Lines Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEF GGHH IIJJKK LLMMHHNNOOHH PPQQRRSSTT UUNNHH VWXXYY| Written impromptu on reading the following passage in Mr | A |
| Capel Lofft's beautiful and interesting Preface to Nathaniel | B |
| Bloomfield's Poems just published It has a mixture | A |
| of the sportive which deepens the impression of its | C |
| melancholy close I could have wished as I have said in a | D |
| short note the conclusion had been otherwise The sours of | E |
| life less offend my taste than its sweets delight it | F |
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| Go to the raging sea and say Be still | G |
| Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will | G |
| Preach to the storm and reason with Despair | H |
| But tell not Misery's son that life is fair | H |
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| Thou who in Plenty's lavish lap hast roll'd | I |
| And every year with new delight hast told | I |
| Thou who recumbent on the lacquer'd barge | J |
| Hast dropt down joy's gay stream of pleasant marge | J |
| Thou mayst extol life's calm untroubled sea | K |
| The storms of misery never burst on thee | K |
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| Go to the mat where squalid Want reclines | L |
| Go to the shade obscure where merit pines | L |
| Abide with him whom Penury's charms control | M |
| And bind the rising yearnings of his soul | M |
| Survey his sleepless couch and standing there | H |
| Tell the poor pallid wretch that life is fair | H |
| Press thou the lonely pillow of his head | N |
| And ask why sleep his languid eyes has fled | N |
| Mark his dew'd temples and his half shut eye | O |
| His trembling nostrils and his deep drawn sigh | O |
| His muttering mouth contorted with despair | H |
| And ask if Genius could inhabit there | H |
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| Oh yes that sunken eye with fire once gleam'd | P |
| And rays of light from its full circlet stream'd | P |
| But now Neglect has stung him to the core | Q |
| And Hope's wild raptures thrill his breast no more | Q |
| Domestic Anguish winds his vitals round | R |
| And added Grief compels him to the ground | R |
| Lo o'er his manly form decay'd and wan | S |
| The shades of death with gradual steps steal on | S |
| And the pale mother pining to decay | T |
| Weeps for her boy her wretched life away | T |
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| Go child of Fortune to his early grave | U |
| Where o'er his head obscure the rank weeds wave | U |
| Behold the heart wrung parent lay her head | N |
| On the cold turf and ask to share his bed | N |
| Go child of Fortune take thy lesson there | H |
| And tell us then that life is wondrous fair | H |
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| Yet Lofft in thee whose hand is still stretch'd forth | V |
| To encourage genius and to foster worth | W |
| On thee the unhappy's firm unfailing friend | X |
| 'T is just that every blessing should descend | X |
| 'T is just that life to thee should only show | Y |
| Her fairer side but little mix'd with woe | Y |
Henry Kirk White
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