The Deserted Bride Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B CDCDEE CFCFGG EHEHCC EIEIJJ KLKLEE EMEMNN COCOEE JPJPJJ QRSRGG TUVWGG

Suggested by a scene in the play of the hunchbackA
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Inscribed to James Sheridan KnowlesB
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Love me No He never loved meC
Else he'd sooner die than stainD
One so fond as he has proved meC
With the hollow world's disdainD
False one go my doom is spokenE
And the spell that bound me brokenE
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Wed him Never He has lost meC
Tears Well let them flow His brideF
No The struggle life may cost meC
But he'll find that I have prideF
Love is not an idle flowerG
Blooms and dies the self same hourG
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Title land and broad dominionE
With himself to me he gaveH
Stooped to earth his spirit's pinionE
And became my willing slaveH
Knelt and prayed until he won meC
Looks he coldly upon meC
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Ingrate Never sure was maidenE
Deeply wronged as I With griefI
My true breast is overladenE
Tears afford me no reliefI
Every nerve is strained and achingJ
And my very heart is breakingJ
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Love I him Thus scorned and slightedK
Thrown like worthless weed apartL
Hopes and feelings seared and blightedK
Love him Yes with all my heartL
With a passion superhumanE
Constancy thy name is womanE
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Love nor time nor mood can fashionE
Love Idolatry's the wordM
To speak the broadest deepest passionE
Ever woman's heart hath stirredM
Vain to still the mind's desiresN
Which consume like hidden firesN
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Wrecked and wretched lost and lonelyC
Crushed by grief's oppressive weightO
With a prayer for Clifford onlyC
I resign me to my fateO
Chains that bind the soul I've provenE
Strong as they were iron wovenE
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Deep the wo that fast is sendingJ
From my cheek its healthful bloomP
Sad my thoughts as willows bendingJ
O'er the borders of the tombP
Without Clifford not a blessingJ
In the world is worth possessingJ
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Wealth a straw within the balanceQ
Opposed to love 'twill strike the beamR
Kindred friendship beauty talentsS
All to love as nothing seemR
Weigh love against all else togetherG
And solid gold against a featherG
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Hope is flown away disguisesT
Naught but death relief can giveU
For the love he little prizesV
Can not cease and Julia liveW
Soon my thread of life will severG
Clifford fare thee well for everG

George Pope Morris



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