Edmund's Wedding Poem Rhyme Scheme

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By the side of the brook where the willow is waving	A
Why sits the wan Youth in his wedding suit gay	B
Now sighing so deeply now frantickly raving	A
Beneath the pale light of the moon's sickly ray	B
Now he starts all aghast and with horror's wild gesture	C
Cries AGNES is coming I know her white vesture	C
See see how she beckons me on to the willow	D
Where on the cold turf she has made our rude pillow	D
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Sweet girl yes I know thee thy cheek's living roses	E
Are chang'd and grown pale with the touch of despair	C
And thy bosom no longer the lily discloses	E
For thorns my poor AGNES are now planted there	C
Thy blue starry Eyes are all dimm'd by dark sorrow	D
No more from thy lip can the flow'r fragrance borrow	D
For cold does it seem like the pale light of morning	A
And thou smil'st as in sadness thy fond lover scorning	A
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From the red scene of slaughter thy Edmund returning	A
Has dress'd himself gayly with May blooming flow'rs	E
His bosom dear AGNES still faithfully burning	A
While madly impatient his eyes beam in show'rs	E
O many a time have I thought of thy beauty	F
When cannons loud roaring taught Valour its duty	F
And many a time have I sigh'd to behold thee	F
When the sulphur of War in its cloudy mist roll'd me	F
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At the still hour of morn when the Camp was reposing	A
I wander'd alone on the wide dewy plain	G
And when the gold curtains of Ev'ning were closing	A
I watch'd the long shadows steal over the Main	G
Across the wild Ocean half frantic they bore me	F
Unheeding my groans from Thee AGNES they tore me	F
But though my poor heart might have bled in the battle	H
Thy name should have echoed amidst the loud rattle	H
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When I gaz'd on the field of the dead and the dying	A
O AGNES my fancy still wander'd to Thee	F
When around my brave Comrades in anguish were lying	A
I long'd on the death bed of Valour to be	F
For sever'd from THEE my SWEET GIRL the loud thunder	C
Which tore the soft fetters of fondness asunder	C
Had only one kindness in mercy to shew me	F
To bid me die bravely that thou Love may'st know me	F
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His arms now are folded he bows as in sorrow	D
His tears trickle fast down his wedding suit gay	A
My AGNES will bless me he murmurs to morrow	D
As fresh as the breezes that welcome the day	A
Poor Youth know thy AGNES so lovely and blooming	A
Stern Death has embrac'd all her beauties entombing	A
And pale as her shroud in the grave she reposes	E
Her bosom of snow all besprinkled with Roses	E
	-
Her Cottage is now in the dark dell decaying	A
And shatter'd the casements and clos'd is the door	C
And the nettle now waves where the wild KID is playing	A
And the neat little garden with weeds is grown o'er	C
The Owl builds its nest in the thatch and there shrieking	A
A place all deserted and lonely bespeaking	A
Salutes the night traveller wandering near it	I
And makes his faint heart sicken sadly to hear it	I
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Then Youth for thy habit henceforth thou should'st borrow	D
The Raven's dark colour and mourn for thy dear	C
Thy AGNES for thee would have cherish'd her Sorrow	D
And drest her pale cheek with a lingering tear	C
For soon as thy steps to the Battle departed	J
She droop'd and poor Maiden she died broken hearted	J
And the turf that is bound with fresh garlands of roses	E
Is now the cold bed where her sorrow reposes	E
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The gay and the giddy may revel in pleasure	C
May think themselves happy their short summer day	A
May gaze with fond transport on fortune's rich treasure	C
And carelessly sporting drive sorrow away	A
But the bosom where feeling and truth are united	J
From folly's bright tinsel will turn undelighted	J
And find at the grave where thy AGNES is sleeping	A
That the proudest of hours is the lone hour of weeping	A
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The Youth now approach'd the long branch of the willow	D
And stripping its leaves on the turf threw them round	J
Here here my sweet AGNES I make my last pillow	D
My bed of long slumber shall be the cold ground	J
The Sun when it rises above thy low dwelling	A
Shall gild the tall Spire where my death toll is knelling	A
And when the next twilight its soft tears is shedding	A
At thy Grave shall the Villagers witness our WEDDING	A
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Now over the Hills he beheld a group coming	A
Their arms glitter'd bright as the Sun slowly rose	E
He heard them their purposes far distant humming	A
And welcom'd the moment that ended his woes	E
And now the fierce Comrade unfeeling espies him	K
He darts thro' the thicket in hopes to surprize him	K
But EDMUND of Valour the dauntless defender	C
Now smiles while his CORPORAL bids him SURRENDER	C
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Soon prov'd a DESERTER Stern Justice prevailing	A
HE DIED and his Spirit to AGNES is fled	J
The breeze on the mountain's tall summit now sailing	A
Fans lightly the dew drops that spangle their bed	J
The Villagers thronging around scatter roses	E
The grey wing of Evening the western sky closes	E
And Night's sable pall o'er the landscape extending	A
Is the mourning of Nature the SOLEMN SCENE ENDING	A

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