Stanzas To Augusta (ii.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDEFE AGHGHIEIE AJKJKEIEL KEMEMEAEA ENINIEEEE AOPOPGEGEI | A |
Though the day of my destiny's over | B |
And the star of my fate hath declined | C |
Thy soft heart refused to discover | B |
The faults which so many could find | C |
Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted | D |
It shrunk not to share it with me | E |
And the love which my spirit hath painted | F |
It never hath found but in thee | E |
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II | A |
Then when nature around me is smiling | G |
The last smile which answers to mine | H |
I do not believe it beguiling | G |
Because it reminds me of thine | H |
And when winds are at war with the ocean | I |
As the breasts I believed in with me | E |
If their billows excite an emotion | I |
It is that they bear me from thee | E |
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III | A |
Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd | J |
And its fragments are sunk in the wave | K |
Though I feel that my soul is deliver'd | J |
To pain it shall not be its slave | K |
There is many a pang to pursue me | E |
They may crush but they shall not contemn | I |
They may torture but shall not subdue me | E |
'Tis of thee that I think not of them | L |
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IV | K |
Though human thou didst not deceive me | E |
Though woman thou didst not forsake | M |
Though loved thou forborest to grieve me | E |
Though slander'd thou never couldst shake | M |
Though trusted thou didst not disclaim me | E |
Though parted it was not to fly | A |
Though watchful 'twas not to defame me | E |
Nor mute that the world might belie | A |
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V | E |
Yet I blame not the world nor despise it | N |
Nor the war of the many with one | I |
If my soul was not fitted to prize it | N |
'Twas folly not sooner to shun | I |
And if dearly that error hath cost me | E |
And more than I once could foresee | E |
I have found that whatever it lost me | E |
It could not deprive me of thee | E |
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VI | A |
From the wreck of the past which hath perish'd | O |
Thus much I at least may recall | P |
It hath taught me that what I most cherish'd | O |
Deserved to be dearest of all | P |
In the desert a fountain is springing | G |
In the wide waste there still is a tree | E |
And a bird in the solitude singing | G |
Which speaks to my spirit of thee | E |
George Gordon Byron
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