Poor Thyrsus! Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABAB

Poor Thyrsis What boots it to weep out thine eyesA
Thy kid was a fair one I ownB
But the wolf with his cruel claw made her his prizeA
And to darkness her spirit hath flownB
Do the dogs cry What boots it In spite of their criesA
There is left of her never a boneB

Jon Corelis Theocritus



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