The Bad Season Makes The Poet Sad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEFGHIIJJDull to myself and almost dead to these | A |
My many fresh and fragrant mistresses | B |
Lost to all music now since every thing | C |
Puts on the semblance here of sorrowing | C |
Sick is the land to th' heart and doth endure | D |
More dangerous faintings by her desperate cure | D |
But if that golden age would come again | E |
And Charles here rule as he before did reign | F |
If smooth and unperplex'd the seasons were | G |
As when the sweet Maria lived here | H |
I should delight to have my curls half drown'd | I |
In Tyrian dews and head with roses crown'd | I |
And once more yet ere I am laid out dead | J |
Knock at a star with my exalted head | J |
Robert Herrick
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