The Rose Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B B C D E F G H I J K L M N O C P Q D K

The last days of August Autumn was already at handA
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The sun was setting A sudden downpour of rain without thunder or lightning had just passed rapidly over our wide plainB
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The garden in front of the house glowed and steamed all filled with the fire of the sunset and the deluge of rainB
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She was sitting at a table in the drawing room and with persistent dreaminess gazing through the half open door into the gardenC
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I knew what was passing at that moment in her soul I knew that after a brief but agonising struggle she was at that instant giving herself up to a feeling she could no longer masterD
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All at once she got up went quickly out into the garden and disappearedE
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An hour passed a second she had not returnedF
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Then I got up and getting out of the house I turned along the walk by which of that I had no doubt she had goneG
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All was darkness about me the night had already fallen But on the damp sand of the path a roundish object could be discerned bright red even through the mistH
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I stooped down It was a fresh new blown rose Two hours before I had seen this very rose on her bosomI
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I carefully picked up the flower that had fallen in the mud and going back to the drawing room laid it on the table before her chairJ
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And now at last she came back and with light footsteps crossing the whole room sat down at the tableK
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Her face was both paler and more vivid her downcast eyes that looked somehow smaller strayed rapidly in happy confusion from side to sideL
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She saw the rose snatched it up glanced at its crushed muddy petals glanced at me and her eyes brought suddenly to a standstill were bright with tearsM
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'What are you crying for ' I askedN
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'Why see this rose Look what has happened to it '-
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Then I thought fit to utter a profound remarkO
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'Your tears will wash away the mud ' I pronounced with a significant expressionC
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'Tears do not wash they burn ' she answered And turning to the hearth she flung the rose into the dying flameP
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'Fire burns even better than tears ' she cried with spirit and her lovely eyes still bright with tears laughed boldly and happilyQ
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I saw that she too had been in the fireD
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AprilK

Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev



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