Verses Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDEDEFGHG IJIJDKDKLMLMNONOPQRS GTGT| On the Death of the same Lady written in Sept | A |
| LIKE a poor ghost the night I seek | B |
| Its hollow winds repeat my sighs | C |
| The cold dews mingle on my cheek | B |
| With tears that wander from mine eyes | C |
| The thorns that still my couch molest | D |
| Have robb'd these heavy eyes of sleep | E |
| But though deprived of tranquil rest | D |
| I here at last am free to weep | E |
| Twelve times the moon that rises red | F |
| O'er yon tall wood of shadowy pine | G |
| Has fill'd her orb since low was laid | H |
| My Harriet that sweet form of thine | G |
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| While each sad month as slow it pass'd | I |
| Brought some new sorrow to deplore | J |
| Some grief more poignant than the last | I |
| But thou canst calm those griefs no more | J |
| No more thy friendship soothes to rest | D |
| This wearied spirit tempest toss'd | K |
| The cares that weigh upon my breast | D |
| Are doubly felt since thou art lost | K |
| Bright visions of ideal grace | L |
| That the young poet's dreams inflame | M |
| Were not more lovely than thy face | L |
| Were not more perfect than thy frame | M |
| Wit that no sufferings could impair | N |
| Was thine and thine those mental powers | O |
| Of force to chase the fiends that tear | N |
| From Fancy's hands her budding flowers | O |
| O'er what my angel friend thou wert | P |
| Dejected Memory loves to mourn | Q |
| Regretting still that tender heart | R |
| Now withering in a distant urn | S |
| But ere that wood of shadowy pine | G |
| Twelve times shall yon full orb behold | T |
| This sickening heart that bleeds for thine | G |
| My Harriet may like thine be cold | T |
Charlotte Smith
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