From 'daphnaida' Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBC DBDBEBE BBBBEBE BEBEFEF GBHBIBI EJEJBJB KBKBBBB ELELBLJ BCBCCCC| SHE fell away in her first ages spring | A |
| Whil'st yet her leafe was greene and fresh her rinde | B |
| And whil'st her braunch faire blossomes foorth did bring | A |
| She fell away against all course of kinde | B |
| For age to dye is right but youth is wrong | C |
| She fel away like fruit blowne downe with winde | B |
| Weepe Shepheard weepe to make my undersong | C |
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| Yet fell she not as one enforst to dye | D |
| Ne dyde with dread and grudging discontent | B |
| But as one toyld with travaile downe doth lye | D |
| So lay she downe as if to sleepe she went | B |
| And closde her eyes with carelesse quietnesse | E |
| The whiles soft death away her spirit hent | B |
| And soule assoyld from sinfull fleshlinesse | E |
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| How happie was I when I saw her leade | B |
| The Shepheards daughters dauncing in a rownd | B |
| How trimly would she trace and softly tread | B |
| The tender grasse with rosie garland crownd | B |
| And when she list advance her heavenly voyce | E |
| Both Nymphes and Muses nigh she made astownd | B |
| And flocks and shepheards caused to rejoyce | E |
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| But now ye Shepheard lasses who shall lead | B |
| Your wandring troupes or sing your virelayes | E |
| Or who shall dight your bowres sith she is dead | B |
| That was the Lady of your holy dayes | E |
| Let now your blisse be turned into bale | F |
| And into plaints convert your joyous playes | E |
| And with the same fill every hill and dale | F |
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| For I will walke this wandring pilgrimage | G |
| Throughout the world from one to other end | B |
| And in affliction wast my better age | H |
| My bread shall be the anguish of my mind | B |
| My drink the teares which fro mine eyed do raine | I |
| My bed the ground that hardest I may finde | B |
| So will I wilfully increase my paine | I |
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| Ne sleepe the harbenger of wearie wights | E |
| Shall ever lodge upon mine ey lids more | J |
| Ne shall with rest refresh my fainting sprights | E |
| Nor failing force to former strength restore | J |
| But I will wake and sorrow all the night | B |
| With Philumene my fortune to deplore | J |
| With Philumene the partner of my plight | B |
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| And ever as I see the starres to fall | K |
| And under ground to goe to give them light | B |
| Which dwell in darknes I to minde will call | K |
| How my fair Starre that shinde on me so bright | B |
| Fell sodainly and faded under ground | B |
| Since whose departure day is turnd to night | B |
| And night without a Venus starre is found | B |
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| And she my love that was my Saint that is | E |
| When she beholds from her celestiall throne | L |
| In which shee joyeth in eternall blis | E |
| My bitter penance will my case bemone | L |
| And pitie me that living thus doo die | B |
| For heavenly spirits have compassion | L |
| On mortall men and rue their miserie | J |
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| So when I have with sorowe satisfide | B |
| Th' importune fates which vengeance on me seeke | C |
| And th' heavens with long languor pacifide | B |
| She for pure pitie of my sufferance meeke | C |
| Will send for me for which I daylie long | C |
| And will till then my painful penance eeke | C |
| Weep Shepheard weep to make my undersong | C |
Edmund Spenser
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