Shelley-s Death Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCB DEDEFFE GHGHIIH JKJKLLK MNMNOON PLPLQQL RSRSTTS UVUVWWV XYZYA2A2Y

What And it was so Thou wert thenA
Death stricken from behindB
O heart of hearts and they were menA
That rent thee from mankindB
Greedy hatred chasing loveC
As a hawk pursues a doveC
Till the soft feathers float upon the careless windB
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Loathed life that I might break the chainD
Which links my kind with meE
To think that human hands for gainD
Should have been turned 'gainst theeE
Thee that wouldst have given thine allF
For the poor the sick the thrallF
And weighed thyself as dross 'gainst their felicityE
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We deemed that Nature jealous grownG
Withdrew the glimpse she gaveH
In thy bright genius of her ownG
And not to slay but saveH
That she timely took back thusI
What had been but lent to usI
Shrouding thee in her winds and lulling 'neath her waveH
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For it seemed meet thou shouldst not longJ
Toss on life's fitful billowK
Nor sleep 'mid mounds of silenced wrongJ
Under the clay cold willowK
Rather that thou shouldst reclineL
Amid waters crystallineL
The sea shells at thy feet and sea weed for thy pillowK
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We felt we had no right to keepM
What never had been oursN
That thou belongedst to the deepM
And the uncounted hoursN
That thou earthly no more wertO
Than the rainbow's melting skirtO
The sunset's fading bloom and midnight's shooting showersN
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And thus resigned our empty handsP
Surrendered thee to thineL
Thinking thee drawn by kindred bandsP
Under the swirling brineL
Playing there on new strung shellQ
Tuned to Ocean's mystic swellQ
Thy lyrical complaints and rhapsodies divineL
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But now to hear no sea nymph fairR
Submerged thee with her smileS
And tempests were content to spareR
Thee to us yet awhileS
But for ghouls in human mouldT
Ravaging the seas for goldT
Oh this blots out the heavens and makes mere living vileS
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Yet thy brief life presaged such deathU
And it was meet that theyV
Who poisoned should have quenched thy breathU
Who slandered thee should slayV
That thy spirit long the markW
Of the dagger drawn in darkW
Should by the ruffian's stroke be ravished from the dayV
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Hush From the grave where I so oftX
Have stood 'mid ruined RomeY
I seem to hear a whisper softZ
Wafted across the foamY
Bidding justest wrath be stillA2
Good feel lovingly for illA2
As exiles for rough paths that help them to their homeY

Alfred Austin



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