The Old Vicarage, Grantchester Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGCCHHIJ KLLMMNNOOPPQQPP RRSSPPTTCCUUVVRRWWXX YYUUZZPPCCPPA2A2B2B2 C2C2 PPCCD2E2RRF2F2G2G2PP H2H2I2I2J2J2K2K2L2L2 M2M2AARRA2A2AAEEZZN2 N2O2O2NN RRPPP2P2E2E2AANNH2F2 PPF2F2F2F2Q2Q2R2R2H2 H2Just now the lilac is in bloom | A |
All before my little room | A |
And in my flower beds I think | B |
Smile the carnation and the pink | B |
And down the borders well I know | C |
The poppy and the pansy blow | C |
Oh there the chestnuts summer through | D |
Beside the river make for you | D |
A tunnel of green gloom and sleep | E |
Deeply above and green and deep | E |
The stream mysterious glides beneath | F |
Green as a dream and deep as death | G |
Oh damn I know it and I know | C |
How the May fields all golden show | C |
And when the day is young and sweet | H |
Gild gloriously the bare feet | H |
That run to bathe | I |
'Du lieber Gott ' | J |
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Here am I sweating sick and hot | K |
And there the shadowed waters fresh | L |
Lean up to embrace the naked flesh | L |
Temperamentvoll German Jews | M |
Drink beer around and THERE the dews | M |
Are soft beneath a morn of gold | N |
Here tulips bloom as they are told | N |
Unkempt about those hedges blows | O |
An English unofficial rose | O |
And there the unregulated sun | P |
Slopes down to rest when day is done | P |
And wakes a vague unpunctual star | Q |
A slippered Hesper and there are | Q |
Meads towards Haslingfield and Coton | P |
Where das Betreten's not verboten | P |
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ei' qe genoi mhn would I were | R |
In Grantchester in Grantchester | R |
Some it may be can get in touch | S |
With Nature there or Earth or such | S |
And clever modern men have seen | P |
A Faun a peeping through the green | P |
And felt the Classics were not dead | T |
To glimpse a Naiad's reedy head | T |
Or hear the Goat foot piping low | C |
But these are things I do not know | C |
I only know that you may lie | U |
Day long and watch the Cambridge sky | U |
And flower lulled in sleepy grass | V |
Hear the cool lapse of hours pass | V |
Until the centuries blend and blur | R |
In Grantchester in Grantchester | R |
Still in the dawnlit waters cool | W |
His ghostly Lordship swims his pool | W |
And tries the strokes essays the tricks | X |
Long learnt on Hellespont or Styx | X |
Dan Chaucer hears his river still | Y |
Chatter beneath a phantom mill | Y |
Tennyson notes with studious eye | U |
How Cambridge waters hurry by | U |
And in that garden black and white | Z |
Creep whispers through the grass all night | Z |
And spectral dance before the dawn | P |
A hundred Vicars down the lawn | P |
Curates long dust will come and go | C |
On lissom clerical printless toe | C |
And oft between the boughs is seen | P |
The sly shade of a Rural Dean | P |
Till at a shiver in the skies | A2 |
Vanishing with Satanic cries | A2 |
The prim ecclesiastic rout | B2 |
Leaves but a startled sleeper out | B2 |
Grey heavens the first bird's drowsy calls | C2 |
The falling house that never falls | C2 |
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God I will pack and take a train | P |
And get me to England once again | P |
For England's the one land I know | C |
Where men with Splendid Hearts may go | C |
And Cambridgeshire of all England | D2 |
The shire for Men who Understand | E2 |
And of THAT district I prefer | R |
The lovely hamlet Grantchester | R |
For Cambridge people rarely smile | F2 |
Being urban squat and packed with guile | F2 |
And Royston men in the far South | G2 |
Are black and fierce and strange of mouth | G2 |
At Over they fling oaths at one | P |
And worse than oaths at Trumpington | P |
And Ditton girls are mean and dirty | H2 |
And there's none in Harston under thirty | H2 |
And folks in Shelford and those parts | I2 |
Have twisted lips and twisted hearts | I2 |
And Barton men make Cockney rhymes | J2 |
And Coton's full of nameless crimes | J2 |
And things are done you'd not believe | K2 |
At Madingley on Christmas Eve | K2 |
Strong men have run for miles and miles | L2 |
When one from Cherry Hinton smiles | L2 |
Strong men have blanched and shot their wives | M2 |
Rather than send them to St Ives | M2 |
Strong men have cried like babes bydam | A |
To hear what happened at Babraham | A |
But Grantchester ah Grantchester | R |
There's peace and holy quiet there | R |
Great clouds along pacific skies | A2 |
And men and women with straight eyes | A2 |
Lithe children lovelier than a dream | A |
A bosky wood a slumbrous stream | A |
And little kindly winds that creep | E |
Round twilight corners half asleep | E |
In Grantchester their skins are white | Z |
They bathe by day they bathe by night | Z |
The women there do all they ought | N2 |
The men observe the Rules of Thought | N2 |
They love the Good they worship Truth | O2 |
They laugh uproariously in youth | O2 |
And when they get to feeling old | N |
They up and shoot themselves I'm told | N |
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Ah God to see the branches stir | R |
Across the moon at Grantchester | R |
To smell the thrilling sweet and rotten | P |
Unforgettable unforgotten | P |
River smell and hear the breeze | P2 |
Sobbing in the little trees | P2 |
Say do the elm clumps greatly stand | E2 |
Still guardians of that holy land | E2 |
The chestnuts shade in reverend dream | A |
The yet unacademic stream | A |
Is dawn a secret shy and cold | N |
Anadyomene silver gold | N |
And sunset still a golden sea | H2 |
From Haslingfield to Madingley | F2 |
And after ere the night is born | P |
Do hares come out about the corn | P |
Oh is the water sweet and cool | F2 |
Gentle and brown above the pool | F2 |
And laughs the immortal river still | F2 |
Under the mill under the mill | F2 |
Say is there Beauty yet to find | Q2 |
And Certainty and Quiet kind | Q2 |
Deep meadows yet for to forget | R2 |
The lies and truths and pain oh yet | R2 |
Stands the Church clock at ten to three | H2 |
And is there honey still for tea | H2 |
Rupert Brooke
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