Epistle To Augusta Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABABCC DEDFDFGG HIJIJIKK LMNMNMOO MPMPMPQQ RSRSRSTT UVUVUVCC WXWXYRPP KZKZKZCA2 B2GB2GB2GC2C2 D2A2D2A2D2CCC E2CE2CE2CF2F2 G2AG2AG2AGG MSMRMSCA2 H2I2H2I2H2I2J2J2 K2BK2BK2BDD

My sister my sweet sister if a nameA
Dearer and purer were it should be thineB
Mountains and seas divide us but I claimA
No tears but tenderness to answer mineB
Go where I will to me thou art the sameA
A loved regret which I would not resignB
There yet are two things in my destinyC
A world to roam through and a home with theeC
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The first were nothing had I still the lastD
It were the haven of my happinessE
But other claims and other ties thou hastD
And mine is not the wish to make them lessF
A strange doom is thy father's sons's and pastD
Recalling as it lies beyond redressF
Reversed for him our grandsire's fate of yoreG
He had no rest at sea nor I on shoreG
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If my inheritance of storms hath beenH
In other elements and on the rocksI
Of perils overlooked or unforeseenJ
I have sustained my share of worldly shocksI
The fault was mine nor do I seek to screenJ
My errors with defensive paradoxI
I have been cunning in mine overthrowK
The careful pilot of my proper woeK
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Mine were my faults and mine be their rewardL
My whole life was a contest since the dayM
That gave me being gave me that which marredN
The gift a fate or will that walked astrayM
And I at times have found the struggle hardN
And thought of shaking off my bonds of clayM
But now I fain would for a time surviveO
If but to see what next can well arriveO
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Kingdoms and empires in my little dayM
I have outlived and yet I am not oldP
And when I look on this the petty sprayM
Of my own years of trouble which have rolledP
Like a wild bay of breakers melts awayM
Something I know not what does still upholdP
A spirit of slight patience not in vainQ
Even for its own sake do we purchase painQ
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Perhaps the workings of defiance stirR
Within me or perhaps of cold despairS
Brought on when ills habitually recurR
Perhaps a kinder clime or purer airS
For even to this may change of soul referR
And with light armour we may learn to bearS
Have taught me a strange quiet which was notT
The chief companion of a calmer lotT
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I feel almost at times as I have feltU
In happy childhood trees and flowers and brooksV
Which do remember me of where I dweltU
Ere my young mind was sacrificed to booksV
Come as of yore upon me and can meltU
My heart with recognition of their looksV
And even at moments I could think I seeC
Some living thing to love but none like theeC
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Here are the Alpine landscapes which createW
A fund for contemplation to admireX
Is a brief feeling of a trivial dateW
But something worthier do such scenes inspireX
Here to be lonely is not desolateY
For much I view which I could most desireR
And above all a lake I can beholdP
Lovelier not dearer than our own of oldP
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Oh that thou wert but with me but I growK
The fool of my own wishes and forgetZ
The solitude which I have vaunted soK
Has lost its praise is this but one regretZ
There may be others which I less may showK
I am not of the plaintive mood and yetZ
I feel an ebb in my philosophyC
And the tide rising in my altered eyeA2
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I did remind thee of our own dear LakeB2
By the old Hall which may be mine no moreG
Leman's is fair but think not I forsakeB2
The sweet remembrance of a dearer shoreG
Sad havoc Time must with my memory makeB2
Ere that or thou can fade these eyes beforeG
Though like all things which I have loved they areC2
Resigned for ever or divided farC2
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The world is all before me I but askD2
Of Nature that with which she will complyA2
It is but in her summer's sun to baskD2
To mingle with the quiet of her skyA2
To see her gentle face without a maskD2
And never gaze on it with apathyC
She was my early friend and now shall beC
My sister till I look again on theeC
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I can reduce all feelings but this oneE2
And that I would not for at length I seeC
Such scenes as those wherein my life begunE2
The earliest even the only paths for meC
Had I but sooner learnt the crowd to shunE2
I had been better than I now can beC
The passions which have torn me would have sleptF2
I had not suffered and thou hadst not weptF2
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With false Ambition what had I to doG2
Little with Love and least of all with FameA
And yet they came unsought and with me grewG2
And made me all which they can make a nameA
Yet this was not the end I did pursueG2
Surely I once beheld a nobler aimA
But all is over I am one the moreG
To baffled millions which have gone beforeG
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And for the future this world's future mayM
From me demand but little of my careS
I have outlived myself by many a dayM
Having survived so many things that wereR
My years have been no slumber but the preyM
Of ceaseless vigils for I had the shareS
Of life which might have filled a centuryC
Before its fourth in time had passed me byA2
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And for the remnant which may be to comeH2
I am content and for the past I feelI2
Not thankless for within the crowded sumH2
Of struggles happiness at times would stealI2
And for the present I would not benumbH2
My feelings farther Nor shall I concealI2
That with all this I still can look aroundJ2
And worship Nature with a thought profoundJ2
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For thee my own sweet sister in thy heartK2
I know myself secure as thou in mineB
We were and are I am even as thou artK2
Beings who ne'er each other can resignB
It is the same together or apartK2
From life's commencement to its slow declineB
We are entwined let death come slow or fastD
The tie which bound the first endures the lastD

George Gordon Lord Byron



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