In The Manner Of Spenser Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCDCC EFEFFG GG HIH JHJJ KLKLLDLDD HMHMMLML| O peace that on a lilied bank dost love | A |
| To rest thine head beneath an olive tree | B |
| I would that from the pinions of thy dove | A |
| One quill withouten pain yplucked might be | B |
| For oh I wish my Sara's frowns to flee | B |
| And faint to her some soothing song would write | C |
| Lest she resent my rude discourtesy | D |
| Who vowed to meet her ere the morning light | C |
| But broke my plighted word ah false and recreant wight | C |
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| Last night as I my weary head did pillow | E |
| With thoughts of my dissevered fair engrossed | F |
| Chill fancy drooped wreathing herself with willow | E |
| As tho' my breast entombed a pining ghost | F |
| 'From some blest couch young rapture's bridal boast | F |
| Rejected slumber hither wing thy way | G |
| But leave me with the matin hour at most ' | - |
| As night closed floweret to the orient ray | G |
| My sad heart will expand when I the maid survey | G |
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| But Love who 'heard the silence of my thought ' | - |
| Contrived a too successful wile I ween | H |
| And whispered to himself with malice fraught | I |
| 'Too long our slave the damsel's smiles hath seen | H |
| To morrow shall he ken her altered mien ' | - |
| He spake and ambushed lay till on my bed | J |
| The morning shot her dewy glances keen | H |
| When as I 'gan uplift my drowsy head | J |
| 'Now bard I'll work thee woe ' the laughing elfin said | J |
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| Sleep softly breathing god his downy wing | K |
| Was fluttering now as quickly to depart | L |
| When twanged an arrow from Love's mystic string | K |
| With pathless wound it pierced him to the heart | L |
| Was there some magic in the elfin's dart | L |
| Or did he strike my couch with wizard lance | D |
| For straight so fair a form did upwards start | L |
| No fairer deck'd the bowers of old romance | D |
| That sleep enamoured grew nor moved from his sweet trance | D |
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| My Sara came with gentlest look divine | H |
| Bright shone her eye yet tender was its beam | M |
| I felt the pressure of her lip to mine | H |
| Whisp'ring we went and love was all our theme | M |
| Love pure and spotless as at first I deem | M |
| He sprang from heaven Such joys with sleep did 'bide | L |
| That I the living image of my dream | M |
| Fondly forgot Too late I woke and sighed | L |
| 'O how shall I behold my love at even tide ' | - |
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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