Pauline Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE EFG HIHIJJ CKCKLL MFMFNN OPOPEE QPQFGG HRHRSS HTHTPP UVUVEE HWHWXX YEYZZ AA2AA2B2B2 MXMXC2C2 HD2HD2SS D2ED2EQQ E2F2E2G2GG

To die for what we love Oh there is powerA
In the true heart and pride and joy for thisB
It is to live without the vanish'd lightC
That strength is neededD
AnonE
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Cos 'rapassa al trapassar d'un GiornoE
Della vita mortal il fiore e'l verdeF
TassoG
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ALONG the star lit Seine went music swellingH
Till the air thrill'd with its exulting mirthI
Proudly it floated even as if no dwellingH
For cares or stricken hearts were found on earthI
And a glad sound the measure lightly beatJ
A happy chime of many dancing feetJ
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For in a palace of the land that nightC
Lamps and fresh roses and green leaves were hungK
And from the painted walls a stream of lightC
On flying forms beneath soft splendour flungK
But loveliest far amidst the revel's prideL
Was one the lady from the Danube sideL
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Pauline the meekly bright tho' now no moreM
Her clear eye flash'd with youth's all tameless gleeF
Yet something holier than its dayspring woreM
There in soft rest lay beautiful to seeF
A charm with graver tenderer sweetness fraughtN
The blending of deep love and matron thoughtN
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Thro' the gay throng she moved serenely fairO
And such calm joy as fills a moonlight skyP
Sate on her brow beneath its graceful hairO
As her young daughter in the dance went byP
With the fleet step of one that yet hath knownE
Smiles and kind voices in this world aloneE
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Lurk'd there no secret boding in her breastQ
Did no faint whisper warn of evil nighP
Such oft awake when most the heart seems blestQ
Midst the light laughter of festivityF
Whence come those tones Alas enough we knowG
To mingle fear with all triumphal showG
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Who spoke of evil when young feet were flyingH
In fairy rings around the echoing hallR
Soft airs thro' braided locks in perfume sighingH
Glad pulses beating unto music's callR
Silence the minstrels pause and hark a soundS
A strange quick rustling which their notes had drown'dS
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And lo a light upon the dancers breakingH
Not such their clear and silvery lamps had shedT
From the gay dream of revelry awakingH
One moment holds them still in breathless dreadT
The wild fierce lustre grows then bursts a cryP
Fire thro' the hall and round it gathering flyP
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And forth they rush as chased by sword and spearU
To the green coverts of the garden bowersV
A gorgeous masque of pageantry and fearU
Startling the birds and trampling down the flowersV
While from the dome behind red sparkles drivenE
Pierce the dark stillness of the midnight heavenE
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And where is she Pauline the hurrying throngH
Have swept her onward as a stormy blastW
Might sweep some faint o'er wearied bird alongH
Till now the threshold of that death is pastW
And free she stands beneath the starry skiesX
Calling her child but no sweet voice repliesX
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'Bertha where art thou Speak oh speak my own '-
Alas unconscious of her pangs the whileY
The gentle girl in fear's cold grasp aloneE
Powerless hath sunk within the blazing pileY
A young bright form deck'd gloriously for deathZ
With flowers all shrinking from the flame's fierce breathZ
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But oh thy strength deep love there is no powerA
To stay the mother from that rolling graveA2
Tho' fast on high the fiery volumes towerA
And forth like banners from each lattice waveA2
Back back she rushes thro' a host combinedB2
Mighty is anguish with affection twinedB2
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And what bold step may follow midst the roarM
Of the red billows o'er their prey that riseX
None Courage there stood still and never moreM
Did those fair forms emerge on human eyesX
Was one brief meeting theirs one wild farewellC2
And died they heart to heart Oh who can tellC2
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Freshly and cloudlessly the morning brokeH
On that sad palace midst its pleasure shadesD2
Its painted roofs had sunk yet black with smokeH
And lonely stood its marble colonnadesD2
But yester eve their shafts with wreaths were boundS
Now lay the scene one shrivell'd scroll aroundS
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And bore the ruins no recording traceD2
Of all that woman's heart had dared and doneE
Yes there were gems to mark its mortal placeD2
That forth from dust and ashes dimly shoneE
Those had the mother on her gentle breastQ
Worn round her child's fair image there at restQ
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And they were all the tender and the trueE2
Left this alone her sacrifice to proveF2
Hallowing the spot where mirth once lightly flewE2
To deep lone chasten'd thoughts of grief and loveG2
Oh we have need of patient faith belowG
To clear away the mysteries of such woG

Felicia Dorothea Hemans



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