To Edward Noel Long, Esq. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEEFGHHIJKKLMLMNO NOPPQQRRSSTTUUCCVVWF XFYYX ZA2ZA2B2C2B2OD2E2D2E 2 F2G2F2G2VC2VC2H2I2H2 I2YYPPC2C2A2A2FJ2FJ2 SSSS K2K2L2L2C2OJ2M2J2M2N 2N2O2O2B2B2P2P2OC2ZZ

'Nil ego contulerim jucundo sanus amico ' HoraceA
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Dear Long in this sequester'd sceneB
While all around in slumber lieC
The joyous days which ours have beenD
Come rolling fresh on Fancy's eyeC
Thus if amidst the gathering stormE
While clouds the darken'd noon deformE
Yon heaven assumes a varied glowF
I hail the sky's celestial bowG
Which spreads the sign of future peaceH
And bids the war of tempests ceaseH
Ah though the present brings but painI
I think those days may come againJ
Or if in melancholy moodK
Some lurking envious fear intrudeK
To check my bosom's fondest thoughtL
And interrupt the golden dreamM
I crush the fiend with malice fraughtL
And still indulge my wonted themeM
Although we ne'er again can traceN
In Granta's vale the pedant's loreO
Nor through the groves of Ida chaceN
Our raptured visions as beforeO
Though Youth has flown on rosy pinionP
And Manhood claims his stern dominionP
Age will not every hope destroyQ
But yields some hours of sober joyQ
Yes I will hope that Time's broad wingR
Will shed around some dews of springR
But if his scythe must sweep the flowersS
Which bloom among the fairy bowersS
Where smiling Youth delights to dwellT
And hearts with early rapture swellT
In frowning Age with cold controlU
Confines the current of the soulU
Congeals the tear of Pity's eyeC
Or checks the sympathetic sighC
Or hears unmov'd Misfortune's groanV
And bids me feel for self aloneV
Oh may my bosom never learnW
To soothe its wonted heedless flowF
Still may I rove untutor'd wildX
But ne'er forget another's woeF
Yes as you knew me in the daysY
O'er which Remembrance yet delaysY
And even in age at heart a childX
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Though now on airy visions borneZ
To you my soul is still the sameA2
Oft has it ben my fate to mournZ
And all my former joys are tameA2
But hence ye hours of sabl hueB2
Your frowns are gone my sorrows o'erC2
By every bliss my childhood knewB2
I'll think upon your shade no moreO
Thus when the whirlwind's rage is pastD2
And caves their sullen roar encloseE2
We heed no more the wintery blastD2
When lull'd by zephyr to reposeE2
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Full often has my infant MuseF2
Attun'd to love her languid lyreG2
But now without a theme to chooseF2
The strains in stolen sighs expireG2
My youthful nymps alas are flownV
E is a wife and C a motherC2
And Carolina sighs aloneV
And Mary's given to anotherC2
And Cora's eye which roll'd on meH2
Can now no more my love recallI2
In truth dear LONG 'twas time to fleeH2
For Cora's eye will shine on allI2
And though the Sun with genial raysY
His beams aike to all displaysY
And every lady's eye's a sunP
These last should be confin'd to oneP
The souls' meridian don't become herC2
Whose sun desplays a general summerC2
Thus faint is every former flameA2
And Passion's self is now a nameA2
As when the ebbing flames are lowF
The aid which once improv'd their lightJ2
And bade them burn with fiercer glowF
Now quenches all their sparks in nightJ2
Thus has it been with Passion's firesS
As many a boy and girl remembersS
While all the force of love expiresS
Extinguish'd with the dying embersS
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But now dear LONG 'tis midnight's noonK2
And clouds obscure the watery moonK2
Whose beauties I shall not rehearseL2
Describ'd in every stripling's verseL2
For why should I the path go o'erC2
Which every bard has trod beforeO
Yet ere yon silver lamp of nightJ2
Has thrice perform'd her stated roundM2
Has thrice retraced her path of lightJ2
And chased away the gloom profoundM2
I trust that we my gentle FriendN2
Shall see her rolling orbit wendN2
Above the dear loved peaceful seatO2
Which once contain'd our youth's retreatO2
And then with those our childhood knewB2
We'll mingle in the festive crewB2
While many a tale of former dayP2
Shall wing the laughing hours awayP2
And all the flow of souls shall pourO
Tha sacred intellectual showerC2
Nor cease till Luna's waning hornZ
Scarce glimmers through the mist of MornZ

George Gordon Byron



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