Sonnet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


The Lord of Life shakes off his drowsihedA
And 'gins to sprinkle on the earth belowB
Those rays that from his shaken locks do flowB
Meantime by truant love of rambling ledA
I turn my back on thy detested wallsC
Proud city and thy sons I leave behindA
A sordid selfish money getting kindA
Brute things who shut their ears when Freedom callsC
I pass not thee so lightly well known spireD
That mindest me of many a pleasure goneE
Of merrier days of love and IslingtonE
Kindling afresh the flames of past desireF
And I shall muse on thee slow journeying onE
To the green plains of pleasant HertfordshireF

Charles Lamb


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