A Loose Saraband Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDC AEFGF AHIJI BKFLF BBFFF BMFMF BFFFF BNFOF MMFBF MLFLF MPFFF| I | A |
| Ah me the little tyrant theefe | B |
| As once my heart was playing | C |
| He snatcht it up and flew away | D |
| Laughing at all my praying | C |
| - | |
| II | A |
| Proud of his purchase he surveys | E |
| And curiously sounds it | F |
| And though he sees it full of wounds | G |
| Cruel one still he wounds it | F |
| - | |
| III | A |
| And now this heart is all his sport | H |
| Which as a ball he boundeth | I |
| From hand to breast from breast to lip | J |
| And all its rest confoundeth | I |
| - | |
| IV | B |
| Then as a top he sets it up | K |
| And pitifully whips it | F |
| Sometimes he cloathes it gay and fine | L |
| Then straight againe he strips it | F |
| - | |
| V | B |
| He cover'd it with false reliefe | B |
| Which gloriously show'd it | F |
| And for a morning cushionet | F |
| On's mother he bestow'd it | F |
| - | |
| VI | B |
| Each day with her small brazen stings | M |
| A thousand times she rac'd it | F |
| But then at night bright with her gemmes | M |
| Once neere her breast she plac'd it | F |
| - | |
| VII | B |
| There warme it gan to throb and bleed | F |
| She knew that smart and grieved | F |
| At length this poore condemned heart | F |
| With these rich drugges repreeved | F |
| - | |
| VIII | B |
| She washt the wound with a fresh teare | N |
| Which my LUCASTA dropped | F |
| And in the sleave silke of her haire | O |
| 'Twas hard bound up and wrapped | F |
| - | |
| IX | M |
| She proab'd it with her constancie | M |
| And found no rancor nigh it | F |
| Only the anger of her eye | B |
| Had wrought some proud flesh by it | F |
| - | |
| X | M |
| Then prest she narde in ev'ry veine | L |
| Which from her kisses trilled | F |
| And with the balme heald all its paine | L |
| That from her hand distilled | F |
| - | |
| XI | M |
| But yet this heart avoyds me still | P |
| Will not by me be owned | F |
| But's fled to its physitian's breast | F |
| There proudly sits inthroned | F |
Richard Lovelace
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