Vignettes 16: To Mrs A. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFFF GGCC HHII BBFF JJKK| An Hour was before me no creature more bright | A |
| More airy more joyous e'er sprang on my sight | A |
| To catch and to fetter I instantly tried | B |
| And thou art my slave pretty vagrant I cried | B |
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| I had hold and securely I thought of its wing | C |
| O how I shall glory so lovely a thing | C |
| To place by the cradle of friendship and see | D |
| With the aid of my captive if I can be free | D |
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| Oh while she is with me some means may be found | E |
| To temper the air and to hallow the ground | E |
| To make those entangling bind weeds decay | F |
| Drive Suspicion who rear'd them for ever away | F |
| And leave all around kind and healthful and gay | F |
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| When this can be compass'd I'll build me a bower | G |
| And twine in the trellice each sweet scented flower | G |
| Rare delicate plants whose large fresh leaves shall fling | C |
| Green shadows where birds in the stillness may sing | C |
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| A place of repose when the spirit is faint | H |
| And the heart wants to utter a passing complaint | H |
| Of safety for pure and serene be the air | I |
| And nothing unkind or unholy be there | I |
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| In this sacred retreat I my cares would confide | B |
| And there my half forming opinions should hide | B |
| If true gather strength for the brightness of day | F |
| If false in the shade unreprov'd die away | F |
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| How fondly I nourish'd these hopes but in vain | J |
| The calm and the stillness I could not retain | J |
| My Hour fled away every wish unfulfill'd | K |
| And warm'd not the Friendship Suspicion had chill'd | K |
Matilda Betham
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