To Mrs. Bl---- Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDE FGFG HIJI KLKL MNMG OBOB GPNP PQPQ RSRS CSCS SSSS TNTN NSGS CSCSWRITTEN IN HER ALBUM | A |
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They say that Love had once a book | B |
The urchin likes to copy you | C |
Where all who came the pencil took | B |
And wrote like us a line or two | C |
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'Twas Innocence the maid divine | D |
Who kept this volume bright and fair | E |
And saw that no unhallowed line | D |
Or thought profane should enter there | E |
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And daily did the pages fill | F |
With fond device and loving lore | G |
And every leaf she turned was still | F |
More bright than that she turned before | G |
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Beneath the touch of Hope how soft | H |
How light the magic pencil ran | I |
Till Fear would come alas as oft | J |
And trembling close what Hope began | I |
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A tear or two had dropt from Grief | K |
And Jealousy would now and then | L |
Ruffle in haste some snow white leaf | K |
Which Love had still to smooth again | L |
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But ah there came a blooming boy | M |
Who often turned the pages o'er | N |
And wrote therein such words of joy | M |
That all who read them sighed for more | G |
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And Pleasure was this spirit's name | O |
And though so soft his voice and look | B |
Yet Innocence whene'er he came | O |
Would tremble for her spotless book | B |
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For oft a Bacchant cup he bore | G |
With earth's sweet nectar sparkling bright | P |
And much she feared lest mantling o'er | N |
Some drops should on the pages light | P |
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And so it chanced one luckless night | P |
The urchin let that goblet fall | Q |
O'er the fair book so pure so white | P |
And sullied lines and marge and all | Q |
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In vain now touched with shame he tried | R |
To wash those fatal stains away | S |
Deep deep had sunk the sullying tide | R |
The leaves grew darker everyday | S |
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And Fancy's sketches lost their hue | C |
And Hope's sweet lines were all effaced | S |
And Love himself now scarcely knew | C |
What Love himself so lately traced | S |
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At length the urchin Pleasure fled | S |
For how alas could Pleasure stay | S |
And Love while many a tear he shed | S |
Reluctant flung the book away | S |
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The index now alone remains | T |
Of all the pages spoiled by Pleasure | N |
And though it bears some earthly stains | T |
Yet Memory counts the leaf a treasure | N |
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And oft they say she scans it o'er | N |
And oft by this memorial aided | S |
Brings back the pages now no more | G |
And thinks of lines that long have faded | S |
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I know not if this tale be true | C |
But thus the simple facts are stated | S |
And I refer their truth to you | C |
Since Love and you are near related | S |
Thomas Moore
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