Rake-hell Muses Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBC ADDC EFFC EGGC HGGC HIIC JBBC JDDC KKKC KLLL LMML NLLL OKKL BKKL BIIL BDDL BKKL| Yes since she knows not need | A |
| Nor walks in blindness | B |
| I may without unkindness | B |
| A true thing tell | C |
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| Which would be truth indeed | A |
| Though worse in speaking | D |
| Were her poor footsteps seeking | D |
| A pauper's cell | C |
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| I judge then better far | E |
| She now have sorrow | F |
| Than gladness that to morrow | F |
| Might know its knell | C |
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| It may be men there are | E |
| Could make of union | G |
| A lifelong sweet communion | G |
| A passioned spell | C |
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| But I to save her name | H |
| And bring salvation | G |
| By altar affirmation | G |
| And bridal bell | C |
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| I by whose rash unshame | H |
| These tears come to her | I |
| My faith would more undo her | I |
| Than my farewell | C |
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| Chained to me year by year | J |
| My moody madness | B |
| Would wither her old gladness | B |
| Like famine fell | C |
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| She'll take the ill that's near | J |
| And bear the blaming | D |
| 'Twill pass Full soon her shaming | D |
| They'll cease to yell | C |
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| Our unborn first her moan | K |
| Will grow her guerdon | K |
| Until from blot and burden | K |
| A joyance swell | C |
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| In that therein she'll own | K |
| My good part wholly | L |
| My evil staining solely | L |
| My own vile vell | L |
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| Of the disgrace may be | L |
| He shunned to share it | M |
| Being false they'll say I'll bear it | M |
| Time will dispel | L |
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| The calumny and prove | N |
| This much about me | L |
| That she lives best without me | L |
| Who would live well | L |
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| That this once not self love | O |
| But good intention | K |
| Pleads that against convention | K |
| We two rebel | L |
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| For is one moonlight dance | B |
| One midnight passion | K |
| A rock whereon to fashion | K |
| Life's citadel | L |
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| Prove they their power to prance | B |
| Life's miles together | I |
| From upper slope to nether | I |
| Who trip an ell | L |
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| Years hence or now apace | B |
| May tongues be calling | D |
| News of my further falling | D |
| Sinward pell mell | L |
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| Then this great good will grace | B |
| Our lives' division | K |
| She's saved from more misprision | K |
| Though I plumb hell | L |
Thomas Hardy
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