The Faded Bouquet Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDE FEFEGCGC HIJICGCG KLKLMGNG GCGCFOFO KEKEPQPQ| FAIR was this blushing ROSE of May | A |
| And fresh it hail'd morn's breezy hour | B |
| When ev'ry spangled leaf look'd gay | A |
| Besprinkled with the twilight show'r | C |
| When to its mossy buds so sweet | D |
| The BUTTERFLY enamour'd flew | E |
| And hov'ring o'er the fragrant treat | D |
| Oft bath'd its silken wings in dew | E |
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| SWEET was this PRIMROSE of the dale | F |
| When on its native turf it grew | E |
| And deck'd with charms this LILY pale | F |
| And rich this VIOLET'S purple hue | E |
| This od'rous WOODBINE fill'd the grove | G |
| With musky gales of balmy pow'r | C |
| When with the MYRTLE interwove | G |
| It hung luxuriant round my bow'r | C |
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| AH ROSE forgive the hand severe | H |
| That snatch'd thee from thy scented bed | I |
| Where bow'd with many a pearly tear | J |
| Thy widow'd partner droops its head | I |
| And thou sweet VI'LET modest flow'r | C |
| O take my sad relenting sigh | G |
| Nor stain the breast whose glowing pow'r | C |
| With too much fondness bade thee die | G |
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| SWEET LILY had I never gaz'd | K |
| With rapture on your gentle form | L |
| You might have dy'd unknown unprais'd | K |
| The victim of some ruthless storm | L |
| Where fickle LOVE his altar rears | M |
| Your little bells had learnt to wave | G |
| Or sadly gemm'd with kindred tears | N |
| Had deck'd some hapless MAIDEN's grave | G |
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| Inconstant WOODBINE wherefore rove | G |
| With gadding stem about my bow'r | C |
| Why with my darling MYRTLE wove | G |
| In bold defiance mock my pow'r | C |
| Why quit thy native lonely vale | F |
| To flaunt thy buds thy odours fling | O |
| And idly greet the passing gale | F |
| On ev'ry wanton zephyr's wing | O |
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| Yet yet repine not tho' stern FATE | K |
| Hath nipp'd thy leaves of varying hue | E |
| Since all that's lovely soon or late | K |
| Shall sick'ning fade and die like you | E |
| The fire of YOUTH the frost of AGE | P |
| Nor WISDOM S voice nor BEAUTY'S bloom | Q |
| Th' insatiate tyrant can assuage | P |
| Or stop the hand that seal'd YOUR DOOM | Q |
Mary Darby Robinson
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