Henry And Eliza Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF EGEG EEEE EEEE HIHI JEJE EKEK LALAO'er the wide heath now moon tide horrors hung | A |
And night's dark pencil dimm'd the tints of spring | B |
The boding minstrel now harsh omens sung | A |
And the bat spread his dark nocturnal wing | B |
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At that still hour pale Cynthia oft had seen | C |
The fair Eliza joyous once and gay | D |
With pensive step and melancholy mien | C |
O'er the broad plain in love born anguish stray | D |
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Long had her heart with Henry's been entwined | E |
And love's soft voice had waked the sacred blaze | F |
Of Hymen's altar while with him combined | E |
His cherub train prepared the torch to raise | F |
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When lo his standard raging war uprear'd | E |
And honour call'd her Henry from her charms | G |
He fought but ah torn mangled blood besmear'd | E |
Fell nobly fell amid his conquering arms | G |
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In her sad bosom a tumultuous world | E |
Of hopes and fears on his dear mem'ry spread | E |
For fate had not the clouded roll unfurl'd | E |
Nor yet with baleful hemlock crown'd her head | E |
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Reflection oft to sad remembrance brought | E |
The well known spot where they so oft had stray'd | E |
While fond affection ten fold ardour caught | E |
And smiling innocence around them play'd | E |
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But these were past and now the distant bell | H |
For deep and pensive thought had held her there | I |
Toll'd midnight out with long resounding knell | H |
While dismal echoes quiver'd in the air | I |
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Again 'twas silence when from out the gloom | J |
She saw with awe struck eye a phantom glide | E |
'Twas Henry's form what pencil shall presume | J |
To paint her horror HENRY AS HE DIED | E |
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Enervate long she stood a sculptured dread | E |
Till waking sense dissolved amazement's chain | K |
Then home with timid haste distracted fled | E |
And sunk in dreadful agony of pain | K |
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Not the deep sigh which madden'd Sappho gave | L |
When from Leucate's craggy height she sprung | A |
Could equal that which gave her to the grave | L |
The last sad sound that echo'd from her tongue | A |
Thomas Gent
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