A Farewell To America To Mrs. S. W. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABA CDEDE CFAFA FGHGI FFEFE FBJBJ FKAKA FLMLM JJEJE JNOFO JPJPJ JOAOA JEJEJplain | A |
I leave thine op'ning charms O spring | B |
And tempt the roaring main | A |
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II | C |
In vain for me the flow'rets rise | D |
And boast their gaudy pride | E |
While here beneath the northern skies | D |
I mourn for health deny'd | E |
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III | C |
Celestial maid of rosy hue | F |
O let me feel thy reign | A |
I languish till thy face I view | F |
Thy vanish'd joys regain | A |
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IV | F |
Susanna mourns nor can I bear | G |
To see the crystal show'r | H |
Or mark the tender falling tear | G |
At sad departure's hour | I |
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V | F |
Not unregarding can I see | F |
Her soul with grief opprest | E |
But let no sighs no groans for me | F |
Steal from her pensive breast | E |
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VI | F |
In vain the feather'd warblers sing | B |
In vain the garden blooms | J |
And on the bosom of the spring | B |
Breathes out her sweet perfumes | J |
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VII | F |
While for Britannia's distant shore | K |
We sweep the liquid plain | A |
And with astonish'd eyes explore | K |
The wide extended main | A |
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VIII | F |
Lo Health appears celestial dame | L |
Complacent and serene | M |
With Hebe's mantle o'er her Frame | L |
With soul delighting mein | M |
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IX | J |
To mark the vale where London lies | J |
With misty vapours crown'd | E |
Which cloud Aurora's thousand dyes | J |
And veil her charms around | E |
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X | J |
Why Phoebus moves thy car so slow | N |
So slow thy rising ray | O |
Give us the famous town to view | F |
Thou glorious king of day | O |
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XI | J |
For thee Britannia I resign | P |
New England's smiling fields | J |
To view again her charms divine | P |
What joy the prospect yields | J |
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XII | J |
But thou Temptation hence away | O |
With all thy fatal train | A |
Nor once seduce my soul away | O |
By thine enchanting strain | A |
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XIII | J |
Thrice happy they whose heav'nly shield | E |
Secures their souls from harms | J |
And fell Temptation on the field | E |
Of all its pow'r disarms | J |
Phillis Wheatley
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