The Female Exile Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCBDBDBEBE FGFGHIHIBJBJKLKLBMNM OCOC| Written at Brighthelmstone in Nov | A |
| NOVEMBER'S chill blast on the rough beach is howling | B |
| The surge breaks afar and then foams to the shore | C |
| Dark clouds o'er the sea gather heavy and scowling | B |
| And the white cliffs re echo the wild wintry roar | C |
| Beneath that chalk rock a fair stranger reclining | B |
| Has found on damp sea weed a cold lonely seat | D |
| Her eyes fill'd with tears and her heart with repining | B |
| She starts at the billows that burst at her feet | D |
| There day after day with an anxious heart heaving | B |
| She watches the waves where they mingle with air | E |
| For the sail which alas all her fond hopes deceiving | B |
| May bring only tidings to add to her care | E |
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| Loose stream to wild winds those fair flowing tresses | F |
| Once woven with garlands of gay summer flowers | G |
| Her dress unregarded bespeaks her distresses | F |
| And beauty is blighted by grief's heavy hours | G |
| Her innocent children unconscious of sorrow | H |
| To seek the gloss'd shell or the crimson weed stray | I |
| Amused with the present they heed not to morrow | H |
| Nor think of the storm that is gathering to day | I |
| The gilt fairy ship with its ribbon sail spreading | B |
| They launch on the salt pool the tide left behind | J |
| Ah victims for whom their sad mother is dreading | B |
| The multiplied miseries that wait on mankind | J |
| To fair fortune born she beholds them with anguish | K |
| Now wanderers with her on a once hostile soil | L |
| Perhaps doom'd for life in chill penury to languish | K |
| Or abject dependence or soul crushing toil | L |
| But the sea boat her hopes and her terrors renewing | B |
| O'er the dim grey horizon now faintly appears | M |
| She flies to the quay dreading tidings of ruin | N |
| All breathless with haste half expiring with fears | M |
| Poor mourner I would that my fortune had left me | O |
| The means to alleviate the woes I deplore | C |
| But like thine my hard fate has of affluence bereft me | O |
| I can warm the cold heart of the wretched no more | C |
Charlotte Smith
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