The Suicide's Grave (from The German) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEF GHIJK LMNOP QRCST UVWXT YZA2B2C2 D2RE2F2G2 F2H2I2J2F2 K2L2M2N2OJ2| This piece is not translated for the sentiments which it | A |
| contains but for its poetical beauties Although the path | B |
| of human life is rough and thorny the mind may always | C |
| receive consolation by looking forward to the world to come | D |
| The mind which rejects a future state has to thank itself | E |
| for its utter misery and hopelessness | F |
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| The evening shadows fall upon the grave | G |
| On which I sit it is no common heap | H |
| Below its turf are laid the bones of one | I |
| Who sick of life and misery did quench | J |
| The vital spark which in his bosom burn'd | K |
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| The shadows deepen and the ruddy tinge | L |
| Which lately flooded all the western sky | M |
| Has now diminish'd to a single streak | N |
| And here I sit alone and listen to | O |
| The noise of forests and the hum of groves | P |
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| This is the time to think of nature's God | Q |
| When birds and fountains streams and woods unite | R |
| Their various sounding voices in his praise | C |
| Shall man alone refuse to sing it yes | S |
| For man alone has nought to thank him for | T |
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| There's not a joy he gives to us on earth | U |
| That is not dash'd with bitterness and gall | V |
| Only when youth is past and age comes on | W |
| Do we find quiet quiet is not bliss | X |
| Then tell me God what I've to thank thee for | T |
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| But to recur to him who rests beneath | Y |
| He had a heart enthusiastic warm | Z |
| And form'd for love no prejudice dwelt there | A2 |
| He roam'd about the world to find a heart | B2 |
| Which felt with his he sought and found it not | C2 |
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| Or if he found it providence stepp'd in | D2 |
| And tore the cherish'd object from his sight | R |
| Or fill'd its mind with visions weak and vain | E2 |
| Could he survive all this ah no he died | F2 |
| Died by the hand which injur'd none but him | G2 |
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| And did he die unpitied and unwept | F2 |
| Most probably for there are fools who think | H2 |
| 'T is crime in man to take what is his own | I2 |
| And 't was on account they laid him here | J2 |
| Within this sweet unconsecrated spot | F2 |
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| There comes a troop of maidens and of youths | K2 |
| Home from their labour hark they cease their song | L2 |
| And pointing to the grave with trembling hands | M2 |
| They make a circuit thinking that in me | N2 |
| The ghost of the self murderer they view | O |
| Which fame says wanders here | J2 |
George Borrow
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