A Sequel To The Foregoing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDAAA EEFFGGHHII JJKKLLMNOOPPQQRRRSST TTTTT UUVVWWWWWWXXYZ A2A2TTWWWWWB2B2WWTTC 2D2 WWE2E2WWWWWF2F2WWWWW WG2G2WWJJH2I2WWZZXXW W WWTTWWSWWWYJ2YK2K2WW W TTTTTNNL2L2CCWWWWM2M 2N2N2N2O2O2 P2P2WWWWT BBO2O2O2CList the winds of March are blowing | A |
Her ground flowers shrink afraid of showing | A |
Their meek heads to the nipping air | B |
Which ye feel not happy pair | B |
Sunk into a kindly sleep | C |
We meanwhile our hope will keep | C |
And if Time leagued with adverse Change | D |
Too busy fear shall cross its range | D |
Whatsoever check they bring | A |
Anxious duty hindering | A |
To like hope our prayers will cling | A |
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Thus while the ruminating spirit feeds | E |
Upon the events of home as life proceeds | E |
Affections pure and holy in their source | F |
Gain a fresh impulse run a livelier course | F |
Hopes that within the Father's heart prevail | G |
Are in the experienced Grandsire's slow to fail | G |
And if the harp pleased his gay youth it rings | H |
To his grave touch with no unready strings | H |
While thoughts press on and feelings overflow | I |
And quick words round him fall like flakes of snow | I |
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Thanks to the Powers that yet maintain their sway | J |
And have renewed the tributary Lay | J |
Truths of the heart flock in with eager pace | K |
And FANCY greets them with a fond embrace | K |
Swift as the rising sun his beams extends | L |
She shoots the tidings forth to distant friends | L |
Their gifts she hails deemed precious as they prove | M |
For the unconscious Babe so prompt a love | N |
But from this peaceful centre of delight | O |
Vague sympathies have urged her to take flight | O |
Rapt into upper regions like the bee | P |
That sucks from mountain heath her honey fee | P |
Or like the warbling lark intent to shroud | Q |
His head in sunbeams or a bowery cloud | Q |
She soars and here and there her pinions rest | R |
On proud towers like this humble cottage blest | R |
With a new visitant an infant guest | R |
Towers where red streamers flout the breezy sky | S |
In pomp foreseen by her creative eye | S |
When feasts shall crowd the hall and steeple bells | T |
Glad proclamation make and heights and dells | T |
Catch the blithe music as it sinks and swells | T |
And harboured ships whose pride is on the sea | T |
Shall hoist their topmost flags in sign of glee | T |
Honouring the hope of noble ancestry | T |
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But who though neither reckoning ills assigned | U |
By Nature nor reviewing in the mind | U |
The track that was and is and must be worn | V |
With weary feet by all of woman born | V |
Shall 'now' by such a gift with joy be moved | W |
Nor feel the fulness of that joy reproved | W |
Not He whose last faint memory will command | W |
The truth that Britain was his native land | W |
Whose infant soul was tutored to confide | W |
In the cleansed faith for which her martyrs died | W |
Whose boyish ear the voice of her renown | X |
With rapture thrilled whose Youth revered the crown | X |
Of Saxon liberty that Alfred wore | Y |
Alfred dear Babe thy great Progenitor | Z |
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Not He who from her mellowed practice drew | A2 |
His social sense of just and fair and true | A2 |
And saw thereafter on the soil of France | T |
Rash Polity begin her maniac dance | T |
Foundations broken up the deeps run wild | W |
Nor grieved to see himself not unbeguiled | W |
Woke from the dream the dreamer to upbraid | W |
And learn how sanguine expectations fade | W |
When novel trusts by folly are betrayed | W |
To see Presumption turning pale refrain | B2 |
From further havoc but repent in vain | B2 |
Good aims lie down and perish in the road | W |
Where guilt had urged them on with ceaseless goad | W |
Proofs thickening round her that on public ends | T |
Domestic virtue vitally depends | T |
That civic strife can turn the happiest hearth | C2 |
Into a grievous sore of self tormenting earth | D2 |
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Can such a One dear Babe though glad and proud | W |
To welcome thee repel the fears that crowd | W |
Into his English breast and spare to quake | E2 |
Less for his own than for thy innocent sake | E2 |
Too late or should the providence of God | W |
Lead through dark ways by sin and sorrow trod | W |
Justice and peace to a secure abode | W |
Too soon thou com'st into this breathing world | W |
Ensigns of mimic outrage are unfurled | W |
Who shall preserve or prop the tottering Realm | F2 |
What hand suffice to govern the state helm | F2 |
If in the aims of men the surest test | W |
Of good or bad whate'er be sought for or profest | W |
Lie in the means required or ways ordained | W |
For compassing the end else never gained | W |
Yet governors and governed both are blind | W |
To this plain truth or fling it to the wind | W |
If to expedience principle must bow | G2 |
Past future shrinking up beneath the incumbent Now | G2 |
If cowardly concession still must feed | W |
The thirst for power in men who ne'er concede | W |
Nor turn aside unless to shape a way | J |
For domination at some riper day | J |
If generous Loyalty must stand in awe | H2 |
Of subtle Treason in his mask of law | I2 |
Or with bravado insolent and hard | W |
Provoking punishment to win reward | W |
If office help the factious to conspire | Z |
And they who 'should' extinguish fan the fire | Z |
Then will the sceptre be a straw the crown | X |
Sit loosely like the thistle's crest of down | X |
To be blown off at will by Power that spares it | W |
In cunning patience from the head that wears it | W |
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Lost people trained to theoretic feud | W |
Lost above all ye labouring multitude | W |
Bewildered whether ye by slanderous tongues | T |
Deceived mistake calamities for wrongs | T |
And over fancied usurpations brood | W |
Oft snapping at revenge in sullen mood | W |
Or from long stress of real injuries fly | S |
To desperation for a remedy | W |
In bursts of outrage spread your judgments wide | W |
And to your wrath cry out Be thou our guide | W |
Or bound by oaths come forth to tread earth's floor | Y |
In marshalled thousands darkening street and moor | J2 |
With the worst shape mock patience ever wore | Y |
Or to the giddy top of self esteem | K2 |
By Flatterers carried mount into a dream | K2 |
Of boundless suffrage at whose sage behest | W |
Justice shall rule disorder be supprest | W |
And every man sit down as Plenty's Guest | W |
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Oh for a bridle bitted with remorse | T |
To stop your Leaders in their headstrong course | T |
Oh may the Almighty scatter with his grace | T |
These mists and lead you to a safer place | T |
By paths no human wisdom can foretrace | T |
May He pour round you from worlds far above | N |
Man's feverish passions his pure light of love | N |
That quietly restores the natural mien | L2 |
To hope and makes truth willing to be seen | L2 |
'Else' shall your blood stained hands in frenzy reap | C |
Fields gaily sown when promises were cheap | C |
Why is the Past belied with wicked art | W |
The Future made to play so false a part | W |
Among a people famed for strength of mind | W |
Foremost in freedom noblest of mankind | W |
We act as if we joyed in the sad tune | M2 |
Storms make in rising valued in the moon | M2 |
Nought but her changes Thus ungrateful Nation | N2 |
If thou persist and scorning moderation | N2 |
Spread for thyself the snares of tribulation | N2 |
Whom then shall meekness guard What saving skill | O2 |
Lie in forbearance strength in standing still | O2 |
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Soon shall the widow for the speed of Time | P2 |
Nought equals when the hours are winged with crime | P2 |
Widow or wife implore on tremulous knee | W |
From him who judged her lord a like decree | W |
The skies will weep o'er old men desolate | W |
Ye little ones Earth shudders at your fate | W |
Outcasts and homeless orphans | T |
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But turn my Soul and from the sleeping pair | B |
Learn thou the beauty of omniscient care | B |
Be strong in faith bid anxious thoughts lie still | O2 |
Seek for the good and cherish it the ill | O2 |
Oppose or bear with a submissive will | O2 |
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William Wordsworth
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