To Bayard Taylor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABAB CDCDCD EFEFEF GHGHGH IBIBIB JKJKJK LBLBLB MBMBMB NONPNP QNQNQN GBGBGB BGBGBG RBRBRB NGNGNG STo range deep wrapt along a heavenly height | A |
O'erseeing all that man but undersees | B |
To loiter down lone alleys of delight | A |
And hear the beating of the hearts of trees | B |
And think the thoughts that lilies speak in white | A |
By greenwood pools and pleasant passages | B |
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With healthy dreams a dream in flesh and soul | C |
To pace in mighty meditations drawn | D |
From out the forest to the open knoll | C |
Where much thyme is whence blissful leagues of lawn | D |
Betwixt the fringing woods to southward roll | C |
By tender inclinations mad with dawn | D |
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Ablaze with fires that flame in silver dew | E |
When each small globe doth glass the morning star | F |
Long ere the sun sweet smitten through and through | E |
With dappled revelations read afar | F |
Suffused with saintly ecstasies of blue | E |
As all the holy eastern heavens are | F |
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To fare thus fervid to what daily toil | G |
Employs thy spirit in that larger Land | H |
Where thou art gone to strive but not to moil | G |
In nothings that do mar the artist's hand | H |
Not drudge unriched as grain rots back to soil | G |
No profit out of death going yet still at stand | H |
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Giving what life is here in hand to day | I |
For that that's in to morrow's bush perchance | B |
Of this year's harvest none in the barn to lay | I |
All sowed for next year's crop a dull advance | B |
In curves that come but by another way | I |
Back to the start a thriftless thrift of ants | B |
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Whose winter wastes their summer O my Friend | J |
Freely to range to muse to toil is thine | K |
Thine now to watch with Homer sails that bend | J |
Unstained by Helen's beauty o'er the brine | K |
Tow'rds some clean Troy no Hector need defend | J |
Nor flame devour or in some mild moon's shine | K |
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Where amiabler winds the whistle heed | L |
To sail with Shelley o'er a bluer sea | B |
And mark Prometheus from his fetters freed | L |
Pass with Deucalion over Italy | B |
While bursts the flame from out his eager reed | L |
Wild stretching towards the West of destiny | B |
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Or prone with Plato Shakespeare and a throng | M |
Of bards beneath some plane tree's cool eclipse | B |
To gaze on glowing meads where lingering long | M |
Psyche's large Butterfly her honey sips | B |
Or mingling free in choirs of German song | M |
To learn of Goethe's life from Goethe's lips | B |
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These these are thine and we who still are dead | N |
Do yearn nay not to kill thee back again | O |
Into this charnel life this lowlihead | N |
Not to the dark of sense the blinking brain | P |
The hugged delusion drear the hunger fed | N |
On husks of guess the monarchy of pain | P |
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The cross of love the wrench of faith the shame | Q |
Of science that cannot prove proof is the twist | N |
Of blame for praise and bitter praise for blame | Q |
The silly stake and tether round the wrist | N |
By fashion fixed the virtue that doth claim | Q |
The gains of vice the lofty mark that's missed | N |
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By all the mortal space 'twixt heaven and hell | G |
The soul's sad growth o'er stationary friends | B |
Who hear us from our height not well not well | G |
The slant of accident the sudden bends | B |
Of purpose tempered strong the gambler's spell | G |
The son's disgrace the plan that e'er depends | B |
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On others' plots the tricks that passion plays | B |
I loving you you him he none at all | G |
The artist's pain to walk his blood stained ways | B |
A special soul yet judged as general | G |
The endless grief of art the sneer that slays | B |
The war the wound the groan the funeral pall | G |
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Not into these bright spirit do we yearn | R |
To bring thee back but oh to be to be | B |
Unbound of all these gyves to stretch to spurn | R |
The dark from off our dolorous lids to see | B |
Our spark Conjecture blaze and sunwise burn | R |
And suddenly to stand again by thee | B |
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Ah not for us not yet by thee to stand | N |
For us the fret the dark the thorn the chill | G |
For us to call across unto thy Land | N |
Friend get thee to the minstrels' holy hill | G |
And kiss those brethren for us mouth and hand | N |
And make our duty to our master Will | G |
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Baltimore | S |
Sidney Lanier
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