Of My Lady Isabella Playing On The Lute Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFGHHIIJJ| Such moving sounds from such a careless touch | A |
| So unconcerned herself and we so much | A |
| What art is this that with so little pains | B |
| Transports us thus and o'er the spirit reigns | B |
| The trembling strings about her fingers crowd | C |
| And tell their joy for every kiss aloud | C |
| Small force there needs to make them tremble so | D |
| Touched by that hand who would not tremble too | E |
| Here love takes stand and while she charms the ear | F |
| Empties his quiver on the listening deer | G |
| Music so softens and disarms the mind | H |
| That not an arrow does resistance find | H |
| Thus the fair tyrant celebrates the prize | I |
| And acts herself the the triumph of her eyes | I |
| So Nero once with harp in hand surveyed | J |
| His flaming Rome and as it burned he played | J |
Edmund Waller
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