The Growth Of Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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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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