The Artist. (sonnet I.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBACDECDE| Nothing the greatest artist can conceive | A |
| That every marble block doth not confine | B |
| Within itself and only its design | B |
| The hand that follows intellect can achieve | A |
| The ill I flee the good that I believe | A |
| In thee fair lady lofty and divine | B |
| Thus hidden lie and so that death be mine | B |
| Art of desired success doth me bereave | A |
| Love is not guilty then nor thy fair face | C |
| Nor fortune cruelty nor great disdain | D |
| Of my disgrace nor chance nor destiny | E |
| If in thy heart both death and love find place | C |
| At the same time and if my humble brain | D |
| Burning can nothing draw but death from thee | E |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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