Byron And The Angel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBBBC DDBDEB FFAFGG HHIHBBB JJKJKK LLMMBFFN KKFKOP KKQKF R KKST A MMRA R TTMMUR

PoetA
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Why this fever why this sighingB
Why this restless longing dyingB
For a something dreamy somethingB
Undefined and yet defyingB
All the pride and power of manhoodC
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O these years of sin and sorrowD
Smiling while the iron harrowD
Of a keen and biting longingB
Tears and quivers in the marrowD
Of my being every momentE
Of my very inmost beingB
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What to me the mad ambitionF
For men's praise and proud positionF
Struggling fighting to the summitA
Of its vain and earthly missionF
To lie down on bed of ashesG
Bed of barren bitter ashesG
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Cure this fever I have tried itH
Smothered drenched it and defied itH
With a will of brass and ironI
Every smile and look denied itH
Yet it heeded not denyingB
And it mocks at my defyingB
While my very soul is dyingB
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Is there balm in Gilead tell meJ
Nay no balm to soothe and quell meJ
Must I tremble in this feverK
Death O lift thy hand and fell meJ
Let me sink to rest foreverK
Where this burning cometh neverK
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Sometimes when this restless madnessL
Softens down to mellow sadnessL
I look back on sun lit valleysM
Where my boyish heart of gladnessM
Nestled without pain or longingB
Nestled softly in a visionF
Full of love and hope's fruitionF
Lulled by morning songs of spring timeN
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Then I ponder and I wonderK
Was some heart chord snapped asunderK
When the threads were soft and silkenF
Did some fatal boyish blunderK
Plant a canker in my bosomO
That hath ever burned and rankledP
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O this thirsting thirsting hankerK
O this burning burning canker'K
Driving Peace and Hope to shipwreckQ
Without rudder without anchorK
On the reef rocks of DamnationF
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Invisible AngelR
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Jesus Son of Virgin MaryK
Lift the burden from the wearyK
Pity Jesus and anoint himS
With the holy balm of GileadT
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PoetA
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Yea Christ Jesus pour thy blessingsM
On these terrible heart pressingsM
O I bless thee unseen AngelR
Lead me teach me holy SpiritA
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AngelR
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There is balm in GileadT
There is balm in GileadT
Peace awaits thee with caressingsM
Sitting at the feet of JesusM
At the right hand of JehovahU
At the blessed feet of Jesus AlleluiaR

Hanford Lennox Gordon



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