Misfortune Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCE FGFG HIHI JIJI KLML ININ IIII OCOC PAPA ABAB| AWAY with the muses of frolic away | A |
| With the haunts of diversion and folly and mine | B |
| Ay mine be the joy to awaken a lay | A |
| And to weave for misfortune a garland divine | B |
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| We shrink at life's shadows and fly to the bowl | C |
| Tho' warned and reminded again and again | D |
| That the death of the reason's the death of the soul | C |
| And what seemeth a loss may in fact be a gain | E |
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| Full often to us is the loss or the cross | F |
| What the furnace itself's to the nugget of ore | G |
| And the more we are freed from mortality's dross | F |
| The brighter the soul and her glory the more | G |
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| The saint is the grander when smitten by woe | H |
| The sinner excites a sweet thrill in our breast | I |
| And still from the presence of sorrow shall flow | H |
| What endeareth the spirit by sorrow possest | I |
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| Cleopatra of old threw o'er C sar a spell | J |
| And her life was a chain of such triumphs and yet | I |
| Her very chief glory began when she fell | J |
| And her blood as a meal to the viper was set | I |
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| Not only the victims of virtue we mourn | K |
| But the victims of error our pity enthral | L |
| And the tear we let fall o'er a Lucretia's urn | M |
| Leaves a tear o'er the urn of a Helen to fall | L |
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| Not alone round the brows of the martyrs of right | I |
| But a halo encircles the victims of wrong | N |
| And if history's muse in a Hampden delight | I |
| Not less is a Stuart the Idol of song | N |
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| Endeared thro' affliction thro' anguish endeared | I |
| By pity to many a vigil is kept | I |
| Who else with the idols by fashion revered | I |
| Unburned in the waters of Lethe had slept | I |
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| The mortal immortal becomes upon earth | O |
| And the spirit thro' trials is helped to the goal | C |
| Where the mantle of glory and girdle of worth | O |
| Are the meed that awaiteth the tender in soul | C |
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| Be our state e'er so lofty down down we must sink | P |
| When the dire wheel of fortune moves on as it may | A |
| But the greater the blow sooner broken the link | P |
| By which we are bound to what smacks of the clay | A |
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| Then give me the gift to awaken a lay | A |
| And to weave for misfortune a garland divine | B |
| And the world and its follies may go on their way | A |
| A rapture unknown to the giddy is mine | B |
Joseph Skipsey
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