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Isabella Or The Pot Of Basil Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
Fair Isabel poor simple Isabel	B
Lorenzo a young palmer in Love's eye	A
They could not in the self same mansion dwell	B
Without some stir of heart some malady	C
They could not sit at meals but feel how well	B
It soothed each to be the other by	A
They could not sure beneath the same roof sleep	D
But to each other dream and nightly weep	D
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II	A
With every morn their love grew tenderer	E
With every eve deeper and tenderer still	F
He might not in house field or garden stir	E
But her full shape would all his seeing fill	F
And his continual voice was pleasanter	E
To her than noise of trees or hidden rill	F
Her lute string gave an echo of his name	G
She spoilt her half done broidery with the same	G
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III	A
He knew whose gentle hand was at the latch	H
Before the door had given her to his eyes	I
And from her chamber window he would catch	H
Her beauty farther than the falcon spies	I
And constant as her vespers would he watch	J
Because her face was turn'd to the same skies	I
And with sick longing all the night outwear	E
To hear her morning step upon the stair	E
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IV	K
A whole long month of May in this sad plight	L
Made their cheeks paler by the break of June	M
To morrow will I bow to my delight	L
To morrow will I ask my lady's boon	M
O may I never see another night	L
Lorenzo if thy lips breathe not love's tune	M
So spake they to their pillows but alas	N
Honeyless days and days did he let pass	N
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V	K
Until sweet Isabella's untouch'd cheek	O
Fell sick within the rose's just domain	P
Fell thin as a young mother's who doth seek	O
By every lull to cool her infant's pain	P
How ill she is said he I may not speak	O
And yet I will and tell my love all plain	P
If looks speak love laws I will drink her tears	Q
And at the least 'twill startle off her cares	Q
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VI	K
So said he one fair morning and all day	R
His heart beat awfully against his side	S
And to his heart he inwardly did pray	R
For power to speak but still the ruddy tide	S
Stifled his voice and puls'd resolve away	R
Fever'd his high conceit of such a bride	S
Yet brought him to the meekness of a child	T
Alas when passion is both meek and wild	T
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VII	K
So once more he had wak'd and anguished	U
A dreary night of love and misery	K
If Isabel's quick eye had not been wed	V
To every symbol on his forehead high	K
She saw it waxing very pale and dead	V
And straight all flush'd so lisped tenderly	K
Lorenzo here she ceas'd her timid quest	W
But in her tone and look he read the rest	W
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VIII	K
O Isabella I can half perceive	K
That I may speak my grief into thine ear	E
If thou didst ever any thing believe	K
Believe how I love thee believe how near	E
My soul is to its doom I would not grieve	K
Thy hand by unwelcome pressing would not fear	E
Thine eyes by gazing but I cannot live	K
Another night and not my passion shrive	K
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IX	Q
Love thou art leading me from wintry cold	X
Lady thou leadest me to summer clime	G
And I must taste the blossoms that unfold	X
In its ripe warmth this gracious morning time	G
So said his erewhile timid lips grew bold	X
And poesied with hers in dewy rhyme	G
Great bliss was with them and great happiness	Q
Grew like a lusty flower in June's caress	Q
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X	Q
Parting they seem'd to tread upon the air	E
Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart	Y
Only to meet again more close and share	E
The inward fragrance of each other's heart	Y
She to her chamber gone a ditty fair	E
Sang of delicious love and honey'd dart	Y
He with light steps went up a western hill	F
And bade the sun farewell and joy'd his fill	F
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XI	Q
All close they met again before the dusk	Z
Had taken from the stars its pleasant veil	A2
All close they met all eves before the dusk	Z
Had taken from the stars its pleasant veil	A2
Close in a bower of hyacinth and musk	Z
Unknown of any free from whispering tale	A2
Ah better had it been for ever so	Q
Than idle ears should pleasure in their woe	Q
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XII	Q
Were they unhappy then It cannot be	Q
Too many tears for lovers have been shed	V
Too many sighs give we to them in fee	Q
Too much of pity after they are dead	V
Too many doleful stories do we see	Q
Whose matter in bright gold were best be read	V
Except in such a page where Theseus' spouse	Q
Over the pathless waves towards him bows	Q
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XIII	Q
But for the general award of love	K
The little sweet doth kill much bitterness	Q
Though Dido silent is in under grove	K
And Isabella's was a great distress	Q
Though young Lorenzo in warm Indian clove	K
Was not embalm'd this truth is not the less	Q
Even bees the little almsmen of spring bowers	Q
Know there is richest juice in poison flowers	Q
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XIV	K
With her two brothers this fair lady dwelt	B2
Enriched from ancestral merchandize	Q
And for them many a weary hand did swelt	B2
In torched mines and noisy factories	Q
And many once proud quiver'd loins did melt	B2
In blood from stinging whip with hollow eyes	Q
Many all day in dazzling river stood	B2
To take the rich ored driftings of the flood	B2
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XV	K
For them the Ceylon diver held his breath	C2
And went all naked to the hungry shark	D2
For them his ears gush'd blood for them in death	C2
The seal on the cold ice with piteous bark	D2
Lay full of darts for them alone did seethe	E2
A thousand men in troubles wide and dark	D2
Half ignorant they turn'd an easy wheel	F2
That set sharp racks at work to pinch and peel	F2
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XVI	K
Why were they proud Because their marble founts	Q
Gush'd with more pride than do a wretch's tears	Q
Why were they proud Because fair orange mounts	Q
Were of more soft ascent than lazar stairs	Q
Why were they proud Because red lin'd accounts	Q
Were richer than the songs of Grecian years	Q
Why were they proud again we ask aloud	B2
Why in the name of Glory were they proud	B2
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XVII	K
Yet were these Florentines as self retired	B2
In hungry pride and gainful cowardice	Q
As two close Hebrews in that land inspired	B2
Paled in and vineyarded from beggar spies	Q
The hawks of ship mast forests the untired	B2
And pannier'd mules for ducats and old lies	Q
Quick cat's paws on the generous stray away	R
Great wits in Spanish Tuscan and Malay	R
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XVIII	K
How was it these same ledger men could spy	K
Fair Isabella in her downy nest	B2
How could they find out in Lorenzo's eye	K
A straying from his toil Hot Egypt's pest	B2
Into their vision covetous and sly	K
How could these money bags see east and west	B2
Yet so they did and every dealer fair	E
Must see behind as doth the hunted hare	E
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XIX	Q
O eloquent and famed Boccaccio	Q
Of thee we now should ask forgiving boon	M
And of thy spicy myrtles as they blow	Q
And of thy roses amorous of the moon	M
And of thy lilies that do paler grow	Q
Now they can no more hear thy ghittern's tune	M
For venturing syllables that ill beseem	G
The quiet glooms of such a piteous theme	G
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XX	Q
Grant thou a pardon here and then the tale	A2
Shall move on soberly as it is meet	B2
There is no other crime no mad assail	A2
To make old prose in modern rhyme more sweet	B2
But it is done succeed the verse or fail	A2
To honour thee and thy gone spirit greet	B2
To stead thee as a verse in English tongue	G2
An echo of thee in the north wind sung	G2
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XXI	Q
These brethren having found by many signs	Q
What love Lorenzo for their sister had	B2
And how she lov'd him too each unconfines	Q
His bitter thoughts to other well nigh mad	B2
That he the servant of their trade designs	Q
Should in their sister's love be blithe and glad	B2
When 'twas their plan to coax her by degrees	Q
To some high noble and his olive trees	Q
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XXII	Q
And many a jealous conference had they	R
And many times they bit their lips alone	H2
Before they fix'd upon a surest way	R
To make the youngster for his crime atone	H2
And at the last these men of cruel clay	R
Cut Mercy with a sharp knife to the bone	H2
For they resolved in some forest dim	G
To kill Lorenzo and there bury him	G
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XXIII	Q
So on a pleasant morning as he leant	B2
Into the sun rise o'er the balustrade	B2
Of the garden terrace towards him they bent	B2
Their footing through the dews and to him said	B2