The Death Of Artists Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFFE GGH IJK| How many times must I jingle my little bells | A |
| And kiss your ugly forehead shabby substitute | B |
| How many my quiver spears and bolts to lose | C |
| Trying to hit the target nature's mystic self | D |
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| We will wear out our souls concocting subtle schemes | E |
| And we'll be wrecking heavy armatures we've done | F |
| Before we gaze upon the great and wondrous One | F |
| For whom we've often sobbed wracked by the devil's dreams | E |
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| But some have never known their Idol face to face | G |
| These poor accursed sculptors marked by their disgrace | G |
| Who go to beat themselves about the breast and brow | H |
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| Have only but a hope strange sombre Capitol | I |
| It is that Death a new and hovering sun will find | J |
| A way to bring to bloom the flowers of their minds | K |
Charles Baudelaire
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