Twins Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBBCDDDC EEEFGGGF HHHIJJJI KKKLMMML NNNOPPPO QQQKRRRK OOORSSTR UUUVKKKV WWWXYYZX A2B2B2GC2C2C2G D2D2D2XE2E2E2X WWWF2G2G2G2F2 H2H2H2I2JJJI2 J2J2J2E2XXXE2 K2 L2L2L2MI2I2I2M| Affectionately Inscribed to W M R and L R | A |
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| April on whose wings | B |
| Ride all gracious things | B |
| Like the star that brings | B |
| All things good to man | C |
| Ere his light that yet | D |
| Makes the month shine set | D |
| And fair May forget | D |
| Whence her birth began | C |
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| Brings as heart would choose | E |
| Sound of golden news | E |
| Bright as kindling dews | E |
| When the dawn begins | F |
| Tidings clear as mirth | G |
| Sweet as air and earth | G |
| Now that hail the birth | G |
| Twice thus blest of twins | F |
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| In the lovely land | H |
| Where with hand in hand | H |
| Lovers wedded stand | H |
| Other joys before | I |
| Made your mixed life sweet | J |
| Now as Time sees meet | J |
| Three glad blossoms greet | J |
| Two glad blossoms more | I |
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| Fed with sun and dew | K |
| While your joys were new | K |
| First arose and grew | K |
| One bright olive shoot | L |
| Then a fair and fine | M |
| Slip of warm haired pine | M |
| Felt the sweet sun shine | M |
| On its leaf and fruit | L |
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| And it wore for mark | N |
| Graven on the dark | N |
| Beauty of its bark | N |
| That the noblest name | O |
| Worn in song of old | P |
| By the king whose bold | P |
| Hand had fast in hold | P |
| All the flower of fame | O |
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| Then with southern skies | Q |
| Flattered in her eyes | Q |
| Which in lovelier wise | Q |
| Yet reflect their blue | K |
| Brightened more being bright | R |
| Here with life's delight | R |
| And with love's live light | R |
| Glorified anew | K |
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| Came as fair as came | O |
| One who bore her name | O |
| She that broke as flame | O |
| From the swan shell white | R |
| Crowned with tender hair | S |
| Only but more fair | S |
| Than all queens that were | T |
| Themes of oldworld fight | R |
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| Of your flowers the third | U |
| Bud or new fledged bird | U |
| In your hearts' nest heard | U |
| Murmuring like a dove | V |
| Bright as those that drew | K |
| Over waves where blew | K |
| No loud wind the blue | K |
| Heaven hued car of love | V |
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| Not the glorious grace | W |
| Even of that one face | W |
| Potent to displace | W |
| All the towers of Troy | X |
| Surely shone more clear | Y |
| Once with childlike cheer | Y |
| Than this child's face here | Z |
| Now with living joy | X |
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| After these again | A2 |
| Here in April's train | B2 |
| Breaks the bloom of twain | B2 |
| Blossoms in one birth | G |
| For a crown of May | C2 |
| On the front of day | C2 |
| When he takes his way | C2 |
| Over heaven and earth | G |
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| Half a heavenly thing | D2 |
| Given from heaven to Spring | D2 |
| By the sun her king | D2 |
| Half a tender toy | X |
| Seems a child of curl | E2 |
| Yet too soft to twirl | E2 |
| Seems the flower sweet girl | E2 |
| By the flower bright boy | X |
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| All the kind gods' grace | W |
| All their love embrace | W |
| Ever either face | W |
| Ever brood above them | F2 |
| All soft wings of hours | G2 |
| Screen them as with flowers | G2 |
| From all beams and showers | G2 |
| All life's seasons love them | F2 |
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| When the dews of sleep | H2 |
| Falling lightliest keep | H2 |
| Eyes too close to peep | H2 |
| Forth and laugh off rest | I2 |
| Joy from face to feet | J |
| Fill them as is meet | J |
| Life to them be sweet | J |
| As their mother's breast | I2 |
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| When those dews are dry | J2 |
| And in day's bright eye | J2 |
| Looking full they lie | J2 |
| Bright as rose and pearl | E2 |
| All returns of joy | X |
| Pure of time's alloy | X |
| Bless the rose red boy | X |
| Guard the rose white girl | E2 |
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| POSTSCRIPT | K2 |
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| Friends if I could take | L2 |
| Half a note from Blake | L2 |
| Or but one verse make | L2 |
| Of the Conqueror's mine | M |
| Better than my best | I2 |
| Song above your nest | I2 |
| I would sing the quest | I2 |
| Now seems too divine | M |
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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