A Death-scene. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CBCB DEDE FGFG HAHA IJIK LMNM FOFO BGBG BPBP FQFQ RSRR BRBR| O day he cannot die | A |
| When thou so fair art shining | B |
| O Sun in such a glorious sky | A |
| So tranquilly declining | B |
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| He cannot leave thee now | C |
| While fresh west winds are blowing | B |
| And all around his youthful brow | C |
| Thy cheerful light is glowing | B |
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| Edward awake awake | D |
| The golden evening gleams | E |
| Warm and bright on Arden's lake | D |
| Arouse thee from thy dreams | E |
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| Beside thee on my knee | F |
| My dearest friend I pray | G |
| That thou to cross the eternal sea | F |
| Wouldst yet one hour delay | G |
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| I hear its billows roar | H |
| I see them foaming high | A |
| But no glimpse of a further shore | H |
| Has blest my straining eye | A |
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| Believe not what they urge | I |
| Of Eden isles beyond | J |
| Turn back from that tempestuous surge | I |
| To thy own native land | K |
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| It is not death but pain | L |
| That struggles in thy breast | M |
| Nay rally Edward rouse again | N |
| I cannot let thee rest | M |
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| One long look that sore reproved me | F |
| For the woe I could not bear | O |
| One mute look of suffering moved me | F |
| To repent my useless prayer | O |
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| And with sudden check the heaving | B |
| Of distraction passed away | G |
| Not a sign of further grieving | B |
| Stirred my soul that awful day | G |
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| Paled at length the sweet sun setting | B |
| Sunk to peace the twilight breeze | P |
| Summer dews fell softly wetting | B |
| Glen and glade and silent trees | P |
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| Then his eyes began to weary | F |
| Weighed beneath a mortal sleep | Q |
| And their orbs grew strangely dreary | F |
| Clouded even as they would weep | Q |
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| But they wept not but they changed not | R |
| Never moved and never closed | S |
| Troubled still and still they ranged not | R |
| Wandered not nor yet reposed | R |
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| So I knew that he was dying | B |
| Stooped and raised his languid head | R |
| Felt no breath and heard no sighing | B |
| So I knew that he was dead | R |
Emily Bronte
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