Rhymes On The Road. Extract Xvi. Les Charmettes Poem Rhyme Scheme

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A Visit to the house where Rousseau lived with Madame de Warrens Their Menage Its Grossness Claude Anet Reverence with which the spot is now visited Absurdity of this blind Devotion to Fame Feelings excited by the Beauty and Seclusion of the Scene Disturbed by its Associations with Rousseau's History Impostures of Men of Genius Their Power of mimicking all the best Feelings Love Independence etc	A
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Strange power of Genius that can throw	B
Round all that's vicious weak and low	B
Such magic lights such rainbows dyes	C
As dazzle even the steadiest eyes	C
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'Tis worse than weak 'tis wrong 'tis shame	D
This mean prostration before Fame	D
This casting down beneath the car	E
Of Idols whatsoe'er they are	E
Life's purest holiest decencies	C
To be careered o'er as they please	C
No give triumphant Genius all	F
For which his loftiest wish can call	F
If he be worshipt let it be	G
For attributes his noblest first	H
Not with that base idolatry	G
Which sanctifies his last and worst	H
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I may be cold may want that glow	B
Of high romance which bards should know	B
That holy homage which is felt	I
In treading where the great have dwelt	I
This reverence whatsoe'er it be	G
I fear I feel I have it not	J
For here at this still hour to me	G
The charms of this delightful spot	J
Its calm seclusion from the throng	K
From all the heart would fain forget	L
This narrow valley and the song	K
Of its small murmuring rivulet	L
The flitting to and fro of birds	C
Tranquil and tame as they were once	C
In Eden ere the startling words	C
Of man disturbed their orisons	C
Those little shadowy paths that wind	L
Up the hillside with fruit trees lined	L
And lighted only by the breaks	C
The gay wind in the foliage makes	C
Or vistas here and there that ope	M
Thro' weeping willows like the snatches	C
Of far off scenes of light which Hope	M
Even tho' the shade of sadness catches	C
All this which could I once but lose	C
The memory of those vulgar ties	C
Whose grossness all the heavenliest hues	C
Of Genius can no more disguise	C
Than the sun's beams can do away	N
The filth of fens o'er which they play	N
This scene which would have filled my heart	L
With thoughts of all that happiest is	C
Of Love where self hath only part	L
As echoing back another's bliss	C
Of solitude secure and sweet	L
Beneath whose shade the Virtues meet	L
Which while it shelters never chills	C
Our sympathies with human woe	B
But keeps them like sequestered rills	C
Purer and fresher in their flow	B
Of happy days that share their beams	C
'Twixt quiet mirth and wise employ	O
Of tranquil nights that give in dreams	C
The moonlight of the morning's joy	O
All this my heart could dwell on here	P
But for those gross mementoes near	Q
Those sullying truths that cross the track	R
Of each sweet thought and drive them back	R
Full into all the mire and strife	S
And vanities of that man's life	S
Who more than all that e'er have glowed	L
With fancy's flame and it was his	C
In fullest warmth and radiance showed	L
What an impostor Genius is	C
How with that strong mimetic art	L
Which forms its life and soul it takes	C
All shapes of thought all hues of heart	L
Nor feels itself one throb it wakes	C
How like a gem its light may smile	T
O'er the dark path by mortals trod	L
Itself as mean a worm the while	T
As crawls at midnight o'er the sod	L
What gentle words and thoughts may fall	F
From its false lip what zeal to bless	C
While home friends kindred country all	F
Lie waste beneath its selfishness	C
How with the pencil hardly dry	U
From coloring up such scenes of love	V
And beauty as make young hearts sigh	U
And dream and think thro' heaven they rove	W
They who can thus describe and move	X
The very workers of these charms	C
Nor seek nor know a joy above	V
Some Maman's or Theresa's arms	C
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How all in short that makes the boast	L
Of their false tongues they want the most	L
And while with freedom on their lips	C
Sounding their timbrels to set free	G
This bright world laboring in the eclipse	C
Of priestcraft and of slavery	G
They may themselves be slaves as low	B
As ever Lord or Patron made	L
To blossom in his smile or grow	B
Like stunted brushwood in his shade	L
Out on the craft I'd rather be	G
One of those hinds that round me tread	L
With just enough of sense to see	G
The noonday sun that's o'er his head	L
Than thus with high built genius curst	L
That hath no heart for its foundation	Y
Be all at once that's brightest worst	L
Sublimest meanest in creation	Y

Thomas Moore

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