The Beauteous Flower - Son Of The Imprisioned Count Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CB DEE E F GF GHH I J J KJ KLL M A N ON OPP Q E R SR STT E A U VU VWW X Y Z DZ CA2A2 S A H B2H B2C2C2 X D2 E2 FE2 FXX S A F2 BF2 BDD G2 H2 C2H2 C2TT D2 H DH DH2H2 I2| COUNT | A |
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| I KNOW a flower of beauty rare | B |
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| Ah how I hold it dear | C |
| To seek it I would fain repair | B |
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| Were I not prison'd here | D |
| My sorrow sore oppresses me | E |
| For when I was at liberty | E |
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| I had it close beside me | E |
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| Though from this castle's walls so steep | F |
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| I cast mine eyes around | G |
| And gaze oft from the lofty keep | F |
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| The flower can not be found | G |
| Whoe'er would bring it to my sight | H |
| Whether a vassal he or knight | H |
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| My dearest friend I'd deem him | I |
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| THE ROSE | J |
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| I blossom fair thy tale of woes | J |
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| I hear from 'neath thy grate | K |
| Thou doubtless meanest me the rose | J |
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| Poor knight of high estate | K |
| Thou hast in truth a lofty mind | L |
| The queen of flowers is then enshrin'd | L |
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| I doubt not in thy bosom | M |
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| COUNT | A |
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| Thy red in dress of green array'd | N |
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| As worth all praise I hold | O |
| And so thou'rt treasured by each maid | N |
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| Like precious stones or gold | O |
| Thy wreath adorns the fairest face | P |
| But still thou'rt not the flower whose grace | P |
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| I honour here in silence | Q |
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| THE LILY | E |
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| The rose is wont with pride to swell | R |
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| And ever seeks to rise | S |
| But gentle sweethearts love full well | R |
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| The lily's charms to prize | S |
| The heart that fills a bosom true | T |
| That is like me unsullied too | T |
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| My merit values duly | E |
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| COUNT | A |
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| In truth I hope myself unstain'd | U |
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| And free from grievous crime | V |
| Yet I am here a prisoner chain'd | U |
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| And pass in grief my time | V |
| To me thou art an image sure | W |
| Of many a maiden mild and pure | W |
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| And yet I know a dearer | X |
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| THE PINK | Y |
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| That must be me the pink who scent | Z |
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| The warder's garden here | D |
| Or wherefore is he so intent | Z |
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| My charms with care to rear | C |
| My petals stand in beauteous ring | A2 |
| Sweet incense all around I fling | A2 |
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| And boast a thousand colours | S |
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| COUNT | A |
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| The pink in truth we should not slight | H |
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| It is the gardener's pride | B2 |
| It now must stand exposed to light | H |
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| Now in the shade abide | B2 |
| Yet what can make the Count's heart glow | C2 |
| Is no mere pomp of outward show | C2 |
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| It is a silent flower | X |
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| THE VIOLET | D2 |
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| Here stand I modestly half hid | E2 |
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| And fain would silence keep | F |
| Yet since to speak I now am bid | E2 |
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| I'll break my silence deep | F |
| If worthy Knight I am that flower | X |
| It grieves me that I have not power | X |
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| To breathe forth all my sweetness | S |
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| COUNT | A |
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| The violet's charms I prize indeed | F2 |
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| So modest 'tis and fair | B |
| And smells so sweet yet more I need | F2 |
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| To ease my heavy care | B |
| The truth I'll whisper in thine ear | D |
| Upon these rocky heights so drear | D |
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| I cannot find the loved one | G2 |
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| The truest maiden 'neath the sky | H2 |
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| Roams near the stream below | C2 |
| And breathes forth many a gentle sigh | H2 |
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| Till I from hence can go | C2 |
| And when she plucks a flow'ret blue | T |
| And says Forget me not I too | T |
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| Though far away can feel it | D2 |
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| Ay distance only swells love's might | H |
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| When fondly love a pair | D |
| Though prison'd in the dungeon's night | H |
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| In life I linger there | D |
| And when my heart is breaking nigh | H2 |
| Forget me not is all I cry | H2 |
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| And straightway life returneth | I2 |
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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