The Roman Rose-seller Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDEFGHIHDAJAKLMAN OPQAABARSTAUVWXYZA2A B2QAC2D2AME2WF2G2BH2 I2| Not from Paestum come my roses Patrons see | A |
| My flowers are Roman blown their nectaries | A |
| Drop honey amber and their petals throw | B |
| Rich crimsons on the lucent marble of the shrine | C |
| Where snowy Dian lifts her pallid brow | D |
| As crimson lips of Love may seek to warm | E |
| A sister glow in hearts as pulseless hewn | F |
| Caesar from Afric wars returns to day | G |
| Patricians buy my royal roses strew | H |
| His way knee deep as though old Tiber roll'd | I |
| A tide of musky roses from his bed to do | H |
| A wonder wond'rous homage Marcus Lucius thou | D |
| To day dost wed buy roses roses roses | A |
| To mingle with the nuptial myrtle look | J |
| I strip the polish'd thorns from the stems | A |
| The nuptial rose should be a stingless flower | K |
| Lucania pass not by my roses Virginia | L |
| Here is a rose that has a canker in't and yet | M |
| It is most glorious dyed and sweeter smells | A |
| Than those death hath not touched To day they bear | N |
| The shield of Claudius with his spear upon it | O |
| Close upon Caesar's chariot heap heap it up | P |
| With roses such as these 'tis true he's dead | Q |
| And there's the canker but Romans he | A |
| Died glorious there's the perfume and his virtues | A |
| Are these bright petals so buy my roses Widow | B |
| No Greek born roses mine Priestess priestess | A |
| Thy ivory chariot stay here's a rose and not | R |
| A white one though thy chaste hands attend | S |
| On Vesta's flame Love's of a colour be it that | T |
| Which ladders Heaven and lives amongst the Gods | A |
| Or like the Daffodil blows all about the earth | U |
| Or Hesperus like is one sole star upon | V |
| The solemn sky which bridges same sad life | W |
| So here's a crimson rose Be thou as pure | X |
| As Dian's tears iced on her silver cheek | Y |
| And know no quality of love thou art | Z |
| A sorrow to the Gods Oh mighty Love | A2 |
| I would my roses could but chorus Thee | A |
| No roses of Persepolis are mine Helot here | B2 |
| I give thee this last blossom A bee as red | Q |
| As Hybla's golden toilers sucked its sweets | A |
| A butterfly wing'd like to Eros nipp'd | C2 |
| Its new pinked leaves the sun bright despot stole | D2 |
| The dew night gives to all Poor slave methinks | A |
| A bough of cypress were as gay a gift and yet | M |
| It hath some beauty left a little scarlet for | E2 |
| The Gods love all a little perfume for there is no life | W |
| Poor slave but hath its sweetness Thus I make | F2 |
| My roses Oracles O hark the cymbals beat | G2 |
| In god like silver bursts of sound I go | B |
| To see great Caesar leading Glory home | H2 |
| From Campus Martius to the Capitol | I2 |
Isabella Valancy Crawford
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