From England's Helicon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBB CCBBD EEFGD HBBBD AHDDB A AIID BBJJB ABHHB BBBBB IIBBE BKAAB HHIIL| Faire Loue rest thee heere | A |
| Neuer yet was morne so cleere | A |
| Sweete be not vnkinde | B |
| Let me thy fauour finde | B |
| Or else for loue I die | B |
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| Harke this pretty bubling spring | C |
| How it makes the Meadowes ring | C |
| Loue now stand my friend | B |
| Heere let all sorrow end | B |
| And I will honour thee | D |
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| See where little Cupid lyes | E |
| Looking babies in her eyes | E |
| Cupid helpe me now | F |
| Lend to me thy bowe | G |
| To wound her that wounded me | D |
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| Heere is none to see or tell | H |
| All our flocks are feeding by | B |
| This Banke with Roses spred | B |
| Oh it is a dainty bed | B |
| Fit for my Loue and me | D |
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| Harke the birds in yonder Groaue | A |
| How they chaunt vnto my Loue | H |
| Loue be kind to me | D |
| As I haue beene to thee | D |
| For thou hast wonne my hart | B |
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| Calme windes blow you faire | A |
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| Rock her thou gentle ayre | A |
| O the morne is noone | I |
| The euening comes too soone | I |
| To part my Loue and me | D |
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| The Roses and thy lips doo meete | B |
| Oh that life were halfe so sweete | B |
| Who would respect his breath | J |
| That might die such a death | J |
| Oh that life thus might die | B |
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| All the bushes that be neere | A |
| With sweet Nightingales beset | B |
| Hush sweete and be still | H |
| Let them sing their fill | H |
| There's none our ioyes to let | B |
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| Sunne why doo'st thou goe so fast | B |
| Oh why doo'st thou make such hast | B |
| It is too early yet | B |
| So soone from ioyes to flit | B |
| Why art thou so vnkind | B |
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| See my little Lambkins runne | I |
| Looke on them till I haue done | I |
| Hast not on the night | B |
| To rob me of her light | B |
| That liue but by her eyes | E |
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| Alas sweete Loue we must depart | B |
| Harke my dogge begins to barke | K |
| Some bodie's comming neere | A |
| They shall not find vs heere | A |
| For feare of being chid | B |
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| Take my Garland and my Gloue | H |
| Weare it for my sake my Loue | H |
| To morrow on the greene | I |
| Thou shalt be our Sheepheards Queene | I |
| Crowned with Roses gay | L |
Michael Drayton
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