Isabelle And I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIJKLML NOPOQLRL BGSGTULU LVAVLEOE WXWXYZA2Z B2C2D2C2E2F2G2H2 I2J2I2J2DELE B2K2J2K2L2EJ2E J2J2M2J2J2N2J2N2 O2P2Q2P2H2R2S2T2 J2U2J2U2J2V2J2V2 J2W2J2W2EJ2D2J2 D2J2X2J2Isabelle has gold and lands | A |
Fate gave her a fair lot | B |
Like the white lilies of the field | C |
Her soft hands toil not | B |
I gaze upon her splendor | D |
Without an envious sigh | E |
I have no wealth in lands and gold | F |
And yet sweet peace have I | E |
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I know the blue sky smiles as bright | G |
On the low field violet | H |
As on the proud crest of the pine | I |
On loftiest mountain set | J |
I am content God loveth all | K |
And if He tenderly | L |
The sparrow guides He knoweth best | M |
The place where I should be | L |
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Her violet velvet curtains trail | N |
Down to the floor | O |
But brightly God's rich sunshine streams | P |
Into my cottage door | O |
And not a picture on her walls | Q |
Hath beauty unto me | L |
Like that which from my window frame | R |
I daily lean to see | L |
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She has known such pomp she careth not | B |
For any humble sight | G |
Flowers bending o'er the brook's green edge | S |
To her give no delight | G |
She tends her costly eastern bird | T |
With gold upon its wing | U |
But her wild roses bloom for me | L |
For me her wild birds sing | U |
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She tires of home and fain would see | L |
The brightest clime of earth | V |
And so she sails for summer lands | A |
With friends to share her mirth | V |
She waves her jewelled hand to me | L |
The opal spray clouds fly | E |
She leaves me with the fading shore | O |
Do I envy her not I | E |
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She will see the sailor's hardened palms | W |
Curbing the toiling sails | X |
She will faint beneath the tropic calms | W |
And face the angry gales | X |
She will labor for her happiness | Y |
While I've no need to speak | Z |
But on a lotus leaf I float | A2 |
Unto the land they seek | Z |
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There like a dream from out the wave | B2 |
I see a city rise | C2 |
I stand entranced as by a spell | D2 |
Upon the Bridge of Sighs | C2 |
The low and measured dip of oars | E2 |
Falls softly on my ear | F2 |
Blent with the tender evening song | G2 |
Of some swart gondolier | H2 |
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And down from marble terraces | I2 |
Veiled ladies slowly pass | J2 |
And entering antique barges | I2 |
Glide down the streets of glass | J2 |
And eyes filled with the dew and fire | D |
Of their own midnight sky | E |
Gleam full on me as silently | L |
The gondolas float by | E |
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The sunset burns and turns the wave | B2 |
To an enchanted stream | K2 |
And far up on the shadowy steeps | J2 |
The white walled convents gleam | K2 |
The music of their bells float out | L2 |
The sweet wind bears it by | E |
Adown the warm and sunny slopes | J2 |
Where purple vineyards lie | E |
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And I stand in old cathedrals | J2 |
By tombs of buried kings | J2 |
White angels bend above them | M2 |
Mute guard with folded wings | J2 |
Far down the aisle the organ peals | J2 |
The priests are knelt in prayer | N2 |
And memories flood its ancient walls | J2 |
As the music fills the air | N2 |
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I may not see that blessed land | O2 |
But she roams o'er the sod | P2 |
The Lord's pure eyes have hallowed | Q2 |
Where once His feet have trod | P2 |
Yet He in mercy has drawn near | H2 |
He has me comforted | R2 |
So near He seemed I almost felt | S2 |
His hand upon my head | T2 |
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And I with slow and reverent steps | J2 |
Through ancient cities roam | U2 |
Treading o'er crumbling columns | J2 |
The dust of spire and dome | U2 |
The tall and shattered arches | J2 |
Their flickering shadows cast | V2 |
Like bent and hoary spectres | J2 |
Low murmuring of the past | V2 |
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And Isabelle toils o'er the Alps | J2 |
Through fields of ice and snow | W2 |
To see the lofty glaciers | J2 |
Flash in the sun's red glow | W2 |
I feel no cold and yet on high | E |
Their shining spires I see | J2 |
Why should I envy Isabelle | D2 |
Why should she pity me | J2 |
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Why should I envy Isabelle | D2 |
When thus so easily | J2 |
Upon a tropic flower's perfume | X2 |
I float across the sea | J2 |
Marietta Holley
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