Poor Thyrsus! Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABABPoor Thyrsis What boots it to weep out thine eyes | A |
Thy kid was a fair one I own | B |
But the wolf with his cruel claw made her his prize | A |
And to darkness her spirit hath flown | B |
Do the dogs cry What boots it In spite of their cries | A |
There is left of her never a bone | B |
Jon Corelis Theocritus
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