The Blossing Of The Solitary Date-tree Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABB C DEBF GHGAIJK LMNBMOBBBB A PQPQRRR A ARARSSS A TUTUAAA

Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones ofA
Frost through the absence of objects to reflect the rays What no oneB
with us shares seems scarce our own ' The presence of a ONEB
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The best belov'd who loveth me the bestC
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is for the heart what the supporting air from within is for the hollowD
globe with its suspended car Deprive it of this and all without thatE
would have buoyed it aloft even to the seat of the gods becomes a burthenB
and crushes it into flatnessF
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The finer the sense for the beautiful and the lovely and the fairer andG
lovelier the object presented to the sense the more exquisite theH
individual's capacity of joy and the more ample his means andG
opportunities of enjoyment the more heavily will he feel the ache ofA
solitariness the more unsubstantial becomes the feast spread around himI
What matters it whether in fact the viands and the ministering graces areJ
shadowy or real to him who has not hand to grasp nor arms to embrace themK
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Hope Imagination honourable AimsL
Free Commune with the choir that cannot dieM
Science and Song delight in little thingsN
The buoyant child surviving in the manB
Fields forests ancient mountains ocean skyM
With all their voices O dare I accuseO
My earthly lot as guilty of my spleenB
Or call my destiny niggard O no noB
It is her largeness and her overflowB
Which being incomplete disquieteth me soB
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IVA
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For never touch of gladness stirs my heartP
But tim'rously beginning to rejoiceQ
Like a blind Arab that from sleep doth startP
In lonesome tent I listen for thy voiceQ
Belov d 'tis not thine thou art not thereR
Then melts the bubble into idle airR
And wishing without hope I restlessly despairR
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VA
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The mother with anticipated gleeA
Smiles o'er the child that standing by her chairR
And flatt'ning its round cheek upon her kneeA
Looks up and doth its rosy lips prepareR
To mock the coming sounds At that sweet sightS
She hears her own voice with a new delightS
And if the babe perchance should lisp the notes arightS
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VIA
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Then is she tenfold gladder than beforeT
But should disease or chance the darling takeU
What then avail those songs which sweet of yoreT
Were only sweet for their sweet echo's sakeU
Dear maid no prattler at a mother's kneeA
Was e'er so dearly prized as I prize theeA
Why was I made for Love and Love denied to meA

Samuel Taylor Coleridge



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