Isaura Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B A B C D C E F G F G H I H J K L K L M N M N K O K O A P A Q| Dost thou not tire Isaura of this play | A |
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| 'What play ' Why this old play of winning hearts | B |
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| Nay now lift not thine eyes in that feigned way | A |
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| 'Tis all in vain I know thee and thine arts | B |
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| Let us be frank Isaura I have made | C |
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| A study of thee and while I admire | D |
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| The practised skill with which thy plans are laid | C |
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| I can but wonder if thou dost not tire | E |
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| Why I tire even of Hamlet and Macbeth | F |
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| When overlong the season runs I find | G |
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| Those master scenes of passion blood and death | F |
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| After a time do pall upon my mind | G |
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| Dost thou not tire of lifting up thine eyes | H |
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| To read the story thou hast read so oft | I |
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| Of ardent glances and deep quivering sighs | H |
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| Of haughty faces suddenly grown soft | J |
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| Is it not stale oh very stale to thee | K |
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| The scene that follows Hearts are much the same | L |
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| The loves of men but vary in degree | K |
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| They find no new expressions for the flame | L |
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| Thou must know all they utter ere they speak | M |
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| As I know Hamlet's part whoever plays | N |
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| Oh does it not seem sometimes poor and weak | M |
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| I think thou must grow weary of their ways | N |
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| I pity thee Isaura I would be | K |
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| The humblest maiden with her dream untold | O |
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| Rather than live a Queen of Hearts like thee | K |
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| And find life's rarest treasures stale and old | O |
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| I pity thee for now let come what may | A |
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| Fame glory riches yet life will lack all | P |
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| Wherewith can salt be salted And what way | A |
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| Can life be seasoned after love doth pall | Q |
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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