Self-interogation. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCE FGFG HIHI JGJG K KL MAMA NBNB OPOP DQDQ RKRK STST| The evening passes fast away | A |
| 'Tis almost time to rest | B |
| What thoughts has left the vanished day | A |
| What feelings in thy breast | B |
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| The vanished day It leaves a sense | C |
| Of labour hardly done | D |
| Of little gained with vast expense | C |
| A sense of grief alone | E |
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| Time stands before the door of Death | F |
| Upbraiding bitterly | G |
| And Conscience with exhaustless breath | F |
| Pours black reproach on me | G |
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| And though I've said that Conscience lies | H |
| And Time should Fate condemn | I |
| Still sad Repentance clouds my eyes | H |
| And makes me yield to them | I |
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| Then art thou glad to seek repose | J |
| Art glad to leave the sea | G |
| And anchor all thy weary woes | J |
| In calm Eternity | G |
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| Nothing regrets to see thee go | K |
| Not one voice sobs' farewell ' | - |
| And where thy heart has suffered so | K |
| Canst thou desire to dwell | L |
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| Alas the countless links are strong | M |
| That bind us to our clay | A |
| The loving spirit lingers long | M |
| And would not pass away | A |
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| And rest is sweet when laurelled fame | N |
| Will crown the soldier's crest | B |
| But a brave heart with a tarnished name | N |
| Would rather fight than rest | B |
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| Well thou hast fought for many a year | O |
| Hast fought thy whole life through | P |
| Hast humbled Falsehood trampled Fear | O |
| What is there left to do | P |
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| 'Tis true this arm has hotly striven | D |
| Has dared what few would dare | Q |
| Much have I done and freely given | D |
| But little learnt to bear | Q |
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| Look on the grave where thou must sleep | R |
| Thy last and strongest foe | K |
| It is endurance not to weep | R |
| If that repose seem woe | K |
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| The long war closing in defeat | S |
| Defeat serenely borne | T |
| Thy midnight rest may still be sweet | S |
| And break in glorious morn | T |
Emily Bronte
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