Fragment Sixty-eight Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDEFGBH IJKLMNF OPQRCMSTUV DMIW XYMZ MZA2B2C2D2E2F2G2H2I2 J2 CK2L2I2A2M2MI2 MN2K2I2MO2P2O Q2MR2I2I2FG I2S2C| even in the house of Hades | A |
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| Sappho | B |
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| I envy you your chance of death | C |
| how I envy you this | D |
| I am more covetous of him | E |
| even than of your glance | F |
| I wish more from his presence | G |
| though he torture me in a grasp | B |
| terrible intense | H |
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| Though he clasp me in an embrace | I |
| that is set against my will | J |
| and rack me with his measure | K |
| effortless yet full of strength | L |
| and slay me | M |
| in that most horrible contest | N |
| still how I envy you your chance | F |
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| Through he pierce me imperious | O |
| iron fever dust | P |
| though beauty is slain | Q |
| when I perish | R |
| I envy you death | C |
| What is beauty to me | M |
| has she not slain me enough | S |
| have I not cried in agony of love | T |
| birth hate | U |
| in pride crushed | V |
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| What is left after this | D |
| what can death loose in me | M |
| after your embrace | I |
| your touch | W |
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| your limbs are more terrible | X |
| to do me hurt | Y |
| What can death mar in me | M |
| that you have not | Z |
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| What can death send me | M |
| that you have not | Z |
| you gathered violets | A2 |
| you spoke | B2 |
| your hair is not less black | C2 |
| nor less fragrant | D2 |
| nor in your eyes is less light | E2 |
| your hair is not less sweet | F2 |
| with purple in the lift of lock | G2 |
| why were those slight words | H2 |
| and the violets you gathered | I2 |
| of such worth | J2 |
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| How I envy you death | C |
| what could death bring | K2 |
| more black more set with sparks | L2 |
| to slay to affright | I2 |
| than the memory of those first violets | A2 |
| the chance lift of your voice | M2 |
| the chance blinding frenzy | M |
| as you bent | I2 |
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| So the goddess has slain me | M |
| for your chance smile | N2 |
| and my scarf unfolding | K2 |
| as you stooped to it | I2 |
| so she trapped me | M |
| with upward sweep of your arm | O2 |
| as you lifted the veil | P2 |
| and the swift smile and selfless | O |
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| Could I have known | Q2 |
| nay spare pity | M |
| though I break | R2 |
| crushed under the goddess' hate | I2 |
| though I fall beaten at last | I2 |
| so high have I thrust my glance | F |
| up into her presence | G |
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| Do not pity me spare that | I2 |
| but how I envy you | S2 |
| your chance of death | C |
H. D.
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