Editha Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFGF CHCH IJIJ CKCK LMLM NONO PHEH QRQR STUT DVDV AWAW QXQX YZA2Z HNHN B2C2HC2 HHHH D2HD2H HIE2I F2QF2Q XFXF G2H2G2H2 I2Breathing the violet scented gale | A |
Near to a river's limpid source | B |
Which through a wide extended vale | A |
Wound slowly on its sleeping course | B |
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Attended by a youthful pair | C |
With rubied lip and roving eye | D |
Oft would fair Editha repair | C |
And let her children wander nigh | D |
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There pleas'd behold their footsteps turn | E |
To each new object in their way | F |
Their ringlets glittering in the sun | G |
Their faces careless blythe and gay | F |
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Once when they drest their flaxen hair | C |
With flow'rets wild of various hue | H |
And with a proud exulting air | C |
To their delighted parent drew | H |
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Ah thus may every day arise | I |
And pleasure thus your hearts pervade | J |
The widow'd mother fondly cries | I |
Before the youthful blossoms fade | J |
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My sighs are all dispers'd in air | C |
Resign'd to fate I weep no more | K |
Your welfare now is all my care | C |
Yet am I constant as before | K |
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The world because a vermil bloom | L |
Tinges my yet unfading cheek | M |
Says I forget my William's tomb | L |
A new and earthly love to seek | M |
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Because I join the social train | N |
With lip that wears a kindred smile | O |
And a gay sonnet's lively strain | N |
Does oft the lonely hour beguile | O |
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Because no longer now I mourn | P |
With sweeping robes of sable hue | H |
No more I clasp the marble urn | E |
Or vainly bid the world adieu | H |
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Ah ill my secret soul they know | Q |
Where my lost hero still remains | R |
Where memory makes my bosom glow | Q |
And binds me still in closer chains | R |
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Whoe'er hath seen my William's form | S |
Heighten'd with every martial grace | T |
The ever varying unknown charm | U |
Wich beam'd in his expressive face | T |
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Or heard his fine ideas try | D |
In Fancy's fairy garb to teach | V |
While the sweet language of his eye | D |
Excell'd the eloquence of speech | V |
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Could ne'er suppose my faith would fail | A |
Or aught again this heart enslave | W |
That absence would o'er love prevail | A |
Or hope be bounded by the grave | W |
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Could all but I his merit know | Q |
His wit and talents see | X |
And is his name by all below | Q |
Remember'd but by me | X |
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No ne'er will I the memory lose | Y |
Though from my sight thy form is flown | Z |
Of tenderness for other's woes | A2 |
And noble firmness in thy own | Z |
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No slavish fear thy soul deprest | H |
Of Death or his attendant train | N |
For in thy pure and spotless breast | H |
The fear of heav'n did only reign | N |
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Thus when the still unsated waves | B2 |
Spread o'er thy head their whelming arms | C2 |
When horrid darkness reign'd around | H |
And lightnings flash'd their dire alarms | C2 |
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When wing'd with death each moment flew | H |
And blood the foaming ocean stain'd | H |
Thy courage cool consistent true | H |
Its native energy maintain'd | H |
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And when the fatal moment came | D2 |
The bullet enter'd in thy side | H |
Only thy spirit's beauteous frame | D2 |
Its prisoner flying droop'd and died | H |
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This is it that consoles my mind | H |
Which to my love aspiring flies | I |
And makes me hope in future days | E2 |
To hail my William in the skies | I |
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Should tears from my pale eyelids steal | F2 |
I teach my children's how to flow | Q |
And make their little bosoms feel | F2 |
Before their time the touch of woe | Q |
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I will not weep the world shall see | X |
That I a nobler tribute pay | F |
More grateful both to heaven and thee | X |
By guiding them in virtue's way | F |
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Embracing then her fondest cares | G2 |
She cast her raptur'd eyes above | H2 |
And breath'd to heav'n emphatic pray'rs | G2 |
Of mingled reverence and love | H2 |
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APRIL | I2 |
Matilda Betham
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