Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH JKFK LHMH NOPO QRSR TUVU WLCL QRXR YKZK A2B2C2B2 RKD2K E2UF2U G2H2I2H2 J2FK2F L2OM2O N2HO2H P2Q2VQ2 KBR2B S2T2DT2 U2RV2R W2X2OX2 Y2S2HS2All thoughts all passions all delights | A |
Whatever stirs this mortal frame | B |
Are all but ministers of Love | C |
And feed his sacred flame | B |
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Oft in my waking dreams do I | D |
Live o'er again that happy hour | E |
When midway on the mount I lay | F |
Beside the ruined tower | E |
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The moonshine stealing o'er the scene | G |
Had blended with the lights of eve | H |
And she was there my hope my joy | I |
My own dear Genevieve | H |
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She leant against the armed man | J |
The statue of the armed knight | K |
She stood and listened to my lay | F |
Amid the lingering light | K |
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Few sorrows hath she of her own | L |
My hope my joy my Genevieve | H |
She loves me best whene'er I sing | M |
The songs that make her grieve | H |
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I played a soft and doleful air | N |
I sang an old and moving story | O |
An old rude song that suited well | P |
That ruin wild and hoary | O |
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She listened with a flitting blush | Q |
With downcast eyes and modest grace | R |
For well she knew I could not choose | S |
But gaze upon her face | R |
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I told her of the Knight that wore | T |
Upon his shield a burning brand | U |
And that for ten long years he wooed | V |
The Lady of the Land | U |
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I told her how he pined and ah | W |
The deep the low the pleading tone | L |
With which I sang another's love | C |
Interpreted my own | L |
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She listened with a flitting blush | Q |
With downcast eyes and modest grace | R |
And she forgave me that I gazed | X |
Too fondly on her face | R |
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But when I told the cruel scorn | Y |
That crazed that bold and lovely Knight | K |
And that he crossed the mountain woods | Z |
Nor rested day nor night | K |
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That sometimes from the savage den | A2 |
And sometimes from the darksome shade | B2 |
And sometimes starting up at once | C2 |
In green and sunny glade | B2 |
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There came and looked him in the face | R |
An angel beautiful and bright | K |
And that he knew it was a Fiend | D2 |
This miserable Knight | K |
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And that unknowing what he did | E2 |
He leaped amid a murderous band | U |
And saved from outrage worse than death | F2 |
The Lady of the Land | U |
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And how she wept and clasped his knees | G2 |
And how she tended him in vain | H2 |
And ever strove to expiate | I2 |
The scorn that crazed his brain | H2 |
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And that she nursed him in a cave | J2 |
And how his madness went away | F |
When on the yellow forest leaves | K2 |
A dying man he lay | F |
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His dying words but when I reached | L2 |
That tenderest strain of all the ditty | O |
My faltering voice and pausing harp | M2 |
Disturbed her soul with pity | O |
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All impulses of soul and sense | N2 |
Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve | H |
The music and the doleful tale | O2 |
The rich and balmy eve | H |
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And hopes and fears that kindle hope | P2 |
An undistinguishable throng | Q2 |
And gentle wishes long subdued | V |
Subdued and cherished long | Q2 |
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She wept with pity and delight | K |
She blushed with love and virgin shame | B |
And like the murmur of a dream | R2 |
I heard her breathe my name | B |
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Her bosom heaved she stepped aside | S2 |
As conscious of my look she stepped | T2 |
Then suddenly with timorous eye | D |
She fled to me and wept | T2 |
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She half enclosed me with her arms | U2 |
She pressed me with a meek embrace | R |
And bending back her head looked up | V2 |
And gazed upon my face | R |
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'Twas partly love and partly fear | W2 |
And partly 'twas a bashful art | X2 |
That I might rather feel than see | O |
The swelling of her heart | X2 |
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I calmed her fears and she was calm | Y2 |
And told her love with virgin pride | S2 |
And so I won my Genevieve | H |
My bright and beauteous Bride | S2 |
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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