Properzia Rossi Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJC AAKKLLMMDDNEOPQRSS MTTUUV WXYBZCFA2A2B2B2C2C2Q QD2E2D2E2 F2F2MM D2D2D2 MQQD2D2D2D2I GGG2H2G2H2I2J2D2D2K2 K2BBL2L2A2 MMM2B2B2M2N2N2M2M2WA MD2D2O2O2 D2D2D2D2BBM2BM2BP2P2 M2M2MM L2L2Q2Q2WWN2WN2R2 M2M2D2 D2

Tell me no more no moreA
Of my soul's lofty gifts Are they not vainB
To quench its haunting thirst for happinessC
Have I not lov'd and striven and fail'd to bindD
One true heart unto me whereon my ownE
Might find a resting place a home for allF
Its burden of affections I departG
Unknown tho' Fame goes with me I must leaveH
The earth unknown Yet it may be that deathI
Shall give my name a power to win such tearsJ
As would have made life preciousC
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I-
ONE dream of passion and of beauty moreA
And in its bright fulfillment let me pourA
My soul away Let earth retain a traceK
Of that which lit my being tho' its raceK
Might have been loftier far Yet one more dreamL
From my deep spirit one victorious gleamL
Ere I depart For thee alone for theeM
May this last work this farewell triumph beM
Thou lov'd so vainly I would leave enshrinedD
Something immortal of my heart and mindD
That yet may speak to thee when I am goneN
Shaking thine inmost bosom with a toneE
Of lost affection something that may proveO
What she hath been whose melancholy loveP
On thee was lavish'd silent pang and tearQ
And fervent song that gush'd when none were nearR
And dream by night and weary thought by dayS
Stealing the brightness from her life awayS
While thou Awake not yet within me die-
Under the burden and the agonyM
Of this vain tenderness my spirit wakeT
Ev'n for thy sorrowful affection's sakeT
Live in thy work breathe out that he may yetU
Feeling sad mastery there perchance regretU
Thine unrequited giftV
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II-
It comes the powerW
Within me born flows back my fruitless dowerX
That could not win me love Yet once againY
I greet it proudly with its rushing trainB
Of glorious images they throng they pressZ
A sudden joy lights up my lonelinessC
I shall not perish allF
The bright work growsA2
Beneath my hand unfolding as a roseA2
Leaf after leaf to beauty line by lineB2
I fix my thought heart soul to burn to shineB2
Thro' the pale marble's veins It grows and nowC2
I give my own life's history to thy browC2
Forsaken Ariadne thou shalt wearQ
My form my lineaments but oh more fairQ
Touched into lovelier being by the glowD2
Which in me dwells as by the summer lightE2
All things are glorified From thee my woD2
Shall yet look beautiful to meet his sightE2
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When I am pass'd away Thou art the mouldF2
Wherein I pour the fervent thoughts th' untoldF2
The self consuming Speak to him of meM
Thou the deserted by the lonely seaM
With the soft sadness of thine earnest eye-
Speak to him lorn one deeply mournfullyD2
Of all my love and grief Oh could I throwD2
Into thy frame a voice a sweet and lowD2
And thrilling voice of song when he came nigh-
To send the passion of its melodyM
Thro' his pierced bosom on its tones to bearQ
My life's deep feeling as the southern airQ
Wafts the faint myrtle's breath to rise to swellD2
To sink away in accents of farewellD2
Winning but one one gush of tears whose flowD2
Surely my parted spirit yet might knowD2
If love be strong as deathI
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III-
Now fair thou artG
Thou form whose life is of my burning heartG
Yet all the vision that within me wroughtG2
I cannot make thee Oh I might have givenH2
Birth to creations of far nobler thoughtG2
I might have kindled with the fire of heavenH2
Things not of such as die But I have beenI2
Too much alone a heart whereon to leanJ2
With all these deep affections that o'erflowD2
My aching soul and find no shore belowD2
An eye to be my star a voice to bringK2
Hope o'er my path like sounds that breathe of springK2
These are denied me dreamt of still in vainB
Therefore my brief aspirings from the chainB
Are ever but as some wild fitful songL2
Rising triumphantly to die ere longL2
In dirge like echoesA2
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IV-
Yet the world will seeM
Little of this my parting work in theeM
Thou shalt have fame Oh mockery give the reedM2
From storms a shelter give the drooping vineB2
Something round which its tendrils may entwineB2
Give the parch'd flower a rain drop and the meedM2
Of love's kind words to woman Worthless fameN2
That in his bosom wins not for my nameN2
Th' abiding place it ask'd Yet how my heartM2
In its own fairy world of song and artM2
Once beat for praise Are those high longings o'erW
That which I have been can I be no moreA
Never oh never more tho' still thy sky-
Be blue as then my glorious ItalyM
And tho' the music whose rich breathings fillD2
Thine air with soul be wandering past me stillD2
And tho' the mantle of thy sunlight streamsO2
Unchang'd on forms instinct with poet dreamsO2
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Never oh never more Where'er I move-
The shadow of this broken hearted love-
Is on me and around Too well they knowD2
Whose life is all within too soon and wellD2
When there the blight hath settled but I goD2
Under the silent wings of Peace to dwellD2
From the slow wasting from the lonely painB
The inward burning of those words 'in vain'B
Sear'd on the heart I go 'Twill soon be pastM2
Sunshine and song and bright Italian heavenB
And thou oh thou on whom my spirit castM2
Unvalued wealth who know'st not what was givenB
In that devotedness the sad and deepP2
And unrepaid farewell If I could weepP2
Once only once belov'd one on thy breastM2
Pouring my heart forth ere I sink to restM2
But that were happiness and unto meM
Earth's gift is fame Yet I was form'd to beM
So richly bless'd With thee to watch the sky-
Speaking not feeling but that thou wert nigh-
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With thee to listen while the tones of songL2
Swept ev'n as part of our sweet air alongL2
To listen silently with thee to gazeQ2
On forms the deified of olden daysQ2
This had been joy enough and hour by hourW
From its glad well springs drinking life and powerW
How had my spirit soar'd and made its fameN2
A glory for thy brow Dreams dreams the fireW
Burns faint within me Yet I leave my nameN2
As a deep thrill may linger on the lyreR2
When its full chords are hush'd awhile to live-
And one day haply in thy heart revive-
Sad thoughts of me I leave it with a soundM2
A spell o'er memory mournfully profoundM2
I leave it on my country's air to dwellD2
Say proudly yet '-
'Twas hers who lov'd me wellD2
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans



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