Verses To The Poet Crabbe's Inkstand Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDCD EFEF GHIH JKLK MNMD OPOP QRQR STST OROR UVUV WRWR XYXZ BDBD A2RA2R CRCR B2BC2B GSGS EMEM D2RD2O| A | |
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| WRITTEN MAY | B |
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| All as he left it even the pen | C |
| So lately at that mind's command | D |
| Carelessly lying as if then | C |
| Just fallen from his gifted hand | D |
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| Have we then lost him scarce an hour | E |
| A little hour seems to have past | F |
| Since Life and Inspiration's power | E |
| Around that relic breathed their last | F |
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| Ah powerless now like talisman | G |
| Found in some vanished wizard's halls | H |
| Whose mighty charm with him began | I |
| Whose charm with him extinguisht falls | H |
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| Yet tho' alas the gifts that shone | J |
| Around that pen's exploring track | K |
| Be now with its great master gone | L |
| Nor living hand can call them back | K |
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| Who does not feel while thus his eyes | M |
| Rest on the enchanter's broken wand | N |
| Each earth born spell it worked arise | M |
| Before him in succession grand | D |
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| Grand from the Truth that reigns o'er all | O |
| The unshrinking truth that lets her light | P |
| Thro' Life's low dark interior fall | O |
| Opening the whole severely bright | P |
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| Yet softening as she frowns along | Q |
| O'er scenes which angels weep to see | R |
| Where Truth herself half veils the Wrong | Q |
| In pity of the Misery | R |
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| True bard and simple as the race | S |
| Of true born poets ever are | T |
| When stooping from their starry place | S |
| They're children near tho' gods afar | T |
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| How freshly doth my mind recall | O |
| 'Mong the few days I've known with thee | R |
| One that most buoyantly of all | O |
| Floats in the wake of memory | R |
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| When he the poet doubly graced | U |
| In life as in his perfect strain | V |
| With that pure mellowing power of Taste | U |
| Without which Fancy shines in vain | V |
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| Who in his page will leave behind | W |
| Pregnant with genius tho' it be | R |
| But half the treasures of a mind | W |
| Where Sense o'er all holds mastery | R |
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| Friend of long years of friendship tried | X |
| Thro' many a bright and dark event | Y |
| In doubts my judge in taste my guide | X |
| In all my stay and ornament | Z |
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| He too was of our feast that day | B |
| And all were guests of one whose hand | D |
| Hath shed a new and deathless ray | B |
| Around the lyre of this great land | D |
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| In whose sea odes as in those shells | A2 |
| Where Ocean's voice of majesty | R |
| Seems still to sound immortal dwells | A2 |
| Old Albion's Spirit of the Sea | R |
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| Such was our host and tho' since then | C |
| Slight clouds have risen 'twixt him and me | R |
| Who would not grasp such hand again | C |
| Stretched forth again in amity | R |
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| Who can in this short life afford | B2 |
| To let such mists a moment stay | B |
| When thus one frank atoning word | C2 |
| Like sunshine melts them all away | B |
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| Bright was our board that day tho' one | G |
| Unworthy brother there had place | S |
| As 'mong the horses of the Sun | G |
| One was they say of earthly race | S |
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| Yet next to Genius is the power | E |
| Of feeling where true Genius lies | M |
| And there was light around that hour | E |
| Such as in memory never dies | M |
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| Light which comes o'er me as I gaze | D2 |
| Thou Relic of the Dead on thee | R |
| Like all such dreams of vanisht days | D2 |
| Brightly indeed but mournfully | O |
Thomas Moore
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