A Fragment Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGH IJKLMNOPIQRS TUVLWXYZHIA2B2C2ID2E 2F2 G2H2I2J2FK2L2M2N2M2O 2| Oh Youth could dark futurity reveal | A |
| Her hidden worlds unlock her cloud hung gates | B |
| Or snatch the keys of mystery from time | C |
| Your souls would madden at the piercing sight | D |
| Of fortune wielding high her woe born arms | E |
| To crush aspiring genius seize the wreath | F |
| Which fond imagination's hand had weav'd | G |
| Strip its bright beams and give the wreck to air | H |
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| Forth from Cimmeria's nest of vipers lo | I |
| Pale envy trails its cherish'd form and views | J |
| With eye of cockatrice the little pile | K |
| Which youthful merit had essay'd to raise | L |
| From shrouded night his blacker arm he draws | M |
| Replete with vigor from each heavenly blast | N |
| To cloud the glories of that infant sun | O |
| And hurl the fabric headlong to the ground | P |
| How oft alas through that envenom'd blow | I |
| The youth is doom'd to leave his careful toils | Q |
| To slacken and decay which might perchance | R |
| Have borne him up on ardor's wing to fame | S |
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| And should we not with equal pity view | T |
| The fair frail wanderer doom'd through perjur'd vows | U |
| To lurk beneath a rigid stoic's frown | V |
| 'Till that sweet moment comes which her sad days | L |
| Of infamy of want and pain have wing'd | W |
| But here the reach of human thought is lost | X |
| What what must be the parent's heart felt pangs | Y |
| Who sees his child perchance his only child | Z |
| Thus struggling in the abyss of despair | H |
| To sin indebted for a life of woe | I |
| Still worse if worse can be the thought must sting | A2 |
| If e'er reflection calls it from the bed | B2 |
| Of low oblivion that ignoble wretch | C2 |
| The cruel instrument of all their woe | I |
| Sure it must cut his adamantine heart | D2 |
| More than ten thousand daggers onward plung'd | E2 |
| With all death's tortures quivering on their points | F2 |
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| Oh that we could but pierce the siren guise | G2 |
| Spread out before the unsuspecting mind | H2 |
| Which conscious of its innocence within | I2 |
| Treads on the rose strew'd path but finds too late | J2 |
| That ruin opes its ponderous jaws beneath | F |
| Lo frantic grief succeeds the bitter fall | K2 |
| And pining anguish mourns the fatal step | L2 |
| 'Till that great Pow'r who ever watchful stands | M2 |
| Shall give us grace from his eternal throne | N2 |
| To feel the faithful tear of penitence | M2 |
| The only recompense for ill spent life | O2 |
Thomas Gent
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