Written After The Death Of Charles Lamb Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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To a good Man of most dear memoryA
This Stone is sacred Here he lies apartB
From the great city where he first drew breathC
Was reared and taught and humbly earned his breadD
To the strict labours of the merchant's deskE
By duty chained Not seldom did those tasksF
Tease and the thought of time so spent depressG
His spirit but the recompense was highH
Firm Independence Bounty's rightful sireI
Affections warm as sunshine free as airJ
And when the precious hours of leisure cameK
Knowledge and wisdom gained from converse sweetL
With books or while he ranged the crowded streetsM
With a keen eye and overflowing heartB
So genius triumphed over seeming wrongN
And poured out truth in works by thoughtful loveO
Inspired works potent over smiles and tearsP
And as round mountain tops the lightning playsQ
Thus innocently sported breaking forthR
As from a cloud of some grave sympathyA
Humour and wild instinctive wit and allS
The vivid flashes of his spoken wordsT
From the most gentle creature nursed in fieldsU
Had been derived the name he bore a nameK
Wherever Christian altars have been raisedV
Hallowed to meekness and to innocenceW
And if in him meekness at times gave wayX
Provoked out of herself by troubles strangeY
Many and strange that hung about his lifeZ
Still at the centre of his being lodgedA2
A soul by resignation sanctifiedA2
And if too often self reproached he feltA2
That innocence belongs not to our kindA2
A power that never ceased to abide in himB2
Charity 'mid the multitude of sinsC2
That she can cover left not his exposedA2
To an unforgiving judgment from just HeavenD2
Oh he was good if e'er a good Man livedA2
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From a reflecting mind and sorrowing heartA2
Those simple lines flowed with an earnest wishE2
Though but a doubting hope that they might serveF2
Fitly to guard the precious dust of himB2
Whose virtues called them forth That aim is missedA2
For much that truth most urgently requiredA2
Had from a faltering pen been asked in vainG2
Yet haply on the printed page receivedA2
The imperfect record there may stand unblamedA2
As long as verse of mine shall breathe the airJ
Of memory or see the light of loveO
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Thou wert a scorner of the fields my FriendA2
But more in show than truth and from the fieldsU
And from the mountains to thy rural graveH2
Transported my soothed spirit hovers o'erI
Its green untrodden turf and blowing flowersI2
And taking up a voice shall speak tho' stillJ2
Awed by the theme's peculiar sanctityA2
Which words less free presumed not even to touchK2
Of that fraternal love whose heaven lit lampL2
From infancy through manhood to the lastA2
Of threescore years and to thy latest hourI
Burnt on with ever strengthening light enshrinedA2
Within thy bosomM2
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Wonderful hath beenN2
The love established between man and manO2
Passing the love of women and betweenP2
Man and his help mate in fast wedlock joinedA2
Through God is raised a spirit and soul of loveO
Without whose blissful influence ParadiseQ2
Had been no Paradise and earth were nowR2
A waste where creatures bearing human formS2
Direst of savage beasts would roam in fearT2
Joyless and comfortless Our days glide onU2
And let him grieve who cannot choose but grieveV2
That he hath been an Elm without his VineW2
And her bright dower of clustering charitiesX2
That round his trunk and branches might have clungY2
Enriching and adorning Unto theeA2
Not so enriched not so adorned to theeA2
Was given say rather thou of later birthZ2
Wert given to her a Sister 'tis a wordA2
Timidly uttered for she 'lives' the meekA3
The self restraining and the ever kindA2
In whom thy reason and intelligent heartA2
Found for all interests hopes and tender caresP
All softening humanising hallowing powersI2
Whether withheld or for her sake unsoughtA2
More than sufficient recompenseB3
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Her loveO
What weakness prompts the voice to tell it hereC3
Was as the love of mothers and when yearsD3
Lifting the boy to man's estate had calledA2
The long protected to assume the partA2
Of a protector the first filial tieA2
Was undissolved and in or out of sightA2
Remained imperishably interwovenD2
With life itself Thus 'mid a shifting worldA2
Did they together testify of timeE3
And season's difference a double treeA2
With two collateral stems sprung from one rootA2
Such were they such thro' life they 'might' have beenN2
In union in partition only suchK2
Otherwise wrought the will of the Most HighA2
Yet thro' all visitations and all trialsF3
Still they were faithful like two vessels launchedA2
From the same beach one ocean to exploreG3
With mutual help and sailing to their leagueH3
True as inexorable winds or barsI3
Floating or fixed of polar ice allowR2
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But turn we rather let my spirit turnJ3
With thine O silent and invisible FriendA2
To those dear intervals nor rare nor briefK3
When reunited and by choice withdrawnL3
From miscellaneous converse ye were taughtA2
That the remembrance of foregone distressG
And the worse fear of future ill which oftA2
Doth hang around it as a sickly childA2
Upon its mother may be both alikeM3
Disarmed of power to unsettle present goodA2
So prized and things inward and outward heldA2
In such an even balance that the heartA2
Acknowledges God's grace his mercy feelsN3
And in its depth of gratitude is stillJ2
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O gift divine of quiet sequestrationD2
The hermit exercised in prayer and praiseQ
And feeding daily on the hope of heavenD2
Is happy in his vow and fondly cleavesO3
To life long singleness but happier farP3
Was to your souls and to the thoughts of othersI2
A thousand times more beautiful appearedA2
Your 'dual' loneliness The sacred tieA2
Is broken yet why grieve for Time but holdsQ3
His moiety in trust till Joy shall leadA2
To the blest world where parting is unknownR3
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William Wordsworth



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