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Sketch Of Lord Byron's Life Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGF AHIHJKLM NOPQRSTS UVHWXYGZ A2B2XVGXC2X AD2E2F2HZG2Y HVYVH2I2AH

Lord Byron was an EnglishmanA
A poet I believeB
His first works in old EnglandC
Was poorly receivedD
Perhaps it was Lord Byron's faultE
And perhaps it was notF
His life was full of misfortunesG
Ah strange was his lotF
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The character of Lord ByronA
Was of a low degreeH
Caused by his reckless conductI
And bad companyH
He sprung from an ancient houseJ
Noble but poor indeedK
His career on earth was marredL
By his own misdeedsM
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Generous and tender heartedN
Affectionate by extremeO
In temper he was waywardP
A poor Lord without meansQ
Ah he was a handsome fellowR
With great poetic skillS
His great intellectual powersT
He could use at his willS
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He was a sad child of natureU
Of fortune and of fameV
Also sad child to societyH
For nothing did he gainW
But slander and ridiculeX
Throughout his native landY
Thus the poet of the passionsG
Lived unappreciated manZ
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Yet at the age ofA2
Lord Byron then had gainedB2
The highest highest pinacleX
Of literary fameV
Ah he had such violent passionsG
They was beyond his controlX
Yet the public with its justiceC2
Sometimes would him extolX
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Sometimes again Lord ByronA
Was censured by the pressD2
Such obloquy he could not endureE2
So he done what was the bestF2
He left his native countryH
This great unhappy manZ
The only wish he had 'tis saidG2
He might die sword in handY
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He had joined the Grecian ArmyH
This man of delicate frameV
And there he died in a distant landY
And left on earth his fameV
Lord Byron's age was yearsH2
Then closed the sad careerI2
Of the most celebrated EnglishmanA
Of the nineteenth centuryH

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Cloris: Sweet sometimes..
Cruel at other times
Visited everywhere he lived
Touched his bed, armament went off
Marie: Great poem about my fav poet.
Interesting and sometimes cruel man.
I visited his houses.
 

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