The Ocean To Cynthia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDE FGFH IJIK LMLN OFPFQDQD ARAD STSU TLVL JWKW XYXZ DD| But stay my thoughts make end give fortune way | A |
| Harsh is the voice of woe and sorrow's sound | B |
| Complaints cure not and tears do but allay | A |
| Griefs for a time which after more abound | B |
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| To seek for moisture in the Arabian sand | C |
| Is but a loss of labor and of rest | D |
| The links which time did break of hearty bands | E |
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| Words cannot knit or wailings make anew | F |
| Seek not the sun in clouds when it is set | G |
| On highest mountains where those cedars grew | F |
| Against whose banks the troubled ocean beat | H |
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| And were the marks to find thy hop d port | I |
| Into a soil far off themselves remove | J |
| On Sestos' shore Leander's late resort | I |
| Hero hath left no lamp to guide her love | K |
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| Thou lookest for light in vain and storms arise | L |
| She sleeps thy death that erst thy danger sighed | M |
| Strive then no more bow down thy weary eyes | L |
| Eyes which to all these woes thy heart have guided | N |
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| She is gone she is lost she is found she is ever fair | O |
| Sorrow draws weakly where love draws not too | F |
| Woe's cries sound nothing but only in love's ear | P |
| Do then by dying what life cannot do | F |
| Unfold thy flocks and leave them to the fields | Q |
| To feed on hills or dales where likes them best | D |
| Of what the summer or the springtime yields | Q |
| For love and time hath given thee leave to rest | D |
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| Thy heart which was their fold now in decay | A |
| By often storms and winter's many blasts | R |
| All torn and rent becomes misfortune's prey | A |
| False hope my shepherd's staff now age hath brast | D |
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| My pipe which love's own hand gave my desire | S |
| To sing her praises and my woe upon | T |
| Despair hath often threatened to the fire | S |
| As vain to keep now all the rest are gone | U |
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| Thus home I draw as death's long night draws on | T |
| Yet every foot old thoughts turn back mine eyes | L |
| Constraint me guides as old age draws a stone | V |
| Against the hill which over weighty lies | L |
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| For feeble arms or wasted strength to move | J |
| My steps are backward gazing on my loss | W |
| My mind's affection and my soul's sole love | K |
| Not mixed with fancy's chaff or fortune's dross | W |
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| To God I leave it who first gave it me | X |
| And I her gave and she returned again | Y |
| As it was hers so let His mercies be | X |
| Of my last comforts the essential mean | Z |
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| But be it so or not the effects are past | D |
| Her love hath end my woe must ever last | D |
Sir Walter Raleigh
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