The Two Peacocks Of Bedfont Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCBCDD A EFEFGFDD A HIJIHIKK DGDGDLMM M EANAEMOO A PDPDPDQR A DSDSDT A UDUDUDB T GDEDNDB T VWVWVWFF T DTDTDTTT T XYZYXYTT T DDDDDDA2B2 A DDDDDDC2C2 A D2E2D2E2D2E2TT A F2TF2TF2TDD A G2TG2TG2TA A UGULUGD T QDQDQDTT T DC2DC2DH2T T DHDHDHQQ T DTB| I | A |
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| Alas That breathing Vanity should go | B |
| Where Pride is buried like its very ghost | C |
| Uprisen from the naked bones below | B |
| In novel flesh clad in the silent boast | C |
| Of gaudy silk that flutters to and fro | B |
| Shedding its chilling superstition most | C |
| On young and ignorant natures as it wont | D |
| To haunt the peaceful churchyard of Bedfont | D |
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| II | A |
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| Each Sabbath morning at the hour of prayer | E |
| Behold two maidens up the quiet green | F |
| Shining far distant in the summer air | E |
| That flaunts their dewy robes and breathes between | F |
| Their downy plumes sailing as if they were | G |
| Two far off ships until they brush between | F |
| The churchyard's humble walls and watch and wait | D |
| On either side of the wide open'd gate | D |
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| III | A |
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| And there they stand with haughty necks before | H |
| God's holy house that points towards the skies | I |
| Frowning reluctant duty from the poor | J |
| And tempting homage from unthoughtful eyes | I |
| And Youth looks lingering from the temple door | H |
| Breathing its wishes in unfruitful sighs | I |
| With pouting lips forgetful of the grace | K |
| Of health and smiles on the heart conscious face | K |
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| Because that Wealth which has no bliss beside | D |
| May wear the happiness of rich attire | G |
| And those two sisters in their silly pride | D |
| May change the soul's warm glances for the fire | G |
| Of lifeless diamonds and for health denied | D |
| With art that blushes at itself inspire | L |
| Their languid cheeks and flourish in a glory | M |
| That has no life in life nor after story | M |
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| V | M |
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| The aged priest goes shaking his gray hair | E |
| In meekest censuring and turns his eye | A |
| Earthward in grief and heavenward in pray'r | N |
| And sighs and clasps his hands and passes by | A |
| Good hearted man what sullen soul would wear | E |
| Thy sorrow for a garb and constantly | M |
| Put on thy censure that might win the praise | O |
| Of one so gray in goodness and in days | O |
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| VI | A |
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| Also the solemn clerk partakes the shame | P |
| Of this ungodly shine of human pride | D |
| And sadly blends his reverence and blame | P |
| In one grave bow and passes with a stride | D |
| Impatient many a red hooded dame | P |
| Turns her pain'd head but not her glance aside | D |
| From wanton dress and marvels o'er again | Q |
| That heaven hath no wet judgments for the vain | R |
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| VII | A |
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| 'I have a lily in the bloom at home ' | - |
| Quoth one 'and by the blessed Sabbath day | D |
| I'll pluck my lily in its pride and come | S |
| And read a lesson upon vain array | D |
| And when stiff silks are rustling up and some | S |
| Give place I'll shake it in proud eyes and say | D |
| Making my reverence 'Ladies an you please | T |
| King Solomon's not half so fine as these '' | - |
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| VIII | A |
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| Then her meek partner who has nearly run | U |
| His earthly course 'Nay Goody let your text | D |
| Grow in the garden We have only one | U |
| Who knows that these dim eyes may see the next | D |
| Summer will come again and summer sun | U |
| And lilies too but I were sorely vext | D |
| To mar my garden and cut short the blow | B |
| Of the last lily I may live to grow ' | - |
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| IX | T |
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| 'The last ' quoth she 'and though the last it were | G |
| Lo those two wantons where they stand so proud | D |
| With waving plumes and jewels in their hair | E |
| And painted cheeks like Dagons to be bow'd | D |
| And curtsey'd to last Sabbath after pray'r | N |
| I heard the little Tomkins ask aloud | D |
| If they were angels but I made him know | B |
| God's bright ones better with a bitter blow ' | - |
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| X | T |
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| So speaking they pursue the pebbly walk | V |
| That leads to the white porch the Sunday throng | W |
| Hand coupled urchins in restrain d talk | V |
| And anxious pedagogue that chastens wrong | W |
| And posied churchwarden with solemn stalk | V |
| And gold bedizen'd beadle flames along | W |
| And gentle peasant clad in buff and green | F |
| Like a meek cowslip in the spring serene | F |
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| XI | T |
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| And blushing maiden modestly array'd | D |
| In spotless white still conscious of the glass | T |
| And she the lonely widow that hath made | D |
| A sable covenant with grief alas | T |
| She veils her tears under the deep deep shade | D |
| While the poor kindly hearted as they pass | T |
| Bend to unclouded childhood and caress | T |
| Her boy so rosy and so fatherless | T |
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| XII | T |
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| Thus as good Christians ought they all draw near | X |
| The fair white temple to the timely call | Y |
| Of pleasant bells that tremble in the ear | Z |
| Now the last frock and scarlet hood and shawl | Y |
| Fade into dusk in the dim atmosphere | X |
| Of the low porch and heav'n has won them all | Y |
| Saying those two that turn aside and pass | T |
| In velvet blossom where all flesh is grass | T |
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| XIII | T |
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| Ah me to see their silken manors trail'd | D |
| In purple luxuries with restless gold | D |
| Flaunting the grass where widowhood has wail'd | D |
| In blotted black over the heapy mould | D |
| Panting wave wantonly They never quail'd | D |
| How the warm vanity abused the cold | D |
| Nor saw the solemn faces of the gone | A2 |
| Sadly uplooking through transparent stone | B2 |
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| XIV | A |
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| But swept their dwellings with unquiet light | D |
| Shocking the awful presence of the dead | D |
| Where gracious natures would their eyes benight | D |
| Nor wear their being with a lip too red | D |
| Nor move too rudely in the summer bright | D |
| Of sun but put staid sorrow in their tread | D |
| Meting it into steps with inward breath | C2 |
| In very pity to bereaved death | C2 |
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| XV | A |
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| Now in the church time sober'd minds resign | D2 |
| To solemn pray'r and the loud chaunted hymn | E2 |
| With glowing picturings of joys divine | D2 |
| Painting the mist light where the roof is dim | E2 |
| But youth looks upward to the window shine | D2 |
| Warming with rose and purple and the swim | E2 |
| Of gold as if thought tinted by the stains | T |
| Of gorgeous light through many color'd panes | T |
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| XVI | A |
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| Soiling the virgin snow wherein God hath | F2 |
| Enrobed his angels and with absent eyes | T |
| Hearing of Heav'n and its directed path | F2 |
| Thoughtful of slippers and the glorious skies | T |
| Clouding with satin till the preacher's wrath | F2 |
| Consumes his pity and he glows and cries | T |
| With a deep voice that trembles in its might | D |
| And earnest eyes grow eloquent in light | D |
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| XVII | A |
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| 'Oh that the vacant eye would learn to look | G2 |
| On very beauty and the heart embrace | T |
| True loveliness and from this holy book | G2 |
| Drink the warm breathing tenderness and grace | T |
| Of love indeed Oh that the young soul took | G2 |
| Its virgin passion from the glorious face | T |
| Of fair religion and address'd its strife | A |
| To win the riches of eternal life ' | - |
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| XVIII | A |
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| 'Doth the vain heart love glory that is none | U |
| And the poor excellence of vain attire | G |
| Oh go and drown your eyes against the sun | U |
| The visible ruler of the starry quire | L |
| Till boiling gold in giddy eddies run | U |
| Dazzling the brain with orbs of living fire | G |
| And the faint soul down darkens into night | D |
| And dies a burning martyrdom to light ' | - |
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| XIX | T |
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| Oh go and gaze when the low winds of ev'n | Q |
| Breathe hymns and Nature's many forests nod | D |
| Their gold crown'd heads and the rich blooms of heav'n | Q |
| Sun ripen'd give their blushes up to God | D |
| And mountain rocks and cloudy steeps are riv'n | Q |
| By founts of fire as smitten by the rod | D |
| Of heavenly Moses that your thirsty sense | T |
| May quench its longings of magnificence | T |
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| XX | T |
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| 'Yet suns shall perish stars shall fade away | D |
| Day into darkness darkness into death | C2 |
| Death into silence the warm light of day | D |
| The blooms of summer the rich glowing breath | C2 |
| Of even all shall wither and decay | D |
| Like the frail furniture of dreams beneath | H2 |
| The touch of morn or bubbles of rich dyes | T |
| That break and vanish in the aching eyes ' | - |
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| XXI | T |
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| They hear soul blushing and repentant shed | D |
| Unwholesome thoughts in wholesome tears and pour | H |
| Their sin to earth and with low drooping head | D |
| Receive the solemn blessing and implore | H |
| Its grace then soberly with chasten'd tread | D |
| They meekly press towards the gusty door | H |
| With humbled eyes that go to graze upon | Q |
| The lowly grass like him of Babylon | Q |
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| XXII | T |
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| The lowly grass O water constant mind | D |
| Fast ebbing holiness soon fading grace | T |
| Of serious though | B |
Thomas Hood
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