Dead Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDEFGHIJK LMNOPQRSOTU VWXVYZA2B2C2D2E2 F2G2H2I2TI2JP J2K2I2ZI2L2M2F2I2I2I 2N2O2HN2P2Q2FI2CJ2I2 I2I2R2S2K2T2I2I2S2UH U2I2I2AI2UI2I2V2I2QI 2I2T W2UI2Q2X2Y2Z2A3Z2ON board the Petrel in St Lucia's bay | A |
Of yellow fever ag d twenty nine | B |
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Who did you say my lady drawled the Earl | C |
The duke what duke | D |
I did not speak of dukes | E |
Replied the Countess slowly white and grim | F |
Pressing the rustling sheet between her palms | G |
The while her diamonds heaved upon her breast | H |
And sank and heaved and glitter'd like her eyes | I |
Hungry pathetic eyes 'Tis only Dick | J |
Only a sailor lad I used to know | K |
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Humph A West Indian friend he softly sneer'd | L |
And bow'd and gave his arm The carriage waits | M |
My lady loses time | N |
Then pass'd they out | O |
Through silky servants he the great Earl stark | P |
In plume and crest and linked mediaeval steel | Q |
The Countess en berg re in white and red | R |
With roses diamond dew dropped in her hat | S |
And in her queenly bosom pass'd they out | O |
And through clear gaslight and the avenue | T |
Of silent Champs Elys es to the f te | U |
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Her restless eyes were blind to all the blaze | V |
And motley splendour of the throng'd saloons | W |
The flowers the cool cascades the magic wand | X |
Of Strauss the vine draped balustrades the gaze | V |
Of wistful admiration meeting hers | Y |
At every step The Empress smiled and bow'd | Z |
The Emperor praised the beauty and the taste | A2 |
Of her mock rustic costume princes begged | B2 |
Her fair hand for the dance and her grim lord | C2 |
Scowl'd wrathful on her when she pass'd him by | D2 |
She cared for none she look'd beyond them all | E2 |
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She saw another night a hot bright night | F2 |
A night of years ago danced out in joy | G2 |
'Neath the low roof tree of a planter's house | H2 |
In fair Antigua's bosom saw the stars | I2 |
Large liquid golden swimming in the blue | T |
Shining through open doors and jalousies | I2 |
And the green sparkles of the fire flies thick | J |
About the forest fringing all the dark | P |
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The crimson creepers swaying in the air | J2 |
From white verandah pillars swaying soft | K2 |
The small nest of a humming bird the stems | I2 |
Brown ring'd of feathery palm trees plaintains bow'd | Z |
With broad thick leaves and clustering fruit and seeds | I2 |
In scarlet vessels orange groves white flower'd | L2 |
And sweet with hanging balls of green and gold | M2 |
All vaguely outlined in the mellow night | F2 |
And nearer still a brave brown English face | I2 |
Bent low with clear grey eyes and faithful lips | I2 |
That whisper'd Reine I love you meeting hers | I2 |
The drowsy sound of laughter and light feet | N2 |
Behind them she could hear but the quick throb | O2 |
Of poor Dick's English heart upon her breast | H |
She felt to suffocation Reine my sweet | N2 |
I love you Reine I love you kiss me child | P2 |
And her soft hands stray'd softly round his neck | Q2 |
And softer still she kiss'd him | F |
Then she saw | I2 |
A morning hot and stormy saw the Earl | C |
Drunk with her wondrous beauty standing there | J2 |
Where Dick had stood She saw his cultured ways | I2 |
His high bred stately courtesy and grace | I2 |
She heard his subtle flatteries his tales | I2 |
Of the great world of court and city life | R2 |
With gaping ears and speculating brain | S2 |
The voice of the arch tempter low and soft | K2 |
Spoke in his polished accents Reine 'tis sin | T2 |
'Tis sin and shame that such a face as yours | I2 |
Should waste its sweetness in these heathen isles | I2 |
There's not a fairer face in Europe Reine | S2 |
'Tis worth a coronet Come back with me | U |
As a great earl's wife in his diamonds dress'd | H |
You would have homage like a crown d queen | U2 |
She shudder'd now his diamonds gall'd her worse | I2 |
Than felon's chains | I2 |
Anon she saw a bay | A |
Blue limpid water fringed with dipping palms | I2 |
A green rock gateway opening on the sea | U |
Green cane fields stretching upward woods and hills | I2 |
Lying entangled in the summer clouds | I2 |
An English ship at anchor burning noon | V2 |
A thin brown fever'd face with hungry eyes | I2 |
Roaming from side to side in dumb appeal | Q |
Which none could understand and dying lips | I2 |
Muttering to vacant air and heedless ears | I2 |
I love you Reine I love you | T |
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O my love | W2 |
O Dick my Dick would I could sleep with thee | U |
In thy last happy sleep among the palms | I2 |
With my dead hands clasp'd tight about thy neck | Q2 |
O Dick I did not mean it did not think | X2 |
And now my heart is broken | Y2 |
Take me home | Z2 |
The rooms are hot my lord and I am faint | A3 |
The music makes me giddy Take me home | Z2 |
Ada Cambridge
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