Elegy, (written At The Request Of A Young Lady.) Sylvia On Her Dead Canary-bird Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHIH JDJ KLK MNM OPO QRQ DSD ATA| Sweet little warbler art thou dead | A |
| And must I hear thy notes no more | B |
| Then will I make thy funeral bed | A |
| Then shall the Muse thy loss deplore | B |
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| Beneath the turf in yonder bower | C |
| Where oft I've listened to thy lay | D |
| Forgetting care while many an hour | C |
| In music sweetly stole away | D |
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| There will I bid thy relics rest | E |
| Then sadly sigh my last farewell | F |
| But long oh long within my breast | E |
| Thy memory poor bird shall dwell | F |
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| Still to that spot now more endear'd | G |
| Shall thy fond mistress oft return | H |
| And haply feel her sorrows cheer'd | I |
| To deck with verse thy simple urn | H |
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| 'Here lies a bird once famed to be | J |
| Peerless in plumage and in lay | D |
| This was the soul of melody | J |
| And that the golden blush of day ' | - |
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| 'Soon as the Morn began to peep | K |
| While yet with shade her smiles were veil'd | L |
| The sprightly warbler shook off sleep | K |
| And with his song her coming hail'd ' | - |
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| 'His guardian rose nor scorn'd as mean | M |
| But found it still a pleasing care | N |
| To keep his little mansion clean | M |
| And minister his daily fare ' | - |
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| 'The dewy groundsel was his feast | O |
| Which when the watchful songster view'd | P |
| Straight his loud thrilling strain he ceased | O |
| And softly chirp'd his gratitude ' | - |
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| 'Then would he peck his savoury treat | Q |
| Turn his head sly and breathe a note | R |
| Now flutter wild with wings and feet | Q |
| Then silent sit now pour his throat ' | - |
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| 'His playful freaks his joyous lay | D |
| Well pleased his mistress would attend | S |
| It call'd affection into play | D |
| And gave to solitude a friend ' | - |
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| 'Thus happily his days he led | A |
| Even to the ninth revolving year | T |
| Then Fate alas her weapon sped | A |
| And Pity laid his relics here ' | - |
Thomas Oldham
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