Verses Sent To A Lady On Her Birthday. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCB DEFGGF EEHFFH IIJKKJ LLMHHM NOHPPH QRSTTS UUVAAV QQWXXW AAYZZA2 B2B2C2BBC2| The joyous day illumes the sky | A |
| That bids each care and sorrow fly | A |
| To shades of endless night | B |
| E'en frozen age thawed in the fires | C |
| Of social mirth feels young desires | C |
| And tastes of fresh delight | B |
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| In thoughtful mood your parents dear | D |
| Whilst joy smiles through the starting tear | E |
| Give approbation due | F |
| As each drinks deep in mirthful wine | G |
| Your rosy health and looks benign | G |
| Are sent to heaven for you | F |
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| But let me whisper lovely fair | E |
| This joy may soon give place to care | E |
| And sorrow cloud this day | H |
| Full soon your eyes of sparkling blue | F |
| And velvet lips of scarlet hue | F |
| Discoloured may decay | H |
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| As bloody drops on virgin snows | I |
| So vies the lily with the rose | I |
| Full on your dimpled cheek | J |
| But ah the worm in lazy coil | K |
| May soon prey on this putrid spoil | K |
| Or leap in loathsome freak | J |
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| Fond wooers come with flattering tale | L |
| And load with sighs the passing gale | L |
| And love distracted rave | M |
| But hark fair maid whate'er they say | H |
| You're but a breathing mass of clay | H |
| Fast ripening for the grave | M |
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| Behold how thievish Time has been | N |
| Full eighteen summers you have seen | O |
| And yet they seem a day | H |
| Whole years collected in Time's glass | P |
| In silent lapse how soon they pass | P |
| And steal your life away | H |
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| The flying hour none can arrest | Q |
| Nor yet recall one moment past | R |
| And what more dread must seem | S |
| Is that to morrow's not your own | T |
| Then haste and ere your life has flown | T |
| The subtle hours redeem | S |
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| Attend with care to what I sing | U |
| Know time is ever on the wing | U |
| None can its flight detain | V |
| Then like a pilgrim passing by | A |
| Take home this hint as time does fly | A |
| All earthly things are vain | V |
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| Let nothing here elate your breast | Q |
| Nor for one moment break your rest | Q |
| In heavenly wisdom grow | W |
| Still keep your anchor fixed above | X |
| Where Jesus reigns in boundless love | X |
| And streams of pleasure flow | W |
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| So shall your life glide smoothly by | A |
| Without a tear without a sigh | A |
| And purest joys will crown | Y |
| Each birthday as the year revolves | Z |
| Till this clay tenement dissolves | Z |
| And leaves the soul unbound | A2 |
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| Then shall you land on Canaan's shore | B2 |
| Where time and chance shall be no more | B2 |
| And joy eternal reigns | C2 |
| There mixing with the seraphs bright | B |
| And dressed in robes of heavenly light | B |
| You'll raise angelic strains | C2 |
Patrick Bronte
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