Lines. After The Manner Of The Olden Time Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCD EFEFGG HIHIJK LMNMOO PQPRSS TUTUVV WXWXBY| O Love the mischief thou hast done | A |
| Thou god of pleasure and of pain | B |
| None can escape thee yes there's one | A |
| All others find the effort vain | B |
| Thou cause of all my smiles and tears | C |
| Thou blight and bloom of all my years | D |
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| Love bathes him in the morning dews | E |
| Reclines him in the lily bells | F |
| Reposes in the rainbow hues | E |
| And sparkles in the crystal wells | F |
| Or hies him to the coral caves | G |
| Where sea nymphs sport beneath the waves | G |
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| Love vibrates in the wind harp's tune | H |
| With fays and oreads lingers he | I |
| Gleams in th' ring of the watery moon | H |
| Or treads the pebbles of the sea | I |
| Love rules the court the camp the grove | J |
| Oh everywhere we meet thee Love | K |
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| And everywhere he welcome finds | L |
| From cottage door to palace porch | M |
| Love enters free as spicy winds | N |
| With purple wings and lighted torch | M |
| With tripping feet and silvery tongue | O |
| And bow and darts behind him slung | O |
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| He tinkles in the shepherd's bell | P |
| The village maiden leans to hear | Q |
| By lattice high he weaves his spell | P |
| For lady fair and cavalier | R |
| Like sun bursts on the mountain snow | S |
| Love's genial warmth melts high and low | S |
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| Then why ye nymphs Arcadian why | T |
| Since Love is general as the air | U |
| Why does he not to Lelia fly | T |
| And soften the obdurate fair | U |
| Scorn nerves her proud disdainful heart | V |
| She scoffs at Love and all his art | V |
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| Oh boy god Love An archer thou | W |
| Thy utmost skill I fain would test | X |
| One arrow aim at Lelia now | W |
| And let thy target be her breast | X |
| Her heart bind in thy captive train | B |
| Or give me back my own again | Y |
George Pope Morris
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