heart of hope dared not engage the thought | B |
| So I stood low and now but to be caught | B |
| By any self styled lords of the age with thee | M |
| Vexes my modesty lest they should see | M |
| I hold them owls and peacocks things of nought | B |
| And when we sit alone and as I please | N |
| I taste thy love's full smile and can enstate | B |
| The pleasure of my kingly heart at ease | N |
| My thought swims like a ship that with the weight | B |
| Of her rich burden sleeps on the infinite seas | N |
| Becalm'd and cannot stir her golden freight | B |
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| While yet we wait for spring and from the dry | G |
| And blackening east that so embitters March | O |
| Well housed must watch grey fields and meadows parch | O |
| And driven dust and withering snowflake fly | G |
| Already in glimpses of the tarnish'd sky | G |
| The sun is warm and beckons to the larch | O |
| And where the covert hazels interarch | O |
| Their tassell'd twigs fair beds of primrose lie | G |
| Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid | B |
| A million buds but stay their blossoming | P |
| And trustful birds have built their nests amid | B |
| The shuddering boughs and only wait to sing | P |
| Till one soft shower from the south shall bid | B |
| And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of spring | P |
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| In thee my spring of life hath bid the while | Q |
| A rose unfold beyond the summer's best | B |
| The mystery of joy made manifest | B |
| In love's self answering and awakening smile | Q |
| Whereby the lips in wonder reconcile | Q |
| Passion with peace and show desire at rest | B |
| A grace of silence by the Greek unguesst | B |
| That bloom'd to immortalize the Tuscan style | Q |
| When first the angel song that faith hath ken'd | B |
| Fancy pourtray'd above recorded oath | R |
| Of Israel's God or light of poem pen'd | B |
| The very countenance of plighted troth | R |
| 'Twixt heaven and earth where in one moment blend | B |
| The hope of one and happiness of both | R |
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| For beauty being the best of all we know | S |
| Sums up the unsearchable and secret aims | T |
| Of nature and on joys whose earthly names | T |
| Were never told can form and sense bestow | S |
| And man hath sped his instinct to outgo | S |
| The step of science and against her shames | T |
| Imagination stakes out heavenly claims | T |
| Building a tower above the head of woe | S |
| Nor is there fairer work for beauty found | B |
| Than that she win in nature her release | U |
| From all the woes that in the world abound | B |
| Nay with his sorrow may his love increase | U |
| If from man's greater need beauty redound | B |
| And claim his tears for homage of his peace | U |
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| Thus to thy beauty doth my fond heart look | V |
| That late dismay'd her faithless faith forbore | G |
| And wins again her love lost in the lore | G |
| Of schools and script of many a learned book | V |
| For thou what ruthless death untimely took | V |
| Shalt now in better brotherhood restore | G |
| And save my batter'd ship that far from shore | G |
| High on the dismal deep in tempest shook | V |
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| So in despite of sorrow lately learn'd | B |
| I still hold true to truth since thou art true | G |
| Nor wail the woe which thou to joy hast turn'd | B |
| Nor come the heavenly sun and bathing blue | G |
| To my life's need more splendid and unearn'd | B |
| Than hath thy gift outmatch'd desire and due | G |
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| Winter was not unkind because uncouth | W |
| His prison'd time made me a closer guest | B |
| And gave thy graciousness a warmer zest | B |
| Biting all else with keen and angry tooth | W |
| And bravelier the triumphant blood of youth | W |
| Mantling thy cheek its happy home possest | B |
| And sterner sport by day put strength to test | B |
| And custom's feast at night gave tongue to truth | W |
| Or say hath flaunting summer a device | X |
| To match our midnight revelry that rang | Y |
| With steel and flame along the snow girt ice | X |
| Or when we hark't to nightingales that sang | Y |
| On dewy eves in spring did they entice | X |
| To gentler love than winter's icy fang | Y |
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| There's many a would be poet at this hour | G |
| Rhymes of a love that he hath never woo'd | B |
| And o'er his lamplit desk in solitude | B |
| Deems that he sitteth in the Muses' bower | G |
| And some the flames of earthly love devour | G |
| Who have taken no kiss of Nature nor renew'd | B |
| In the world's wilderness with heavenly food | B |
| The sickly body of their perishing power | G |
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| So none of all our company I boast | B |
| But now would mock my penning could they see | M |
| How down the right it maps a jagged coast | B |
| Seeing they hold the manlier praise to be | M |
| Strong hand and will and the heart best when most | B |
| 'Tis sober simple true and fancy free | M |
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| How could I quarrel or blame you most dear | G |
| Who all thy virtues gavest and kept back none | Z |
| Kindness and gentleness truth without peer | G |
| And beauty that my fancy fed upon | A2 |
| Now not my life's contrition for my fault | B |
| Can blot that day nor work me recompence | M |
| Tho' I might worthily thy worth exalt | B |
| Making thee long amends for short offence | M |
| For surely nowhere love if not in thee | M |
| Are grace and truth and beauty to be found | B |
| And all my praise of these can only be | M |
| A praise of thee howe'er by thee disown'd | B |
| While still thou must be mine tho' far removed | B |
| And I for one offence no more beloved | B |
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| Now since to me altho' by thee refused | B |
| The world is left I shall find pleasure still | F |
| The art that most I have loved but little used | B |
| Will yield a world of fancies at my will | F |
| And tho' where'er thou goest it is from me | M |
| I where I go thee in my heart must bear | G |
| And what thou wert that wilt thou ever be | M |
| My choice my best my loved and only fair | G |
| Farewell yet think not such farewell a change | B2 |
| From tenderness tho' once to meet or part | B |
| But on short absence so could sense deran | A2 |
Robert Seymour Bridges
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