At Verona Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACBBA DDBEFE| How steep the stairs within King's houses are | A |
| For exile wearied feet as mine to tread | B |
| And O how salt and bitter is the bread | B |
| Which falls from this Hound's table better far | A |
| That I had died in the red ways of war | C |
| Or that the gate of Florence bare my head | B |
| Than to live thus by all things comraded | B |
| Which seek the essence of my soul to mar | A |
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| 'Curse God and die what better hope than this | D |
| He hath forgotten thee in all the bliss | D |
| Of his gold city and eternal day' | B |
| Nay peace behind my prison's blinded bars | E |
| I do possess what none can take away | F |
| My love and all the glory of the stars | E |
Oscar Fingal O'flahertie Wills Wilde
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