Girl At Her Devotions. By Newton Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDDEEFFGH IIJKLMAANNOOPPQQ RRSSTTARUURRVVWWSXYY

SHE was just risen from her bended kneeA
But yet peace seem'd not with her pietyA
For there was paleness upon her young cheekB
And thoughts upon the lips which never speakB
But wring the heart that at the last they breakC
Alas how much of misery may be readD
In that wan forehead and that bow'd down headD
Her eye is on a picture woe that everE
Love should thus struggle with a vain endeavourE
Against itself it is a common taleF
And ever will be while earth soils prevailF
Over earth's happiness it tells she stroveG
With silent secret unrequited loveH
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It matters not its history love has wingsI
Like lightining swift and fatal and it springsI
Like a wild flower where it is least expectedJ
Existing whether cherish'd or rejectedK
Living with only but to be contentL
Hopeless for love is its own elementM
Requiring nothing so that it may beA
The martyr of its fond fidelityA
A mystery art thou thou mighty oneN
We speak thy name in beauty yet we shunN
To own thee Love a guest the poet's songsO
Are sweetest when their voice to thee belongsO
And hope sweet opiate tenderness delightP
Are terms which are thy own peculiar rightP
Yet all deny their master who will ownQ
His breast thy footstool and his heart thy throneQ
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'Tis strange to think if we could fling asideR
The masque and mantle that love wears from prideR
How much would be we now so little guessS
Deep in each heart's undream'd unsought recessS
The careless smile like a gay banner borneT
The laugh of merriment the lip of scornT
And for a cloak what is there that can beA
So difficult to pierce as gaietyR
Too dazzling to be scann'd the haughty browU
Seems to hide something it would not avowU
But rainbow words light laugh and thoughtless jestR
These are the bars the curtain to the breastR
That shuns a scrutiny and she whose formV
Now bends in grief beneath the bosom's stormV
Has hidden well her wound now none are nighW
To mock with curious or with careless eyeW
For love seeks sympathy a chilling yesS
Strikes at the root of its best happinessX
And mockery is worm wood she may dwellY
On feelings which that picture may not tellY

Letitia Elizabeth Landon



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