To Ferdinand Seymour Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE FFGGHH IIJK LLMMNNOOPPBBQQRRCC OOAASSTO UUVVWWOOXXOOROSY child with forehead fair | A |
Coral lip and shining hair | A |
In whose mirthful clever eyes | B |
Such a world of gladness lies | B |
As thy loose curls idly straying | C |
O'er thy mother's cheek while playing | C |
Blend her soft lock's shadowy twine | D |
With the glittering light of thine | D |
Who shall say who gazes now | E |
Which is fairest she or thou | E |
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In sweet contrast are ye met | F |
Such as heart could ne'er forget | F |
Thou art brilliant as a flower | G |
Crimsoning in the sunny hour | G |
Merry as a singing bird | H |
In the green wood sweetly heard | H |
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Restless as if fluttering wings | I |
Bore thee on thy wanderings | I |
Ignorant of all distress | J |
Full of childhood's carelessness | K |
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She is gentle she hath known | L |
Something of the echoed tone | L |
Sorrow leaves where'er it goes | M |
In this world of many woes | M |
On her brow such shadows are | N |
As the faint cloud gives the star | N |
Veiling its most holy light | O |
Tho' it still be pure and bright | O |
And the colour in her cheek | P |
To the hue on thine is weak | P |
Save when flush'd with sweet surprise | B |
Sudden welcomes light her eyes | B |
And her softly chisel'd face | Q |
But for living moving grace | Q |
Looks like one of those which beam | R |
In th' Italian painter's dream | R |
Some beloved Madonna bending | C |
O'er the infant she is tending | C |
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Holy bright and undefiled | O |
Mother of the Heaven born child | O |
Who tho' painted strangely fair | A |
Seems but made for holy prayer | A |
Pity tears and sweet appeal | S |
And fondness such as angels feel | S |
Baffling earthly passion's sigh | T |
With serenest majesty | O |
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Oh may those enshrouded years | U |
Whose fair dawn alone appears | U |
May that brightly budding life | V |
Knowing yet not sin nor strife | V |
Bring its store of hoped for joy | W |
Mother to thy laughing boy | W |
And the good thou dost impart | O |
Lies deep treasured in his heart | O |
That when he at length shall strive | X |
In the bad world where we live | X |
THY sweet name may still be blest | O |
As one who taught his soul true rest | O |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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