Tess's Lament Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBBCDDDC A EEEFGGGF A HHIJKKLM NNNOFFFO F PPPQRRRQ SSSTUUUFI | A |
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I would that folk forgot me quite | B |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Forgot me quite | B |
I would that I could shrink from sight | B |
nbsp nbsp nbsp And no more see the sun | C |
Would it were time to say farewell | D |
To claim my nook to need my knell | D |
Time for them all to stand and tell | D |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Of my day's work as done | C |
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II | A |
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Ah dairy where I lived so long | E |
nbsp nbsp nbsp I lived so long | E |
Where I would rise up stanch and strong | E |
nbsp nbsp nbsp And lie down hopefully | F |
'Twas there within the chimney seat | G |
He watched me to the clock's slow beat | G |
Loved me and learnt to call me sweet | G |
nbsp nbsp nbsp And whispered words to me | F |
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III | A |
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And now he's gone and now he's gone | H |
nbsp nbsp nbsp And now he's gone | H |
The flowers we potted p'rhaps are thrown | I |
nbsp nbsp nbsp To rot upon the farm | J |
And where we had our supper fire | K |
May now grow nettle dock and briar | K |
And all the place be mould and mire | L |
nbsp nbsp nbsp So cozy once and warm | M |
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IV | - |
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And it was I who did it all | N |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Who did it all | N |
'Twas I who made the blow to fall | N |
nbsp nbsp nbsp On him who thought no guile | O |
Well it is finished past and he | F |
Has left me to my misery | F |
And I must take my Cross on me | F |
nbsp nbsp nbsp For wronging him awhile | O |
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V | F |
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How gay we looked that day we wed | P |
nbsp nbsp nbsp That day we wed | P |
May joy be with ye all o'm said | P |
nbsp nbsp nbsp A standing by the durn | Q |
I wonder what they say o's now | R |
And if they know my lot and how | R |
She feels who milks my favourite cow | R |
nbsp nbsp nbsp And takes my place at churn | Q |
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VI | - |
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It wears me out to think of it | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp To think of it | S |
I cannot bear my fate as writ | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp I'd have my life unbe | T |
Would turn my memory to a blot | U |
Make every relic of me rot | U |
My doings be as they were not | U |
nbsp nbsp nbsp And what they've brought to me | F |
Thomas Hardy
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