Upon A Dying Lady Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B CDCDEFEF A G HIJIKIKLMLM A N OJNJBPBQRSTS B S USUST B C OVOVLCLCFWFW B X CYCYZOZA2NA2 B F FB2FZSC2SC2CBCB

IA
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Her CourtesyB
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With the old kindness the old distinguished graceC
She lies her lovely piteous head amid dull red hairD
propped upon pillows rouge on the pallor of her faceC
She would not have us sad because she is lying thereD
And when she meets our gaze her eyes are laughter litE
Her speech a wicked tale that we may vie with herF
Matching our broken hearted wit against her witE
Thinking of saints and of petronius ArbiterF
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IIA
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Curtain Artist bring her Dolls and DrawingsG
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Bring where our Beauty liesH
A new modelled doll or drawingI
With a friend's or an enemy'sJ
Features or maybe showingI
Her features when a tressK
Of dull red hair was flowingI
Over some silken dressK
Cut in the Turkish fashionL
Or it may be like a boy'sM
We have given the world our passionL
We have naught for death but toysM
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IIIA
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She turns the Dolls' Faces to the WallN
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Because to day is some religious festivalO
They had a priest say Mass and even the JapaneseJ
Heel up and weight on toe must face the wallN
Pedant in passion learned in old courtesiesJ
Vehement and witty she had seemed the Venetian ladyB
Who had seemed to glide to some intrigue in her red shoesP
Her domino her panniered skirt copied from LonghiB
The meditative critic all are on their toesQ
Even our Beauty with her Turkish trousers onR
Because the priest must have like every dog his dayS
Or keep us all awake with baying at the moonT
We and our dolls being but the world were best awayS
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IVB
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The End of DayS
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She is playing like a childU
And penance is the playS
Fantastical and wildU
Because the end of dayS
Shows her that some one soonT
Will come from the house and say Though play is but half done Come in and leave the play '-
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VB
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Her RaceC
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She has not grown uncivilO
As narrow natures wouldV
And called the pleasures evilO
Happier days thought goodV
She knows herself a womanL
No red and white of a faceC
Or rank raised from a commonL
Vnreckonable raceC
And how should her heart fail herF
Or sickness break her willW
With her dead brother's valourF
For an example stillW
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VIB
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Her CourageX
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When her soul flies to the predestined dancing placeC
I have no speech but symbol the pagan speech I madeY
Amid the dreams of youth let her come face to faceC
Amid that first astonishment with Grania's shadeY
All but the terrors of the woodland flight forgotZ
That made her Diatmuid dear and some old cardinalO
Pacing with half closed eyelids in a sunny spotZ
Who had murmured of Giorgione at his latest breathA2
Aye and Achilles Timor Babar Barhaim allN
Who have lived in joy and laughed into the face of DeathA2
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VIIB
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Her Friends bring her a Christmas TreeF
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pardon great enemyF
Without an angry thoughtB2
We've carried in our treeF
And here and there have boughtZ
Till all the boughs are gayS
And she may look from the bedC2
On pretty things that mayS
please a fantastic headC2
Give her a little graceC
What if a laughing eyeB
Have looked into your faceC
It is about to dieB

William Butler Yeats



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