To A Lady Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJKJ LJLJ MNMN OPOP QJQJ RSRS TFTF| Oh had my Fate been join'd with thine | A |
| As once this pledge appear'd a token | B |
| These follies had not then been mine | A |
| For then my peace had not been broken | B |
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| To thee these early faults I owe | C |
| To thee the wise and old reproving | D |
| They know my sins but do not know | C |
| 'Twas thine to break the bonds of loving | D |
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| For once my soul like thine was pure | E |
| And all its rising fires could smother | F |
| But now thy vows no more endure | E |
| Bestow'd by thee upon another | F |
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| Perhaps his peace I could destroy | G |
| And spoil the blisses that await him | H |
| Yet let my Rival smile in joy | G |
| For thy dear sake I cannot hate him | H |
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| Ah since thy angel form is gone | I |
| My heart no more can rest with any | J |
| But what it sought in thee alone | K |
| Attempts alas to find in many | J |
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| Then fare thee well deceitful Maid | L |
| 'Twere vain and fruitless to regret thee | J |
| Nor Hope nor Memory yield their aid | L |
| But Pride may teach me to forget thee | J |
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| Yet all this giddy waste of years | M |
| This tiresome round of palling pleasures | N |
| These varied loves these matrons' fears | M |
| These thoughtless strains to Passion's measures | N |
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| If thou wert mine had all been hush'd | O |
| This cheek now pale from early riot | P |
| With Passion's hectic ne'er had flush'd | O |
| But bloom'd in calm domestic quiet | P |
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| Yes once the rural Scene was sweet | Q |
| For Nature seem'd to smile before thee | J |
| And once my Breast abhorr'd deceit | Q |
| For then it beat but to adore thee | J |
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| But now I seek for other joys | R |
| To think would drive my soul to madness | S |
| In thoughtless throngs and empty noise | R |
| I conquer half my Bosom's sadness | S |
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| Yet even in these a thought will steal | T |
| In spite of every vain endeavour | F |
| And fiends might pity what I feel | T |
| To know that thou art lost for ever | F |
George Gordon Lord Byron
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