My Mopsa Is Little. By Philodemus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCB DEBFFB GGHIIJ| My Mopsa is little my Mopsa is brown | A |
| But her cheek is as smooth as the peach's soft down | A |
| And for blushing no rose can come near her | B |
| In short she has woven such nets round my heart | C |
| That I ne'er from my dear little Mopsa can part | C |
| Unless I can find one that's dearer | B |
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| Her voice hath a music that dwells on the ear | D |
| And her eye from its orb gives a daylight so clear | E |
| That I'm dazzled whenever I meet her | B |
| Her ringlets so curly are Cupid's own net | F |
| And her lips oh their sweetness I ne'er shall forget | F |
| Till I light upon lips that are sweeter | B |
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| But 'tis not her beauty that charms me alone | G |
| 'Tis her mind 'tis that language whose eloquent tone | G |
| From the depths of the grave could revive one | H |
| In short here I swear that if death were her doom | I |
| I would instantly join my dead love in the tomb | I |
| Unless I could meet with a live | J |
Thomas Moore
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