Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAAABBAACCAA DDEEFF GGHHII JJAAKKLLMNOOPPQQCD| BY all I lov'd neglected and forgot | A |
| No friendly face e'er lights my squalid cot | A |
| Shunn'd hated wrong'd unpitied unredrest | A |
| The mock'd quotation of the scorner's jest | A |
| Ev'n the poor s pport of my wretched life | B |
| Snatched by the violence of legal strife | B |
| Oft grateful for my very daily bread | A |
| To those my family's once large bounty fed | A |
| A welcome inmate at their homely fare | C |
| My griefs my woes my sighs my tears they share | C |
| Their vulgar souls unlike the souls refin'd | A |
| The fashioned marble of the polished mind | A |
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| In vain would Prudence with decorous sneer | D |
| Point out a censuring world and bid me fear | D |
| Above the world on wings of Love I rise | E |
| I know its worst and can that worst despise | E |
| Let Prudence' direst bodements on me fall | F |
| M ontgomer y rich reward o'erpays them all | F |
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| Mild zephyrs waft thee to life's farthest shore | G |
| Nor think of me and my distress more | G |
| Falsehood accurst No still I beg a place | H |
| Still near thy heart some little little trace | H |
| For that dear trace the world I would resign | I |
| O let me live and die and think it mine | I |
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| I burn I burn as when thro' ripen'd corn | J |
| By driving winds the crackling flames are borne | J |
| Now raving wild I curse that fatal night | A |
| Then bless the hour that charm'd my guilty sight | A |
| In vain the laws their feeble force oppose | K |
| Chain'd at Love's feet they groan his vanquish'd foes | K |
| In vain Religion meets my shrinking eye | L |
| I dare not combat but I turn and fly | L |
| Conscience in vain upbraids th' unhallow'd fire | M |
| Love grasps her scorpions stifled they expire | N |
| Reason drops headlong from his sacred throne | O |
| Your dear idea reigns and reigns alone | O |
| Each thought intoxicated homage yields | P |
| And riots wanton in forbidden fields | P |
| By all on high adoring mortals know | Q |
| By all the conscious villain fears below | Q |
| By your dear self the last great oath I swear | C |
| Not life nor soul were ever half so dear | D |
Robert Burns
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