A Visitor In The Camp. To Mary Robinson. {27} Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH DJAJ KLIL| What are you lost my pretty little lady | A |
| This is no place for such sweet things as you | B |
| Our bodies rank with sweat will make you sicken | C |
| And you'll observe our lives are rank lives too | B |
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| Oh no I am not lost Oh no I've come here | D |
| And I have brought my lute see in my hand | E |
| To see you and to sing of all you suffer | F |
| To the great world and make it understand | E |
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| Well say If one of those who'd robbed you thousands | G |
| Dropped you a sixpence in the gutter where | H |
| You lay and rotted would you call her angel | I |
| For all her charming smile and dainty air | H |
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| Oh no I come not thus Oh no I've come here | D |
| With heart indignant pity like a flame | J |
| To try and help you Pretty little lady | A |
| It will be best you go back whence you came | J |
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| 'Enthusiasms' we have such little time for | K |
| In our rude camp we drill the whole day long | L |
| When we return from out the serried battle | I |
| Come and we'll listen to your pretty song | L |
Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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