To The Sighing Strephon. [1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDEF GGHIIH JJHHHH KKLHHL DMNCCN OOPHHP QQRSSR TTHCCH UUHHHH| A | |
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| Your pardon my friend | B |
| If my rhymes did offend | B |
| Your pardon a thousand times o'er | C |
| From friendship I strove | D |
| Your pangs to remove | E |
| But I swear I will do so no more | F |
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| Since your beautiful maid | G |
| Your flame has repaid | G |
| No more I your folly regret | H |
| She's now most divine | I |
| And I bow at the shrine | I |
| Of this quickly reform d coquette | H |
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| Yet still I must own | J |
| I should never have known | J |
| From your verses what else she deserv'd | H |
| Your pain seem'd so great | H |
| I pitied your fate | H |
| As your fair was so dev'lish reserv'd | H |
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| Since the balm breathing kiss | K |
| Of this magical Miss | K |
| Can such wonderful transports produce | L |
| Since the world you forget | H |
| When your lips once have met | H |
| My counsel will get but abuse | L |
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| You say When I rove | D |
| I know nothing of love | M |
| Tis true I am given to range | N |
| If I rightly remember | C |
| I've lov'd a good number | C |
| Yet there's pleasure at least in a change | N |
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| I will not advance | O |
| By the rules of romance | O |
| To humour a whimsical fair | P |
| Though a smile may delight | H |
| Yet a frown will affright | H |
| Or drive me to dreadful despair | P |
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| While my blood is thus warm | Q |
| I ne'er shall reform | Q |
| To mix in the Platonists' school | R |
| Of this I am sure | S |
| Was my Passion so pure | S |
| Thy Mistress would think me a fool | R |
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| And if I should shun | T |
| Every woman for one | T |
| Whose image must fill my whole breast | H |
| Whom I must prefer | C |
| And sigh but for her | C |
| What an insult 'twould be to the rest | H |
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| Now Strephon good bye | U |
| I cannot deny | U |
| Your passion appears most absurd | H |
| Such love as you plead | H |
| Is pure love indeed | H |
| For it only consists in the word | H |
George Gordon Byron
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