L'amitté Est L'amour Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDEEF GAHAIIDAA JKJKLLDMM ANANOODPPD QRPRSSDLL TATAEEDUU VAVAAADWWD XYXYZZDA2A2 B2C2D2C2E2E2DAAD P| Why should my anxious breast repine | A |
| Because my youth is fled | B |
| Days of delight may still be mine | A |
| Affection is not dead | B |
| In tracing back the years of youth | C |
| One firm record one lasting truth | C |
| Celestial consolation brings | D |
| Bear it ye breezes to the seat | E |
| Where first my heart responsive beat | E |
| 'Friendship is Love without his wings ' | F |
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| Through few but deeply chequer'd years | G |
| What moments have been mine | A |
| Now half obscured by clouds of tears | H |
| Now bright in rays divine | A |
| Howe'er my future doom be cast | I |
| My soul enraptured with the past | I |
| To one idea fondly clings | D |
| Friendship that thought is all thine own | A |
| Worth worlds of bliss that thought alone | A |
| 'Friendship is Love without his wings ' | - |
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| Where yonder yew trees lightly wave | J |
| Their branches on the gale | K |
| Unheeded heaves a simple grave | J |
| Which tells the common tale | K |
| Round this unconscious schoolboys stray | L |
| Till the dull knell of childish play | L |
| From yonder studious mansion rings | D |
| But here whene'er my footsteps move | M |
| My silent tears too plainly prove | M |
| 'Friendship is Love without his wings ' | - |
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| Oh Love before thy glowing shrine | A |
| My early vows were paid | N |
| My hopes my dreams my heart was thine | A |
| But these are now decay'd | N |
| For thine are pinions like the wind | O |
| No trace of thee remains behind | O |
| Except alas thy Jealous stings | D |
| Away away delusive power | P |
| Thou shalt not haunt my coining hour | P |
| Unless indeed without thy wings | D |
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| Seat of my youth thy distant spire | Q |
| Recalls each scene of joy | R |
| My bosom glows with former fire | P |
| In mind again a boy | R |
| Thy grove of elms thy verdant hill | S |
| Thy eyery path delights me still | S |
| Each flower a double fragrance flings | D |
| Again as once in converse gay | L |
| Each dear associate seems to say | L |
| 'Friendship is Love without his wings ' | - |
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| My Lycus wherefore dost thou weep | T |
| Thy falling tears restrain | A |
| Affection for a time may sleep | T |
| But oh 'twill wake again | A |
| Think think my friend when next we meet | E |
| Our long wish'd interview how sweet | E |
| From this my hope of rapture springs | D |
| While youthful hearts thus fondly swell | U |
| Absence my friend can only tell' | U |
| 'Friendship is Love without his wings ' | - |
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| In one and one alone deceived | V |
| Did I my error mourn | A |
| No from oppressive bonds relieved | V |
| I left the wretch to scorn | A |
| I turn'd to those my childhood knew | A |
| With feelings warm with bosoms true | A |
| Twined with my heart's according strings | D |
| And till those vital chords shall break | W |
| For none but these my breast shall wake | W |
| Friendship the power deprived of wings | D |
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| Ye few my soul my life is yours | X |
| My memory and my hope | Y |
| Your worth a lasting love insures | X |
| Unfetter'd in its scope | Y |
| From smooth deceit and terror sprung | Z |
| With aspect fair and honey'd tongue | Z |
| Let Adulation wait on kings | D |
| With joy elate by snares beset | A2 |
| We we my friends can ne'er forget | A2 |
| 'Friendship is Love without his wings ' | - |
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| Fictions and dreams inspire the bard | B2 |
| Who rolls the epic song | C2 |
| Friendship and truth be my reward | D2 |
| To me no bays belong | C2 |
| If laurell'd Fame but dwells with lies | E2 |
| Me the enchantress ever flies | E2 |
| Whose heart and not whose fancy sings | D |
| Simple and young I dare not feign | A |
| Mine be the rude yet heartfelt strain | A |
| 'Friendship is Love without his wings | D |
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| December | P |
George Gordon Byron
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