Sketches In The Exhibition Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD E FFGGHH D IIJJKKCCLM E NNOPQQRRSSEE D DDTTUUVVWWJJXX Y ZZDDA2A2B2B2 B2 DDB2B2DD E C2C2CCUU B2 D2D2DDB2B2D2D2B2B2CC| What various objects strike with various force | A |
| Achilles Hebe and Sir Watkin's horse | A |
| Here summer scenes there Pentland's stormy ridge | B |
| Lords ladies Noah's ark and Cranford bridge | B |
| Some that display the elegant design | C |
| The lucid colours and the flowing line | C |
| Some that might make alas Walsh Porter stare | D |
| And wonder how the devil they got there | D |
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| LADY M VE | E |
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| How clear a strife of light and shade is spread | F |
| The face how touched with nature's loveliest red | F |
| The eye how eloquent and yet how meek | G |
| The glow subdued yet mantling on thy cheek | G |
| M ve I mark alone thy beauteous face | H |
| But all is nature dignity and grace | H |
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| HON MISS MERCER HOPNER | D |
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| Oh hide those tempting eyes that faultless form | I |
| Those looks with feeling and with nature warm | I |
| The neck the softly swelling bosom hide | J |
| Nor wanton gales blow the light vest aside | J |
| For who when beauties more than life excite | K |
| Silent applause can gaze without delight | K |
| But innocence enchanting maid is thine | C |
| Thine eyes in liquid light unconscious shine | C |
| And may thy breast no other feelings prove | L |
| Than those of sympathy and mutual love | M |
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| BLIND FIDDLER WILKIE | E |
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| With mirth unfeigned the cottage chimney rings | N |
| Though only vocal with four fiddle strings | N |
| And see the poor blind fiddler draws his bow | O |
| And lifts intent his time denoting toe | P |
| While yonder maid as blythe as birds in June | Q |
| You almost hear her whistle to the tune | Q |
| Hard by a lad in imitative guise | R |
| Fixed fiddle like the broken bellows plies | R |
| Before the hearth with looks of honest joy | S |
| The father chirrups to the chattering boy | S |
| And snaps his lifted thumbs with mimic glee | E |
| To the glad urchin on his mother's knee | E |
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| MORNING TURNER | D |
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| Up for the morning shines with welcome ray | D |
| And to the sunny seabeach let us stray | D |
| What orient hues proclaim the master's hand | T |
| How light the wave upon the half wet sand | T |
| How beautiful the sun as still we gaze | U |
| Streams all diffusive through the opening haze | U |
| Artist when to the thunder's pealing sound | V |
| Fire mixed with hailstones ran upon the ground | V |
| When partial darkness the dread prospect hid | W |
| And sole aspired the aged pyramid | W |
| Sublimity thy genius seemed to guide | J |
| O'er Egypt's champaign desolate and wide | J |
| But here delightful beauty reigns alone | X |
| And decks the morning scene with graces all her own | X |
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| KESWICK SIR GEORGE BEAUMONT | Y |
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| How shall I praise thee Beaumont whose nice skill | Z |
| Can mould the soft and shadowy scene at will | Z |
| Chastise to harmony each gaudy ray | D |
| Simple yet grand the mountain scene display | D |
| The lake where sober evening seems to sleep | A2 |
| Hills far retiring into umbrage deep | A2 |
| Blend all with classic pure poetic taste | B2 |
| And strike the more with forms and colours chaste | B2 |
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| MARKET DAY CALCOT | B2 |
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| Through the wood's maze our eyes delighted stray | D |
| To mark the rustics on the market day | D |
| Beneath the branches winds the long white road | B2 |
| Here peeps the rustic cottager's abode | B2 |
| There in the morning sun the children play | D |
| Or the crone creeps along the dusty way | D |
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| SCENE IN FRANCE LOUTHERBOURG | E |
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| Artist I own thy genius but the touch | C2 |
| May be too restless and the glare too much | C2 |
| And sure none ever saw a landscape shine | C |
| Basking in beams of such a sun as thine | C |
| But felt a fervid dew upon his phiz | U |
| And panting cried O Lord how hot it is | U |
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| DEATH OF NELSON WEST | B2 |
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| Turn to Britannia's triumphs on the main | D2 |
| See Nelson pale and fainting 'mid the slain | D2 |
| Whilst Victory sighs stern in the garb of war | D |
| And points through clouds the rocks of Trafalgar | D |
| Here cease the strain but while thy hulls shall ride | B2 |
| Britain dark shadowing the tumultuous tide | B2 |
| May other Nelsons on the sanguine main | D2 |
| Guide like a god the battle's hurricane | D2 |
| And when the funeral's transient pomp is past | B2 |
| High hung the banner hushed the battle's blast | B2 |
| May the brave character to ages shine | C |
| And Genius consecrate the immortal shrine | C |
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