The Picture Of Sappho Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDDCA EEFGGFA HHFIIFJ KKFLLFJ MMNOOOJ PPQRSQJ TTUVVUJ OOFJJFU WWXOOXU OOFYZF

IA
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THOU whose impassion'd faceB
The Painter loves to traceB
Theme of the Sculptor's art and Poet's storyC
How many a wand'ring thoughtD
Thy loveliness hath broughtD
Warming the heart with its imagined gloryC
IIA
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Yet was it History's truthE
That tale of wasted youthE
Of endless grief and Love forsaken piningF
What wert thou thou whose woeG
The old traditions showG
With Fame's cold light around thee vainly shiningF
IIIA
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Didst thou indeed sit thereH
In languid lone despairH
Thy harp neglected by thee idly lyingF
Thy soft and earnest gazeI
Watching the lingering raysI
In the far west where summer day was dyingF
IVJ
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While with low rustling wingsK
Among the quivering stringsK
The murmuring breeze faint melody was makingF
As though it wooed thy handL
To strike with new commandL
Or mourn'd with thee because thy heart was breakingF
VJ
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Didst thou as day by dayM
Roll'd heavily awayM
And left thee anxious nerveless and dejectedN
Wandering thro' bowers belovedO
Roving where he had rovedO
Yearn for his presence as for one expectedO
VIJ
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Didst thou with fond wild eyesP
Fix'd on the starry skiesP
Wait feverishly for each new day to wakenQ
Trusting some glorious mornR
Might witness his returnS
Unwilling to believe thyself forsakenQ
VIIJ
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And when conviction cameT
Chilling that heart of flameT
Didst thou O saddest of earth's grieving daughtersU
From the Leucadian steepV
Dash with a desperate leapV
And hide thyself within the whelming watersU
VIIIJ
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Yea in their hollow breastO
Thy heart at length found restO
The ever moving waves above thee closingF
The winds whose ruffling sighJ
Swept the blue waters byJ
Disturb'd thee not thou wert in peace reposingF
IXU
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Such is the tale they tellW
Vain was thy beauty's spellW
Vain all the praise thy song could still inspireX
Though many a happy bandO
Rung with less skilful handO
The borrowed love notes of thy echoing lyreX
XU
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FAME to thy breaking heartO
No comfort could impartO
In vain thy brow the laurel wreath was wearingF
One grief and one aloneY
Could bow thy bright head downZ
Thou wert a WOMAN and wert left despairingF

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton



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