The Unfortunate Lover Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD AAEEFFGH AAIIAAJJ AAKKLLMM LLNNOOPP OOEEQRAA OOSSAAOO OOAATTAA

Alas how pleasant are their dayesA
With whom the Infant Love yet playesA
Sorted by pairs they still are seenB
By Fountains cool and Shadows greenB
But soon these Flames do lose their lightC
Like Meteors of a Summers nightC
Nor can they to that Region climbD
To make impression upon TimeD
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'Twas in a Shipwrack when the SeasA
Rul'd and the Winds did what they pleaseA
That my poor Lover floting layE
And e're brought forth was cast awayE
Till at the last the master WaveF
Upon the Rock his Mother draveF
And there she split against the StoneG
In a Cesarian SectionH
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The Sea him lent these bitter TearsA
Which at his Eyes he alwaies bearsA
And from the Winds the Sighs he boreI
Which through his surging Breast do roarI
No Day he saw but that which breaksA
Through frighted Clouds in forked streaksA
While round the ratling Thunder hurl'dJ
As at the Fun'ral of the WorldJ
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While Nature to his Birth presentsA
This masque of quarrelling ElementsA
A num'rous fleet of Corm'rants blackK
That sail'd insulting o're the WrackK
Receiv'd into their cruel CareL
Th' unfortunate and abject HeirL
Guardians most fit to entertainM
The Orphan of the HurricaneM
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They fed him up with Hopes and AirL
Which soon digested to DespairL
And as one Corm'rant fed him stillN
Another on his Heart did billN
Thus while they famish him and feastO
He both consumed and increastO
And languished with doubtful BreathP
Th' Amphibium of Life and DeathP
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And now when angry Heaven wou'dO
Behold a spectacle of BloodO
Fortune and He are call'd to playE
At sharp before it all the dayE
And Tyrant Love his brest does plyQ
With all his wing'd ArtilleryR
Whilst he betwixt the Flames and WavesA
Like Ajax the mad Tempest bravesA
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See how he nak'd and fierce does standO
Cuffing the Thunder with one handO
While with the other he does lockS
And grapple with the stubborn RockS
From which he with each Wave reboundsA
Torn into Flames and ragg'd with WoundsA
And all he saies a Lover drestO
In his own Blood does relish bestO
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This is the only BanneretO
That ever Love created yetO
Who though by the Malignant StarrsA
Forced to live in Storms and WarrsA
Yet dying leaves a Perfume hereT
And Musick within every EarT
And he in Story only rulesA
In a Field Sable a Lover GulesA

Andrew Marvell



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