Well! Thou Art Happy. [1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDE FGFG HIHI JKJK LMLM NONO PQPQ RGRG| A | |
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| Well thou art happy and I feel | B |
| That I should thus be happy too | C |
| For still my heart regards thy weal | B |
| Warmly as it was wont to do | C |
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| Thy husband's blest and 'twill impart | D |
| Some pangs to view his happier lot | E |
| But let them pass Oh how my heart | D |
| Would hate him if he loved thee not | E |
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| When late I saw thy favourite child | F |
| I thought my jealous heart would break | G |
| But when the unconscious infant smil'd | F |
| I kiss'd it for its mother's sake | G |
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| I kiss'd it and repress'd my sighs | H |
| Its father in its face to see | I |
| But then it had its mother's eyes | H |
| And they were all to love and me | I |
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| Mary adieu I must away | J |
| While thou art blest I'll not repine | K |
| But near thee I can never stay | J |
| My heart would soon again be thine | K |
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| I deem'd that Time I deem'd that Pride | L |
| Had quench'd at length my boyish flame | M |
| Nor knew till seated by thy side | L |
| My heart in all save hope the same | M |
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| Yet was I calm I knew the time | N |
| My breast would thrill before thy look | O |
| But now to tremble were a crime | N |
| We met and not a nerve was shook | O |
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| I saw thee gaze upon my face | P |
| Yet meet with no confusion there | Q |
| One only feeling couldst thou trace | P |
| The sullen calmness of despair | Q |
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| Away away my early dream | R |
| Remembrance never must awake | G |
| Oh where is Lethe's fabled stream | R |
| My foolish heart be still or break | G |
George Gordon Byron
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