Song, Of One Eleven Years In Prison Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBBCC D A BCBBCC E A BCBBCC B BCBBCC B BCBBCC B BCBBCC C| I | A |
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| Whene'er with haggard eyes I view | B |
| This dungeon that I'm rotting in | C |
| I think of those companions true | B |
| Who studied with me at the U | B |
| niversity of Gottingen | C |
| niversity of Gottingen | C |
| - | |
| Weeps and pulls out a blue kerchief with which he wipes his eyes gazing tenderly at it he proceeds | D |
| - | |
| II | A |
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| Sweet kerchief check'd with heavenly blue | B |
| Which once my love sat knotting in | C |
| Alas Matilda then was true | B |
| At least I thought so at the U | B |
| niversity of Gottingen | C |
| niversity of Gottingen | C |
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| At the repetition of this line he clanks his chains in cadence | E |
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| III | A |
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| Barbs Barbs alas how swift you flew | B |
| Her neat post wagon trotting in | C |
| Ye bore Matilda from my view | B |
| Forlorn I languish'd at the U | B |
| niversity of Gottingen | C |
| niversity of Gottingen | C |
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| IV | B |
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| This faded form this pallid hue | B |
| This blood my veins is clotting in | C |
| My years are many they were few | B |
| When first I entered at the U | B |
| niversity of Gottingen | C |
| niversity of Gottingen | C |
| - | |
| V | B |
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| There first for thee my passion grew | B |
| Sweet sweet Matilda Pottengen | C |
| Thou wast the daughter of my tu | B |
| tor law professor at the U | B |
| niversity of Gottingen | C |
| niversity of Gottingen | C |
| - | |
| VI | B |
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| Sun moon and thou vain world adieu | B |
| That kings and priests are plotting in | C |
| Here doom'd to starve on water gru | B |
| el never shall I see the U | B |
| niversity of Gottingen | C |
| niversity of Gottingen | C |
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| During the last stanza he dashes his head repeatedly against the walls of his prison and finally so hard as to produce a visible contusion he then throws himself on the floor in an agony The curtain drops the music still continuing to play till it is wholly fallen | C |
George Canning
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