Poor Marguerite Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE FFGGHHIIEE JJKKLLMMHH NNEE OOPPHHQQRREE PPSSFFTTEE UUOOVVPPWWDDXX FFWWYZEE A2A2OOFFHHEE OOB2B2OOQOEE PPB2B2FFOOEE HHC2C2B2B2A2A2D2E2HH EE HHXXBBQQB2B2OOEE F2F2A2A2PPNNG2G2H2H2 EE VI2F2F2OOJ2J2OOA2A2E E| Swift o'er the wild and dreary waste | A |
| A NUT BROWN GIRL was seen to haste | A |
| Wide waving was her unbound hair | B |
| And sun scorch'd was her bosom bare | B |
| For Summer's noon had shed its beams | C |
| While she lay wrapp'd in fev'rish dreams | C |
| While on the wither'd hedge row's side | D |
| By turns she slept by turns she cried | D |
| Ah where lies hid the balsam sweet | E |
| To heal the wounds of MARGUERITE | E |
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| Dark was her large and sunken eye | F |
| Which wildly gaz'd upon the sky | F |
| And swiftly down her freckled face | G |
| The chilling dews began to pace | G |
| For she was lorn and many a day | H |
| Had all alone been doom'd to stray | H |
| And many a night her bosom warm | I |
| Had throbb'd beneath the pelting storm | I |
| And still she cried the rain falls sweet | E |
| It bathes the wounds of MARGUERITE | E |
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| Her garments were by briars torn | J |
| And on them hung full many a thorn | J |
| A thistle crown she mutt'ring twin'd | K |
| Now darted on now look'd behind | K |
| And here and there her arm was seen | L |
| Bleeding the tatter'd folds between | L |
| Yet on her breast she oft display'd | M |
| A faded branch that breast to shade | M |
| For though her senses were astray | H |
| She felt the burning beams of day | H |
| - | |
| She felt the wintry blast of night | N |
| And smil'd to see the morning light | N |
| For then she cried I soon shall meet | E |
| The plighted love of MARGUERITE | E |
| - | |
| Across the waste of printless snow | O |
| All day the NUT BROWN GIRL would go | O |
| And when the winter moon had shed | P |
| Its pale beams on the mountain's head | P |
| She on a broomy pillow lay | H |
| Singing the lonely hours away | H |
| While the cold breath of dawnlight flew | Q |
| Across the fields of glitt'ring dew | Q |
| Swift o'er the frozen lake she past | R |
| Unmindful of the driving blast | R |
| And then she cried the air is sweet | E |
| It fans the breast of MARGUERITE | E |
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| The weedy lane she Iov'd to tread | P |
| When stars their twinkling lustre shed | P |
| While from the lone and silent Cot | S |
| The watchful Cur assail'd her not | S |
| Though at the beggar he would fly | F |
| And fright the Trav'ller passing by | F |
| But she so kind and gentle seem'd | T |
| Such sorrow in her dark eyes beam'd | T |
| That savage fierceness could not greet | E |
| With less than love POOR MARGUERITE | E |
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| Oft by the splashy brook she stood | U |
| And sung her Song to the waving wood | U |
| The waving wood in murmurs low | O |
| Fill'd up the pause of weary woe | O |
| Oft to the Forest tripp'd along | V |
| And inly humm'd her frantic Song | V |
| Oft danc'd mid shadows Ev'ning spread | P |
| Along the whisp'ring willow bed | P |
| And wild was her groan | W |
| When she climb'd alone | W |
| The rough rock's side | D |
| While the foaming tide | D |
| Dash'd rudely against the sandy shore | X |
| And the lightning flash'd mid the thunder's roar | X |
| - | |
| And many a time she chac'd the fly | F |
| And mock'd the Beetle humming by | F |
| And then with loud fantastic tone | W |
| She sang her wild strain sad alone | W |
| And if a stranger wander'd near | Y |
| Or paus'd the frantic Song to hear | Z |
| The burthen she would soft repeat | E |
| Who comes to soothe POOR MARGUERITE | E |
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| And why did she with sun burnt breast | A2 |
| So wander and so scorn to rest | A2 |
| Why did the NUT BROWN MAIDEN go | O |
| O'er burning plains and wastes of snow | O |
| What bade her fev'rish bosom sigh | F |
| And dimm'd her large and hazle eye | F |
| What taught her o'er the hills to stray | H |
| Fearless by night and wild by day | H |
| What stole the hour of slumber sweet | E |
| From the scorch'd brain of MARGUERITE | E |
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| Soon shalt thou know for see how lorn | O |
| She climbs the steep of shaggy thorn | O |
| Now on the jutting cliff she stands | B2 |
| And clasps her cold but snow white hands | B2 |
| And now aloud she chaunts her strain | O |
| While fiercely roars the troublous main | O |
| Now the white breakers curling shew | Q |
| The dread abyss that yawns below | O |
| And still she sighs the sound is sweet | E |
| It seems to say POOR MARGUERITE | E |
| - | |
| Here will I build a rocky shed | P |
| And here I'll make my sea weed bed | P |
| Here gather with unwearied hands | B2 |
| The orient shells that deck the sands | B2 |
| And here will I skim o'er the billows so high | F |
| And laugh at the moon and the dark frowning sky | F |
| And the Sea birds that hover across the wide main | O |
| Shall sweep with their pinions the white bounding plain | O |
| And the shivering sail shall the fierce tempest meet | E |
| Like the storm in the bosom of POOR MARGUERITE | E |
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| The setting Sun with golden ray | H |
| Shall warm my breast and make me gay | H |
| The clamours of the roaring Sea | C2 |
| My midnight serenade shall be | C2 |
| The Cliff that like a Tyrant stands | B2 |
| Exulting o'er the wave lash'd sands | B2 |
| With its weedy crown and its flinty crest | A2 |
| Shall on its hard bosom rock me to rest | A2 |
| And I'll watch for the Eagle's unfledg'd brood | D2 |
| And I'll scatter their nest and I'll drink their blood | E2 |
| And under the crag I will kneel and pray | H |
| And silver my robe with the moony ray | H |
| And who shall scorn the lone retreat | E |
| Which Heaven has chose for MARGUERITE | E |
| - | |
| Here did the exil'd HENRY stray | H |
| Forc'd from his native land away | H |
| Here here upon a foreign shore | X |
| His parents lost awhile deplore | X |
| Here find that pity's holy tear | B |
| Could not an alien wand'rer chear | B |
| And now in fancy he would view | Q |
| Shouting aloud the rabble crew | Q |
| The rabble crew whose impious hands | B2 |
| Tore asunder nature's bands | B2 |
| I see him still He waves me on | O |
| And now to the dark abyss he's gone | O |
| He calls I hear his voice so sweet | E |
| It seems to say POOR MARGUERITE | E |
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| Thus wild she sung when on the sand | F2 |
| She saw her long lost HENRY stand | F2 |
| Pale was his cheek and on his breast | A2 |
| His icy hand he silent prest | A2 |
| And now the Twilight shadows spread | P |
| Around the tall cliff's weedy head | P |
| Far o'er the main the moon shone bright | N |
| She mark'd the quiv'ring stream of light | N |
| It danc'd upon the murm'ring wave | G2 |
| It danc'd upon her HENRY'S Grave | G2 |
| It mark'd his visage deathly pale | H2 |
| His white shroud floating in the gale | H2 |
| His speaking eyes his smile so sweet | E |
| That won the love of MARGUERITE | E |
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| And now he beckon'd her along | V |
| The curling moonlight waves among | I2 |
| No footsteps mark'd the slanting sand | F2 |
| Where she had seen her HENRY stand | F2 |
| She saw him o'er the billows go | O |
| She heard the rising breezes blow | O |
| She shriek'd aloud The echoing steep | J2 |
| Frown'd darkness on the troubled deep | J2 |
| The moon in cloudy veil was seen | O |
| And louder howl'd the night blast keen | O |
| And when the morn in splendour dress'd | A2 |
| Blush'd radiance on the Eagle's nest | A2 |
| That radiant blush was doom'd to greet | E |
| The lifeless form of MARGUERITE | E |
Mary Darby Robinson
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