Frederic Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIEJKLMNOPQ RLSOTMUVW XYZNRJA2B2C2D2E2 EF2QG2H2I2J2WG2K2PL2 M2N2O2L2PP2Q2R2S2G2T 2U2 PWH2XV2GAW2X2Y2Z2A3B 3C3D3E3F3 IJG3H3I3J3IPK3L3U2| Time Night Scene the woods | A |
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| Where shall I turn me whither shall I bend | B |
| My weary way thus worn with toil and faint | C |
| How thro' the thorny mazes of this wood | D |
| Attain my distant dwelling that deep cry | E |
| That rings along the forest seems to sound | F |
| My parting knell it is the midnight howl | G |
| Of hungry monsters prowling for their prey | H |
| Again oh save me save me gracious Heaven | I |
| I am not fit to die | E |
| Thou coward wretch | J |
| Why heaves thy trembling heart why shake thy limbs | K |
| Beneath their palsied burden is there ought | L |
| So lovely in existence would'st thou drain | M |
| Even to its dregs the bitter draught of life | N |
| Dash down the loathly bowl poor outcast slave | O |
| Stamp'd with the brand of Vice and Infamy | P |
| Why should the villain Frederic shrink from Death | Q |
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| Death where the magic in that empty name | R |
| That chills my inmost heart why at the thought | L |
| Starts the cold dew of fear on every limb | S |
| There are no terrors to surround the Grave | O |
| When the calm Mind collected in itself | T |
| Surveys that narrow house the ghastly train | M |
| That haunt the midnight of delirious Guilt | U |
| Then vanish in that home of endless rest | V |
| All sorrows cease Would I might slumber there | W |
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| Why then this panting of the fearful heart | X |
| This miser love of Life that dreads to lose | Y |
| Its cherish'd torment shall the diseased man | Z |
| Yield up his members to the surgeon's knife | N |
| Doubtful of succour but to ease his frame | R |
| Of fleshly anguish and the coward wretch | J |
| Whose ulcered soul can know no human help | A2 |
| Shrink from the best Physician's certain aid | B2 |
| Oh it were better far to lay me down | C2 |
| Here on this cold damp earth till some wild beast | D2 |
| Seize on his willing victim | E2 |
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| If to die | E |
| Were all it were most sweet to rest my head | F2 |
| On the cold clod and sleep the sleep of Death | Q |
| But if the Archangel's trump at the last hour | G2 |
| Startle the ear of Death and wake the soul | H2 |
| To frenzy dreams of infancy fit tales | I2 |
| For garrulous beldames to affrighten babes | J2 |
| I have been guilty yet my mind can bear | W |
| The retrospect of guilt yet in the hour | G2 |
| Of deep contrition to THE ETERNAL look | K2 |
| For mercy for the child of Poverty | P |
| And disinherited of happiness | L2 |
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| What if I warr'd upon the world the world | M2 |
| Had wrong'd me first I had endur'd the ills | N2 |
| Of hard injustice all this goodly earth | O2 |
| Was but to me one wild waste wilderness | L2 |
| I had no share in Nature's patrimony | P |
| Blasted were all my morning hopes of Youth | P2 |
| Dark DISAPPOINTMENT follow'd on my ways | Q2 |
| CARE was my bosom inmate and keen WANT | R2 |
| Gnaw'd at my heart ETERNAL ONE thou know'st | S2 |
| How that poor heart even in the bitter hour | G2 |
| Of lewdest revelry has inly yearn'd | T2 |
| For peace | U2 |
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| My FATHER I will call on thee | P |
| Pour to thy mercy seat my earnest prayer | W |
| And wait thy peace in bowedness of soul | H2 |
| Oh thoughts of comfort how the afflicted heart | X |
| Tired with the tempest of its passions rests | V2 |
| On you with holy hope the hollow howl | G |
| Of yonder harmless tenant of the woods | A |
| Bursts not with terror on the sober'd sense | W2 |
| If I have sinn'd against mankind on them | X2 |
| Be that past sin they made me what I was | Y2 |
| In these extremest climes can Want no more | Z2 |
| Urge to the deeds of darkness and at length | A3 |
| Here shall I rest What tho' my hut be poor | B3 |
| The rains descend not thro' its humble roof | C3 |
| Would I were there again the night is cold | D3 |
| And what if in my wanderings I should rouse | E3 |
| The savage from his thicket | F3 |
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| Hark the gun | I |
| And lo the fire of safety I shall reach | J |
| My little hut again again by toil | G3 |
| Force from the stubborn earth my sustenance | H3 |
| And quick ear'd guilt will never start alarm'd | I3 |
| Amid the well earn'd meal This felon's garb | J3 |
| Will it not shield me from the winds of Heaven | I |
| And what could purple more Oh strengthen me | P |
| Eternal One in this serener state | K3 |
| Cleanse thou mine heart so PENITENCE and FAITH | L3 |
| Shall heal my soul and my last days be peace | U2 |
Robert Southey
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