The Dying Prince Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCC DDEF GGHH IIJJ KLMM NNOO PPQQ| There are no days for me any more for the dawn is dark with tears | A |
| There is no rest for me any more for the night is thick with fears | B |
| There are no flowers nor any fruit for the sorrowful locusts came | C |
| And the garden is but a memory the vineyard only a name | C |
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| There is no light in the empty sky no sail upon the sea | D |
| Birds are yet on their nests perchance but they sing no more to me | D |
| Past vanished faded away all the joys that were | E |
| My youth died down in a swift decline when they married her to despair | F |
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| My lord the crowd in the Audience Hall how long wilt thou have them wait | G |
| I have given my father's younger son the guidance of the State | G |
| The steeds are saddled the Captains call for the orders of the day | H |
| Tell them that I shall ride no more to the hunting or the fray | H |
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| Sweet the scent of the Moghra flowers Brother it may be so | I |
| The young flushed spring is with us again Is it I did not know | I |
| The Zamorin's daughter draweth near on slender golden feet | J |
| Oh a curse upon all sweet things say I to whom they are no more sweet | J |
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| Dost think that a man as sick as I can compass a woman's ease | K |
| That the sons of a man who is like to me could ever find rest or peace | L |
| Tell them to marry them where they will if their longing be so sore | M |
| Such are the things that all men seek but I shall seek no more | M |
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| All my muscles are fallen in and the blood deserts my veins | N |
| Every fibre and bone of me is waxen full of pains | N |
| The iron feet of mine enemy's curse are heavy upon my head | O |
| Look at me and judge for thyself thou seest I am but dead | O |
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| Then who is it Prince who has done this thing has sown such a bitter seed | P |
| That we hale him forth to the Market place bind him and let him bleed | P |
| That the flesh may shudder and wince and writhe reddening 'neath the rod | Q |
| Love is the evil doer alas and how shalt thou scourge a God | Q |
Laurence Hope (adela Florence Cory Nicolson)
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