A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xix Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACBABADEDEFG| Alas that words like these should be but folly | A |
| Behold the Boulevard mocks and I mock too | B |
| Let us away and purge our melancholy | A |
| With the last laughter at the Ambigu | C |
| Here all is real Here glory's self is true | B |
| Through each regime to its own mission holy | A |
| Of plying still the world with something new | B |
| To cure its ache or nobly souled or lowly | A |
| One title Paris holds above the rest | D |
| Untouched by time or fortune's change or frown | E |
| One temple of high fame where she sits dressed | D |
| In youth eternal and mirth's myrtle crown | E |
| And where she writes each night with deathless hands | F |
| To all the glories of the stage of France '' | G |
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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