One Struggle More, And I Am Free Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEFE GHGIJDKD LMNMOPOP QRQRSTST UVU TWTX YSYSAPAP SZSZA2UB2U| One struggle more and I am free | A |
| From pangs that rend my heart in twain | B |
| One last long sigh to love and thee | A |
| Then back to busy life again | C |
| It suits me well to mingle now | D |
| With things that never pleased before | E |
| Though every joy is fled below | F |
| What future grief can touch me more | E |
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| Then bring me wine the banquet bring | G |
| Man was not form'd to live alone | H |
| I'll be that light unmeaning thing | G |
| That smiles with all and weeps with none | I |
| It was not thus in days more dear | J |
| It never would have been but thou | D |
| Hast fled and left me lonely here | K |
| Thou'rt nothing all are nothing now | D |
| - | |
| In vain my lyre would lightly breathe | L |
| The smile that sorrow fain would wear | M |
| But mocks the woe that lurks beneath | N |
| Like roses o'er a sepulchre | M |
| Though gay companions o'er the bowl | O |
| Dispel awhile the sense of ill | P |
| Though pleasure fires the maddening soul | O |
| The heart the heart is lonely still | P |
| - | |
| On many a lone and lovely night | Q |
| It sooth'd to gaze upon the sky | R |
| For then I deem'd the heavenly light | Q |
| Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye | R |
| And oft I thought at Cynthia's noon | S |
| When sailing o'er the gean wave | T |
| 'Now Thyrza gazes on that moon' | S |
| Alas it gleam'd upon her grave | T |
| - | |
| When stretch'd on fever's sleepless bed | U |
| And sickness shrunk my throbbing veins | V |
| 'Tis comfort still ' I faintly said | U |
| 'That Thyrza cannot know my pains ' | - |
| Like freedom to the time worn slave | T |
| A boon 'tis idle then to give | W |
| Relenting Nature vainly gave | T |
| My life when Thyrza ceased to live | X |
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| My Thyrza's pledge in better days | Y |
| When love and life alike were new | S |
| How different now thou meet'st my gaze | Y |
| How tinged by time with sorrow's hue | S |
| The heart that gave itself with thee | A |
| Is silent ah were mine as still | P |
| Though cold as e'en the dead can be | A |
| It feels it sickens with the chill | P |
| - | |
| Thou bitter pledge thou mournful token | S |
| Though painful welcome to my breast | Z |
| Still still preserve that love unbroken | S |
| Or break the heart to which thou'rt press'd | Z |
| Time tempers love but not removes | A2 |
| More hallow'd when its hope is fled | U |
| Oh what are thousand living loves | B2 |
| To that which cannot quit the dead | U |
George Gordon Byron
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