The Creole Girl; Or, The Physician-s Story Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCB A BDBDA EFEFC GHGHC IJIJC KLKLC MNMNC OPOPK BKBKK CQCQK RKSKK HTHTK KUKUC VOWOC XYYYC KYKYC YYYYC BZBZK YYYYK KA2KA2K YB2YB2K C2KC2KK YYYYC D2CD2CC FE2FF2C CKCKC KYKYC KBKBK F2YF2YK CYCYK KG2KG2K YB2YB2K FYFYC YBYBC H2YH2YC YUYUC YI2YI2C J2YJ2YK K2YK2YF L2KL2KF KJKJ AA YYYYA Y YYA M2I | A |
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SHE came to England from the island clime | B |
Which lies beyond the far Atlantic wave | C |
She died in early youth before her time | B |
'Peace to her broken heart and virgin grave ' | - |
II | A |
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She was the child of Passion and of Shame | B |
English her father and of noble birth | D |
Though too obscure for good or evil fame | B |
Her unknown mother faded from the earth | D |
III | A |
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And what that fair West Indian did betide | E |
None knew but he who least of all might tell | F |
But that she lived and loved and lonely died | E |
And sent this orphan child with him to dwell | F |
IV | C |
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Oh that a fair and innocent young face | G |
Should have a poison in its looks alone | H |
To raise up thoughts of sorrow and disgrace | G |
And shame most bitter although not its own | H |
V | C |
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Cruel were they who flung that heavy shade | I |
Across the life whose days did but begin | J |
Cruel were they who crush'd her heart and made | I |
Her youth pay penance for his youth's wild sin | J |
VI | C |
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Yet so it was among her father's friends | K |
A cold compassion made contempt seem light | L |
But in 'the world ' no justice e'er defends | K |
The victims of their tortuous wrong and right | L |
VII | C |
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And 'moral England ' striking down the weak | M |
And smiling at the vices of the strong | N |
On her poor child her parent's guilt would wreak | M |
And that which was her grievance made her wrong | N |
VIII | C |
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The world she understood not nor did they | O |
Who made that world her either understand | P |
The very glory of her features' play | O |
Seem'd like the language of a foreign land | P |
IX | K |
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The shadowy feelings rich and wild and warm | B |
That glow'd and mantled in her lovely face | K |
The slight full beauty of her youthful form | B |
Its gentle majesty its pliant grace | K |
X | K |
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The languid lustre of her speaking eye | C |
The indolent smile of that bewitching mouth | Q |
Which more than all betray'd her natal sky | C |
And left us dreaming of the sunny South | Q |
XI | K |
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The passionate variation of her blood | R |
Which rose and sank as rise and sink the waves | K |
With every change of her most changeful mood | S |
Shock'd sickly Fashion's pale and guarded slaves | K |
XII | K |
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And so in this fair world she stood alone | H |
An alien 'mid the ever moving crowd | T |
A wandering stranger nameless and unknown | H |
Her claim to human kindness disallow'd | T |
XIII | K |
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But oft would Passion's bold and burning gaze | K |
And Curiosity's set frozen stare | U |
Fix on her beauty in those early days | K |
And coarsely thus her loveliness declare | U |
XIV | C |
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Which she would shrink from as the gentle plant | V |
Fern leaved Mimosa folds itself away | O |
Suffering and sad for easy 'twas to daunt | W |
One who on earth had no protecting stay | O |
XV | C |
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And often to her eye's transparent lid | X |
The unshed tears would rise with sudden start | Y |
And sink again as though by Reason chid | Y |
Back to their gentle home her wounded heart | Y |
XVI | C |
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Even as some gushing fountain idly wells | K |
Up to the prison of its marble side | Y |
Whose power the mounting wave for ever quells | K |
So rose her tears so stemm'd by virgin pride | Y |
XVII | C |
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And so more lonely each succeeding day | Y |
As she her lot did better understand | Y |
She lived a life which had in it decay | Y |
A flower transplanted to too cold a land | Y |
XVIII | C |
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Which for a while gives out a hope of bloom | B |
Then fades and pines because it may not feel | Z |
The freedom and the warmth which gave it room | B |
The beauty of its nature to reveal | Z |
XIX | K |
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For vainly would the heart accept its lot | Y |
And rouse its strength to bear avow'd contempt | Y |
Scorn will be felt as scorn deserved or not | Y |
And from its bitter spell none stand exempt | Y |
XX | K |
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There is a basilisk power in human eyes | K |
When they would look a fellow creature down | A2 |
'Neath which the faint soul fascinated lies | K |
Struck by the cold sneer or the with'ring frown | A2 |
XXI | K |
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But one there was among that cruel crowd | Y |
Whose nature half rebell'd against the chain | B2 |
Which fashion flung around him though too proud | Y |
To own that slavery's weariness and pain | B2 |
XXII | K |
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Too proud perhaps too weak for Custom still | C2 |
Curbs with an iron bit the souls born free | K |
They start and chafe yet bend them to the will | C2 |
Of this most nameless ruler so did he | K |
XXIII | K |
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And even unto him the worldly brand | Y |
Which rested on her half her charm effaced | Y |
Vainly all pure and radiant did she stand | Y |
Even unto him she was a thing disgraced | Y |
XXIV | C |
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Had she been early doom'd a cloister'd nun | D2 |
To Heaven devoted by a holy vow | C |
His union with that poor deserted one | D2 |
Had seem'd not more impossible than now | C |
XXV | C |
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He could have loved her fervently and well | F |
But still the cold world with its false allure | E2 |
Bound his free liking in an icy spell | F |
And made its whole foundation insecure | F2 |
XXVI | C |
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But not like meaner souls would he to prove | C |
A vulgar admiration her pursue | K |
For though his glances after her would rove | C |
As something beautiful and strange and new | K |
XXVII | C |
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They were withdrawn if but her eye met his | K |
Or for an instant if their light remain'd | Y |
They soften'd into gentlest tenderness | K |
As asking pardon that his look had pain'd | Y |
XXVIII | C |
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And she was nothing unto him nor he | K |
Aught unto her but each of each did dream | B |
In the still hours of thought when we are free | K |
To quit the real world for the things which seem | B |
XXIX | K |
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When in his heart Love's folded wings would stir | F2 |
And bid his youth choose out a fitting mate | Y |
Against his will his thoughts roam'd back to her | F2 |
And all around seem'd blank and desolate | Y |
XXX | K |
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When in his worldly haunts a smother'd sigh | C |
Told he had won some lady of the land | Y |
The dreaming glances of his earnest eye | C |
Beheld far off the Creole orphan stand | Y |
XXXI | K |
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And to the beauty by his side he froze | K |
As though she were not fair nor he so young | G2 |
And turn'd on her such looks of cold repose | K |
As check'd the trembling accents of her tongue | G2 |
XXXII | K |
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And bid her heart's dim passion seek to hide | Y |
Its gathering strength although the task be pain | B2 |
Lest she become that mock to woman's pride | Y |
A wretch that loves unwoo'd and loves in vain | B2 |
XXXIII | K |
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So in his heart she dwelt as one may dwell | F |
Upon the verge of a forbidden ground | Y |
And oft he struggled hard to break the spell | F |
And banish her but vain the effort found | Y |
XXXIV | C |
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For still along the winding way which led | Y |
Into his inmost soul unbidden came | B |
Her haunting form and he was visited | Y |
By echoes soft of her unspoken name | B |
XXXV | C |
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Through the long night when those we love seem near | H2 |
However cold however far away | Y |
Borne on the wings of floating dreams which cheer | H2 |
And give us strength to meet the struggling day | Y |
XXXVI | C |
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And when in twilight hours she roved apart | Y |
Feeding her love sick soul with visions fair | U |
The shadow of his eyes was on her heart | Y |
And the smooth masses of his shining hair | U |
XXXVII | C |
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Rose in the glory of the evening light | Y |
And where she wander'd glided evermore | I2 |
A star which beam'd upon her world's lone night | Y |
Where nothing glad had ever shone before | I2 |
XXXVIII | C |
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But vague and girlish was that love no hope | J2 |
Even of familiar greeting ever cross'd | Y |
Its innocent but oh most boundless scope | J2 |
She loved him and she knew her love was lost | Y |
XXXIX | K |
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She gazed on him as one from out a bark | K2 |
Bound onward to a cold and distant strand | Y |
Some lovely bay some haven fair may mark | K2 |
Stretching far inward to a sunnier land | Y |
XL | F |
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Who knowing he must still sail on turns back | L2 |
To watch with dreaming and most mournful eyes | K |
The ruffling foam which follows in his track | L2 |
Or the deep starlight of the shoreless skies | K |
XLI | F |
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Oh many a hopeless love like this may be | K |
For love will live that never looks to win | J |
Gems rashly lost in Passion's stormy sea | K |
Not to be lifted forth when once cast in | J |
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PART II | A |
I | A |
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So time roll'd on till suddenly that child | Y |
Of southern clime and feelings droop'd and pined | Y |
Her cheek wax'd paler and her eye grew wild | Y |
And from her youthful form all strength declined | Y |
II | A |
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'Twas then I knew her late and vainly call'd | Y |
To 'minister unto a mind diseased ' | - |
When on her heart's faint sickness all things pall'd | Y |
And the deep inward pain was never eased | Y |
III | A |
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Her step | M2 |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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