Farewell To The Muse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLMN OPIQ RFRC SSSS STST| Thou Power who hast ruled me through Infancy's days | A |
| Young offspring of Fancy 'tis time we should part | B |
| Then rise on the gale this the last of my lays | A |
| The coldest effusion which springs from my heart | B |
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| This bosom responsive to rapture no more | C |
| Shall hush thy wild notes nor implore thee to sing | D |
| The feelings of childhood which taught thee to soar | C |
| Are wafted far distant on Apathy's wing | D |
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| Though simple the themes of my rude flowing Lyre | E |
| Yet even these themes are departed for ever | F |
| No more beam the eyes which my dream could inspire | E |
| My visions are flown to return alas never | F |
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| When drain'd is the nectar which gladdens the bowl | G |
| How vain is the effort delight to prolong | H |
| When cold is the beauty which dwelt in my soul | G |
| What magic of Fancy can lengthen my song | H |
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| Can the lips sing of Love in the desert alone | I |
| Of kisses and smiles which they now must resign | J |
| Or dwell with delight on the hours that are flown | I |
| Ah no for those hours can no longer be mine | J |
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| Can they speak of the friends that I lived but to love | K |
| Ah surely Affection ennobles the strain | L |
| But how can my numbers in sympathy move | M |
| When I scarcely can hope to behold them again | N |
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| Can I sing of the deeds which my Fathers have done | O |
| And raise my loud harp to the fame of my Sires | P |
| For glories like theirs oh how faint is my tone | I |
| For Heroes' exploits how unequal my fires | Q |
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| Untouch'd then my Lyre shall reply to the blast | R |
| 'Tis hush'd and my feeble endeavors are o'er | F |
| And those who have heard it will pardon the past | R |
| When they know that its murmurs shall vibrate no more | C |
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| And soon shall its wild erring notes be forgot | S |
| Since early affection and love is o'ercast | S |
| Oh blest had my Fate been and happy my lot | S |
| Had the first strain of love been the dearest the last | S |
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| Farewell my young Muse since we now can ne'er meet | S |
| If our songs have been languid they surely are few | T |
| Let us hope that the present at least will be sweet | S |
| The present which seals our eternal Adieu | T |
George Gordon Byron
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