To The Painted Columbine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IFIF JKJK LMLM NGNG FOFO| Bright image of the early years | A |
| When glowed my cheek as red as thou | B |
| And life's dark throng of cares and fears | A |
| Were swift winged shadows o'er my sunny brow | B |
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| Thou blushest from the painter's page | C |
| Robed in the mimic tints of art | D |
| But Nature's hand in youth's green age | C |
| With fairer hues first traced thee on my heart | D |
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| The morning's blush she made it thine | E |
| The morn's sweet breath she gave it thee | F |
| And in thy look my Columbine | E |
| Each fond remembered spot she bade me see | F |
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| I see the hill's far gazing head | G |
| Where gay thou noddest in the gale | H |
| I hear light bounding footsteps tread | G |
| The grassy path that winds along the vale | H |
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| I hear the voice of woodland song | I |
| Break from each bush and well known tree | F |
| And on light pinions borne along | I |
| Comes back the laugh from childhood's heart of glee | F |
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| O'er the dark rock the dashing brook | J |
| With look of anger leaps again | K |
| And hastening to each flowery nook | J |
| Its distant voice is heard far down the glen | K |
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| Fair child of art thy charms decay | L |
| Touched by the withered hand of Time | M |
| And hushed the music of that day | L |
| When my voice mingled with the streamlet's chime | M |
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| But on my heart thy cheek of bloom | N |
| Shall live when Nature's smile has fled | G |
| And rich with memory's sweet perfume | N |
| Shall o'er her grave thy tribute incense shed | G |
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| There shalt thou live and wake the glee | F |
| That echoed on thy native hill | O |
| And when loved flower I think of thee | F |
| My infant feet will seem to seek thee still | O |
Jones Very
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