Women And Roses Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBB A CCDDEEFGB A HHH I JJKKHHLLB B HHH I MMNNOOPPB I QQQ I RROOSSPPBI | A |
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I dream of a red rose tree | B |
And which of its roses three | B |
Is the dearest rose to me | B |
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II | A |
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Round and round like a dance of snow | C |
In a dazzling drift as its guardians go | C |
Floating the women faded for ages | D |
Sculptured in stone on the poet's pages | D |
Then follow women fresh and gay | E |
Living and loving and loved to day | E |
Last in the rear flee the multitude of maidens | F |
Beauties yet unborn And all to one cadence | G |
They circle their rose on my rose tree | B |
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III | A |
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Dear rose thy term is reached | H |
Thy leaf hangs loose and bleached | H |
Bees pass it unimpeached | H |
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IV | I |
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Stay then stoop since I cannot climb | J |
You great shapes of the antique time | J |
How shall I fix you fire you freeze you | K |
Break my heart at your feet to please you | K |
Oh to possess and be possessed | H |
Hearts that beat 'neath each pallid breast | H |
Once but of love the poesy the passion | L |
Drink but once and die In vain the same fashion | L |
They circle their rose on my rose tree | B |
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V | B |
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Dear rose thy joy's undimmed | H |
Thy cup is ruby rimmed | H |
Thy cup's heart nectar brimmed | H |
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VI | I |
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Deep as drops from a statue's plinth | M |
The bee sucked in by the hyacinth | M |
So will I bury me while burning | N |
Quench like him at a plunge my yearning | N |
Eyes in your eyes lips on your lips | O |
Fold me fast where the cincture slips | O |
Prison all my soul in eternities of pleasure | P |
Girdle me for once But no the old measure | P |
They circle their rose on my rose tree | B |
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VII | I |
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Dear rose without a thorn | Q |
Thy bud's the babe unborn | Q |
First streak of a new morn | Q |
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VIII | I |
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Wings lend wings for the cold the clear | R |
What is far conquers what is near | R |
Roses will bloom nor want beholders | O |
Sprung from the dust where our flesh moulders | O |
What shall arrive with the cycle's change | S |
A novel grace and a beauty strange | S |
I will make an Eve be the artist that began her | P |
Shaped her to his mind Alas in like manner | P |
They circle their rose on my rose tree | B |
Robert Browning
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