A Lovers' Quarrel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDBBB A EEFFEEE A GGHHGGG I JKLLKKK I MMNNMMM I OOGGOOO I PPQQPPP I LLRRLLL L MMSSMMM L TTUUTTV L GGWWGGG L GGXXYGG G ZA2MMA2A2A2 G MMB2B2MMM G MMB2B2MMM G MMC2C2MMM G D2D2XXD2D2D2 G GGMMGGG G E2E2F2F2E2E2E2 G MMMMMMM G IIG2G2II G H2H2I2I2H2H2H2| I | A |
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| Oh what a dawn of day | B |
| How the March sun feels like May | B |
| All is blue again | C |
| After last night's rain | D |
| And the South dries the hawthorn spray | B |
| Only my Love's away | B |
| I'd as lief that the blue were grey | B |
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| II | A |
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| Runnels which rillets swell | E |
| Must be dancing down the dell | E |
| With a foaming head | F |
| On the beryl bed | F |
| Paven smooth as a hermit's cell | E |
| Each with a tale to tell | E |
| Could my Love but attend as well | E |
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| III | A |
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| Dearest three months ago | G |
| When we lived blocked up with snow | G |
| When the wind would edge | H |
| In and in his wedge | H |
| In as far as the point could go | G |
| Not to our ingle though | G |
| Where we loved each the other so | G |
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| IV | I |
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| Laughs with so little cause | J |
| We devised games out of straws | K |
| We would try and trace | L |
| One another's face | L |
| In the ash as an artist draws | K |
| Free on each other's flaws | K |
| How we chattered like two church daws | K |
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| V | I |
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| What's in the Times'' a scold | M |
| At the Emperor deep and cold | M |
| He has taken a bride | N |
| To his gruesome side | N |
| That's as fair as himself is bold | M |
| There they sit ermine stoled | M |
| And she powders her hair with gold | M |
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| VI | I |
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| Fancy the Pampas' sheen | O |
| Miles and miles of gold and green | O |
| Where the sunflowers blow | G |
| In a solid glow | G |
| And to break now and then the screen | O |
| Black neck and eyeballs keen | O |
| Up a wild horse leaps between | O |
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| VII | I |
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| Try will our table turn | P |
| Lay your hands there light and yearn | P |
| Till the yearning slips | Q |
| Thro' the finger tips | Q |
| In a fire which a few discern | P |
| And a very few feel burn | P |
| And the rest they may live and learn | P |
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| VIII | I |
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| Then we would up and pace | L |
| For a change about the place | L |
| Each with arm o'er neck | R |
| 'Tis our quarter deck | R |
| We are seamen in woeful case | L |
| Help in the ocean space | L |
| Or if no help we'll embrace | L |
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| IX | L |
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| See how she looks now dressed | M |
| In a sledging cap and vest | M |
| 'Tis a huge fur cloak | S |
| Like a reindeer's yoke | S |
| Falls the lappet along the breast | M |
| Sleeves for her arms to rest | M |
| Or to hang as my Love likes best | M |
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| X | L |
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| Teach me to flirt a fan | T |
| As the Spanish ladies can | T |
| Or I tint your lip | U |
| With a burnt stick's tip | U |
| And you turn into such a man | T |
| Just the two spots that span | T |
| Half the bill of the young male swan | V |
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| XI | L |
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| Dearest three months ago | G |
| When the mesmerizer Snow | G |
| With his hand's first sweep | W |
| Put the earth to sleep | W |
| 'Twas a time when the heart could show | G |
| All how was earth to know | G |
| 'Neath the mute hand's to and fro | G |
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| XII | L |
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| Dearest three months ago | G |
| When we loved each other so | G |
| Lived and loved the same | X |
| Till an evening came | X |
| When a shaft from the devil's bow | Y |
| Pierced to our ingle glow | G |
| And the friends were friend and foe | G |
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| XIII | G |
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| Not from the heart beneath | Z |
| 'Twas a bubble born of breath | A2 |
| Neither sneer nor vaunt | M |
| Nor reproach nor taunt | M |
| See a word how it severeth | A2 |
| Oh power of life and death | A2 |
| In the tongue as the Preacher saith | A2 |
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| XIV | G |
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| Woman and will you cast | M |
| For a word quite off at last | M |
| Me your own your You | B2 |
| Since as truth is true | B2 |
| I was You all the happy past | M |
| Me do you leave aghast | M |
| With the memories We amassed | M |
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| XV | G |
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| Love if you knew the light | M |
| That your soul casts in my sight | M |
| How I look to you | B2 |
| For the pure and true | B2 |
| And the beauteous and the right | M |
| Bear with a moment's spite | M |
| When a mere mote threats the white | M |
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| XVI | G |
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| What of a hasty word | M |
| Is the fleshly heart not stirred | M |
| By a worm's pin prick | C2 |
| Where its roots are quick | C2 |
| See the eye by a fly's foot blurred | M |
| Ear when a straw is heard | M |
| Scratch the brain's coat of curd | M |
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| XVII | G |
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| Foul be the world or fair | D2 |
| More or less how can I care | D2 |
| 'Tis the world the same | X |
| For my praise or blame | X |
| And endurance is easy there | D2 |
| Wrong in the one thing rare | D2 |
| Oh it is hard to bear | D2 |
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| XVIII | G |
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| Here's the spring back or close | G |
| When the almond blossom blows | G |
| We shall have the word | M |
| In a minor third | M |
| There is none but the cuckoo knows | G |
| Heaps of the guelder rose | G |
| I must bear with it I suppose | G |
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| XIX | G |
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| Could but November come | E2 |
| Were the noisy birds struck dumb | E2 |
| At the warning slash | F2 |
| Of his driver's lash | F2 |
| I would laugh like the valiant Thumb | E2 |
| Facing the castle glum | E2 |
| And the giant's fee faw fum | E2 |
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| XX | G |
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| Then were the world well stripped | M |
| Of the gear wherein equipped | M |
| We can stand apart | M |
| Heart dispense with heart | M |
| In the sun with the flowers unnipped | M |
| Oh the world's hangings ripped | M |
| We were both in a bare walled crypt | M |
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| XXI | G |
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| Each in the crypt would cry | I |
| But one freezes here and why | I |
| When a heart as chill | G2 |
| At my own would thrill | G2 |
| Back to life and its fires out fly | I |
| Heart shall we live or die | I |
| The rest settle by and by '' | - |
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| XXII | G |
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| So she'd efface the score | H2 |
| And forgive me as before | H2 |
| It is twelve o'clock | I2 |
| I shall hear her knock | I2 |
| In the worst of a storm's uproar | H2 |
| I shall pull her through the door | H2 |
| I shall have her for evermore | H2 |
Robert Browning
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