Passion. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IBJB KBKB LMNM OPOOP QRQR STST UVUV WQWQ XYXY| Some have won a wild delight | A |
| By daring wilder sorrow | B |
| Could I gain thy love to night | A |
| I'd hazard death to morrow | B |
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| Could the battle struggle earn | C |
| One kind glance from thine eye | D |
| How this withering heart would burn | C |
| The heady fight to try | D |
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| Welcome nights of broken sleep | E |
| And days of carnage cold | F |
| Could I deem that thou wouldst weep | E |
| To hear my perils told | F |
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| Tell me if with wandering bands | G |
| I roam full far away | H |
| Wilt thou to those distant lands | G |
| In spirit ever stray | H |
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| Wild long a trumpet sounds afar | I |
| Bid me bid me go | B |
| Where Seik and Briton meet in war | J |
| On Indian Sutlej's flow | B |
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| Blood has dyed the Sutlej's waves | K |
| With scarlet stain I know | B |
| Indus' borders yawn with graves | K |
| Yet command me go | B |
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| Though rank and high the holocaust | L |
| Of nations steams to heaven | M |
| Glad I'd join the death doomed host | N |
| Were but the mandate given | M |
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| Passion's strength should nerve my arm | O |
| Its ardour stir my life | P |
| Till human force to that dread charm | O |
| Should yield and sink in wild alarm | O |
| Like trees to tempest strife | P |
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| If hot from war I seek thy love | Q |
| Darest thou turn aside | R |
| Darest thou then my fire reprove | Q |
| By scorn and maddening pride | R |
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| No my will shall yet control | S |
| Thy will so high and free | T |
| And love shall tame that haughty soul | S |
| Yes tenderest love for me | T |
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| I'll read my triumph in thine eyes | U |
| Behold and prove the change | V |
| Then leave perchance my noble prize | U |
| Once more in arms to range | V |
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| I'd die when all the foam is up | W |
| The bright wine sparkling high | Q |
| Nor wait till in the exhausted cup | W |
| Life's dull dregs only lie | Q |
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| Then Love thus crowned with sweet reward | X |
| Hope blest with fulness large | Y |
| I'd mount the saddle draw the sword | X |
| And perish in the charge | Y |
Charlotte Bronte
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