A Dead Rose Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBA ACCA ADDA AEFA ABBA AGGA ABBA AHHA| O Rose who dares to name thee | A |
| No longer roseate now nor soft nor sweet | B |
| But pale and hard and dry as stubble wheat | B |
| Kept seven years in a drawer thy titles shame thee | A |
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| The breeze that used to blow thee | A |
| Between the hedgerow thorns and take away | C |
| An odour up the lane to last all day | C |
| If breathing now unsweetened would forego thee | A |
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| The sun that used to smite thee | A |
| And mix his glory in thy gorgeous urn | D |
| Till beam appeared to bloom and flower to burn | D |
| If shining now with not a hue would light thee | A |
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| The dew that used to wet thee | A |
| And white first grow incarnadined because | E |
| It lay upon thee where the crimson was | F |
| If dropping now would darken where it met thee | A |
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| The fly that lit upon thee | A |
| To stretch the tendrils of its tiny feet | B |
| Along thy leaf's pure edges after heat | B |
| If lighting now would coldly overrun thee | A |
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| The bee that once did suck thee | A |
| And build thy perfumed ambers up his hive | G |
| And swoon in thee for joy till scarce alive | G |
| If passing now would blindly overlook thee | A |
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| The heart doth recognise thee | A |
| Alone alone The heart doth smell thee sweet | B |
| Doth view thee fair doth judge thee most complete | B |
| Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee | A |
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| Yes and the heart doth owe thee | A |
| More love dead rose than to such roses bold | H |
| As Julia wears at dances smiling cold | H |
| Lie still upon this heart which breaks below thee | A |
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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