To The Rev. George Coleridge Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDEFGHIJKLMNOP QRSTUVWXYZA2VB2C2AD2 JKE2F2E2G2H2I2I2I2UF AKJ2K2L2I2AFDJSCM2VN 2O2I2P2Q2I2 I2R2E2Q2RI2V I2S2I2RJ2T2U2Notus in fratres animi paterni | A |
Hor Carm lib II | B |
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A bless eacute d lot hath he who having passed | C |
His youth and early manhood in the stir | D |
And turmoil of the world retreats at length | E |
With cares that move not agitate the heart | F |
To the same dwelling where his father dwelt | G |
And haply views his tottering little ones | H |
Embrace those ag eacute d knees and climb that lap | I |
On which first kneeling his own infancy | J |
Lisp'd its brief prayer Such O my earliest Friend | K |
Thy lot and such thy brothers too enjoy | L |
At distance did ye climb Life's upland road | M |
Yet cheered and cheering now fraternal love | N |
Hath drawn you to one centre Be your days | O |
Holy and blest and blessing may ye live | P |
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To me the Eternal Wisdom hath dispens'd | Q |
A different fortune and more different mind | R |
Me from the spot where first I sprang to light | S |
Too soon transplanted ere my soul had fix'd | T |
Its first domestic loves and hence through life | U |
Chasing chance started friendships A brief while | V |
Some have preserved me from life's pelting ills | W |
But like a tree with leaves of feeble stem | X |
If the clouds lasted and a sudden breeze | Y |
Ruffled the boughs they on my head at once | Z |
Dropped the collected shower and some most false | A2 |
False and fair foliag'd as the Manchineel | V |
Have tempted me to slumber in their shade | B2 |
E'en mid the storm then breathing subtlest damps | C2 |
Mix'd their own venom with the rain from Heaven | A |
That I woke poison'd But all praise to Him | D2 |
Who gives us all things more have yielded me | J |
Permanent shelter and beside one Friend | K |
Beneath the impervious covert of one oak | E2 |
I've rais'd a lowly shed and know the names | F2 |
Of Husband and of Father not unhearing | E2 |
Of that divine and nightly whispering Voice | G2 |
Which from my childhood to maturer years | H2 |
Spake to me of predestinated wreaths | I2 |
Bright with no fading colours | I2 |
Yet at times | I2 |
My soul is sad that I have roam'd through life | U |
Still most a stranger most with naked heart | F |
At mine own home and birth place chiefly then | A |
When I remember thee my earliest Friend | K |
Thee who didst watch my boyhood and my youth | J2 |
Didst trace my wanderings with a father's eye | K2 |
And boding evil yet still hoping good | L2 |
Rebuk'd each fault and over all my woes | I2 |
Sorrow'd in silence He who counts alone | A |
The beatings of the solitary heart | F |
That Being knows how I have lov'd thee ever | D |
Lov'd as a brother as a son rever'd thee | J |
Oh 'tis to me an ever new delight | S |
To talk of thee and thine or when the blast | C |
Of the shrill winter rattling our rude sash | M2 |
Endears the cleanly hearth and social bowl | V |
Or when as now on some delicious eve | N2 |
We in our sweet sequester'd orchard plot | O2 |
Sit on the tree crook'd earth ward whose old boughs | I2 |
That hang above us in an arborous roof | P2 |
Stirr'd by the faint gale of departing May | Q2 |
Send their loose blossoms slanting o'er our heads | I2 |
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Nor dost not thou sometimes recall those hours | I2 |
When with the joy of hope thou gavest thine ear | R2 |
To my wild firstling lays Since then my song | E2 |
Hath sounded deeper notes such as beseem | Q2 |
Or that sad wisdom folly leaves behind | R |
Or such as tuned to these tumultuous times | I2 |
Cope with the tempest's swell | V |
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These various strains | I2 |
Which I have fram'd in many a various mood | S2 |
Accept my Brother and for some perchance | I2 |
Will strike discordant on thy milder mind | R |
If aught of error or intemperate truth | J2 |
Should meet thine ear think thou that riper Age | T2 |
Will calm it down and let thy love forgive it | U2 |
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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