Sargent's Portrait Of Edwin Booth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDFGHGHIJIJKLKL

That face which no man ever sawA
And from his memory banished quiteB
With eyes in which are Hamlet's aweC
And Cardinal Richelieu's subtle lightB
Looks from this frame A master's handD
Has set the master player hereE
In the fair temple that he plannedD
Not for himself To us most dearF
This image of him It was thusG
He looked such pallor touched his cheekH
With that same grace he greeted usG
Nay 't is the man could it but speakH
Sad words that shall be said some dayI
Far fall the day O cruel TimeJ
Whose breath sweeps mortal things awayI
Spare long this image of his primeJ
That others standing in the placeK
Where save as ghosts we come no moreL
May know what sweet majestic faceK
The gentle Prince of Players woreL

Thomas Bailey Aldrich



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