Doom And She Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBC A DEEDE A FGHFH B B II I JKKJK LL L MJJMJI | A |
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nbsp nbsp nbsp There dwells a mighty pair | B |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Slow statuesque intense | C |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Amid the vague Immense | C |
None can their chronicle declare | B |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Nor why they be nor whence | C |
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h II | A |
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nbsp nbsp nbsp Mother of all things made | D |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Matchless in artistry | E |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Unlit with sight is she | E |
And though her ever well obeyed | D |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Vacant of feeling he | E |
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III | A |
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nbsp nbsp nbsp The Matron mildly asks | F |
nbsp nbsp nbsp A throb in every word | G |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Our clay made creatures lord | H |
How fare they in their mortal tasks | F |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Upon Earth's bounded bord | H |
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IV | - |
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nbsp nbsp nbsp The fate of those I bear | B |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Dear lord pray turn and view | - |
nbsp nbsp nbsp And notify me true | - |
Shapings that eyelessly I dare | B |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Maybe I would undo | - |
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V | - |
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nbsp nbsp nbsp Sometimes from lairs of life | - |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Methinks I catch a groan | I |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Or multitudinous moan | I |
As though I had schemed a world of strife | - |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Working by touch alone | I |
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VI | - |
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nbsp nbsp nbsp World weaver he replies | J |
nbsp nbsp nbsp I scan all thy domain | K |
nbsp nbsp nbsp But since nor joy nor pain | K |
Doth my clear substance recognize | J |
nbsp nbsp nbsp I read thy realms in vain | K |
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VII | - |
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nbsp nbsp nbsp World weaver what IS Grief | - |
nbsp nbsp nbsp And what are Right and Wrong | L |
nbsp nbsp nbsp And Feeling that belong | L |
To creatures all who owe thee fief | - |
nbsp nbsp nbsp What worse is Weak than Strong | L |
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VIII | - |
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nbsp nbsp nbsp Unlightened curious meek | M |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She broods in sad surmise | J |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Some say they have heard her sighs | J |
On Alpine height or Polar peak | M |
nbsp nbsp nbsp When the night tempests rise | J |
Thomas Hardy
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