The Dance Of The Consumptives Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Fragment of an eccentric drama written at a very early ageA
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Ding dong ding dongB
Merry merry go the bellsC
Ding dong ding dongB
Over the heath over the moor and over the daleD
Swinging slow with sullen roarE
Dance dance away the jocund roundelayD
Ding dong ding dong calls us awayF
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Round the oak and round the elmG
Merrily foot it o'er the groundH
The sentry ghost it stands aloofI
So merrily merrily foot it roundH
Ding dong ding dongB
Merry merry go the bellsC
Swelling in the nightly galeD
The sentry ghostJ
It keeps its postJ
And soon and soon our sports must failD
But let us trip the nightly groundH
While the merry merry bells ring roundH
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Hark Hark the deathwatch ticksK
See see the winding sheetL
Our dance is doneM
Our race is runM
And we must lie at the alder's feetL
Ding dong ding dongB
Merry merry go the bellsC
Swinging o'er the weltering waveN
And we must seekO
Our deathbeds bleakO
Where the green sod grows upon the graveN
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They vanish The Goddess of Consumption descends habitedL
in a sky blue robe attended by mournful musicP
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Come Melancholy sister mineQ
Cold the dews and chill the nightL
Come from thy dreary shrineQ
The wan moon climbs the heavenly heightL
And underneath her sickly rayF
Troops of squalid spectres playF
And the dying mortals' groanR
Startles the night on her dusky throneR
Come come sister mineQ
Gliding on the pale moonshineQ
We'll ride at easeS
On the tainted breezeS
And oh our sport will be divineQ
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The Goddess of Melancholy advances out of a deep glen in theT
rear habited in black and covered with a thick veil SheU
speaksV
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Sister from my dark abodeL
Where nests the raven sits the toadL
Hither I come at thy commandL
Sister sister join thy handL
I will smooth the way for theeU
Thou shalt furnish food for meU
Come let us speed our wayF
Where the troops of spectres playF
To charnel houses churchyards drearF
Where Death sits with a horrible leerF
A lasting grin on a throne of bonesW
And skim along the blue tombstonesW
Come let us speed awayF
Lay our snares and spread our tetherF
I will smooth the way for theeU
Thou shalt furnish food for meU
And the grass shall waveN
O'er many a graveN
Where youth and beauty sleep togetherF
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CONSUMPTIONM
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Come let us speed our wayF
Join our hands and spread our tetherF
I will furnish food for theeU
Thou shalt smooth the way for meU
And the grass shall waveN
O'er many a graveN
Where youth and beauty sleep togetherF
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MELANCHOLYU
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Hist sister hist who comes hereF
Oh I know her by that tearF
By that blue eye's languid glareF
By her skin and by her hairF
She is mineQ
And she is thineQ
Now the deadliest draught prepareF
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CONSUMPTIONM
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In the dismal night air dress'dL
I will creep into her breastL
Flush her cheek and bleach her skinX
And feed on the vital fire withinX
Lover do not trust her eyesY
When they sparkle most she diesY
Mother do not trust her breathZ
Comfort she will breathe in deathZ
Father do not strive to save herF
She is mine and I must have herF
The coffin must be her bridal bedL
The winding sheet must wrap her headL
The whispering winds must o'er her sighA2
For soon in the grave the maid must lieA2
The worm it will riotL
On heavenly dietL
When death has deflower'd her eyeA2
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They vanishB2
While Consumption speaks Angelina entersC2
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ANGELINAT
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With what a silent and dejected paceD2
Dost thou wan Moon upon thy way advanceE2
In the blue welkin's vault Pale wandererF
Hast thou too felt the pangs of hopeless loveF2
That thus with such a melancholy graceD2
Thou dost pursue thy solitary courseG2
Has thy Endymion smooth faced boy forsookH2
Thy widow'd breast on which the spoiler oftL
Has nestled fondly while the silver cloudsI2
Fantastic pillow'd thee and the dim nightL
Obsequious to thy will encurtain'd roundL
With its thick fringe thy couch Wan travellerF
How like thy fate to mine Yet I have stillD
One heavenly hope remaining which thou lack'stL
My woes will soon be buried in the graveN
Of kind forgetfulness my journey hereF
Though it be darksome joyless and forlornJ2
Is yet but short and soon my weary feetL
Will greet the peaceful inn of lasting restL
But thou unhappy Queen art doom'd to traceD2
Thy lonely walk in the drear realms of nightL
While many a lagging age shall sweep beneathK2
The leaden pinions of unshaken timeL2
Though not a hope shall spread its glittering hueM2
To cheat thy steps along the weary wayF
O that the sum of human happinessN2
Should be so trifling and so frail withalD
That when possess'd it is but lessened griefO2
And even then there's scarce a sudden gustL
That blows across the dismal waste of lifeP2
But bears it from the view Oh who would shunM
The hour that cuts from earth and fear to pressQ2
The calm and peaceful pillows of the graveN
And yet endure the various ills of lifeP2
And dark vicissitudes Soon I hope I feelD
And am assured that I shall lay my deadL
My weary aching head on its last restL
And on my lowly bed the grass green sodL
Will flourish sweetly And then they will weepR2
That one so young and what they're pleased to callD
So beautiful should die so soon And tellD
How painful Disappointment's canker'd fangS2
Wither'd the rose upon my maiden cheekO
Oh foolish ones why I shall sleep so sweetlyD
Laid in my darksome grave that they themselvesT2
Might envy me my rest And as for themU2
Who on the score of former intimacyD
May thus remembrance me they must themselvesT2
Successive fallD
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Around the winter fireF
When out a doors the biting frost congealsT2
And shrill the skater's irons on the poolD
Ring loud as by the moonlight he performsT2
His graceful evolutions they not longB
Shall sit and chat of older times and featsT2
Of early youth but silent one by oneM
Shall drop into their shrouds Some in their ageA
Ripe for the sickle others young like meD
And falling green beneath the untimely strokeV2
Thus in short time in the churchyard forlornJ2
Where I shall lie my friends will lay them downW2
And dwell with me a happy familyD
And oh thou cruel yet beloved youthX2
Who now hast left me hopeless here to mournJ2
Do thou but shed one tear upon my corseT2
And say that I was gentle and deservedL
A better lover and I shall forgiveY2
All all thy wrongs and then do thou forgetL
The hapless Margaret and be as bless'dL
As wish can make thee Laugh and play and singZ2
With thy dear choice and never think of meD
Yet hist I hear a step In this dark woodL

Henry Kirk White



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