The Flower Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCB DEDFGGF GHGHIJH GGKKKKK LFLFMMF NOPOQQO RSTSKKS| How fresh O Lord how sweet and clean | A |
| Are thy returns ev'n as the flowers in spring | B |
| To which besides their own demean | A |
| The late past frosts tributes of pleasure bring | B |
| Grief melts away | C |
| Like snows in May | C |
| As if there were no such cold thing | B |
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| Who would have thought my shrivelled heart | D |
| Could have recovered greenness It was gone | E |
| Quite under ground as flowers depart | D |
| To see their mother root when they have blown | F |
| Where they together | G |
| All the hard weather | G |
| Dead to the world keep house unknown | F |
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| These are thy wonders Lord of power | G |
| Killing and quick'ning bringing down to hell | H |
| And up to heaven in an hour | G |
| Making a chiming of a passing bell | H |
| We say amiss | I |
| This or that is | J |
| Thy word is all if we could spell | H |
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| O that I once past changing were | G |
| Fast in thy Paradise where no flower can wither | G |
| Many a spring I shoot up fair | K |
| Off'ring at heav'n growing and groaning thither | K |
| Nor doth my flower | K |
| Want a spring shower | K |
| My sins and I joining together | K |
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| But while I grow in a straight line | L |
| Still upwards bent as if heav'n were mine own | F |
| Thy anger comes and I decline | L |
| What frost to that What pole is not the zone | F |
| Where all things burn | M |
| When thou dost turn | M |
| And the least frown of thine is shown | F |
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| And now in age I bud again | N |
| After so many deaths I live and write | O |
| I once more smell the dew and rain | P |
| And relish versing O my only light | O |
| It cannot be | Q |
| That I am he | Q |
| On whom thy tempests fell all night | O |
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| These are thy wonders Lord of love | R |
| To make us see we are but flowers that glide | S |
| Which when we once can find and prove | T |
| Thou hast a garden for us where to bide | S |
| Who would be more | K |
| Swelling through store | K |
| Forfeit their Paradise by their pride | S |
George Herbert
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