A Loose Saraband Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDC AEFGF AHIJI BKFLF BBFFF BMFMF BFFFF BNFOF MMFBF MLFLF MPFFFI | 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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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