Poet George Gordon Lord Byron

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Lines, On Hearing That Lady Byron Was Ill Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDEFGGF HIIIJJKLLKKLAIIIIIMN NOIIIIFIFIPIIPQQRRST UIIIIAVV

And thou wert sad yet I was not with theeA
And thou wert sick and yet I was not nearB
Methought that joy and health alone could beA
Where I was not and pain and sorrow hereC
And is it thus it is as I foretoldD
And shall be more so for the mind recoilsE
Upon itself and the wrecked heart lies coldD
While heaviness collects the shattered spoilsE
It is not in the storm nor in the strifeF
We feel benumbed and wish to be no moreG
But in the after silence on the shoreG
When all is lost except a little lifeF
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I am too well avenged but 'twas my rightH
Whate'er my sins might be thou wert not sentI
To be the Nemesis who should requiteI
Nor did heaven choose so near an instrumentI
Mercy is for the merciful if thouJ
Hast been of such 'twill be accorded nowJ
Thy nights are banished from the realms of sleepK
Yes they may flatter thee but thou shalt feelL
A hollow agony which will not healL
For thou art pillowed on a curse too deepK
Thou hast sown in my sorrow and must reapK
The bitter harvest in a woe as realL
I have had many foes but none like theeA
For 'gainst the rest myself I could defendI
And be avenged or turn them into friendI
But thou in safe implacabilityI
Hadst nought to dread in thy own weakness shieldedI
And in my love which hath but too much yieldedI
And spared for thy sake some I should not spareM
And thus upon the world trust in thy truthN
And the wild fame of my ungoverned youthN
On things that were not and on things that areO
Even upon such a basis hast thou builtI
A monument whose cement hath been guiltI
The moral Clytemnestra of thy lordI
And hewed down with an unsuspected swordI
Fame peace and hope and all the better lifeF
Which but for this cold treason of thy heartI
Might still have risen from out the grave of strifeF
And found a nobler duty than to partI
But of thy virtues didst thou make a viceP
Trafficking with them in a purpose coldI
For present anger and for future goldI
And buying other's grief at any priceP
And thus once entered into crooked waysQ
The early truth which was thy proper praiseQ
Did not still walk beside thee but at timesR
And with a breast unknowing its own crimesR
Deceit averments incompatibleS
Equivocations and the thoughts which dwellT
In Janus spirits the significant eyeU
Which learns to lie with silence the pretextI
Of Prudence with advantages annexedI
The acquiescence in all things which tendI
No matter how to the desired endI
All found a place in thy philosophyA
The means were worthy and the end is wonV
I would not do by thee as thou hast doneV

George Gordon Lord Byron



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