Fatima And Raduan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BC DDBBCCEE FFGGHHEE IIJJKLE LLMMNNE| FROM THE SPANISH | A |
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| Diamante falso y fingido | B |
| Engastado en pedernal c | C |
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| 'False diamond set in flint the caverns of the mine | D |
| Are warmer than the breast that holds that faithless heart of thine | D |
| Thou art fickle as the sea thou art wandering as the wind | B |
| And the restless ever mounting flame is not more hard to bind | B |
| If the tears I shed were tongues yet all too few would be | C |
| To tell of all the treachery that thou hast shown to me | C |
| Oh I could chide thee sharply but every maiden knows | E |
| That she who chides her lover forgives him ere he goes | E |
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| 'Thou hast called me oft the flower of all Grenada's maids | F |
| Thou hast said that by the side of me the first and fairest fades | F |
| And they thought thy heart was mine and it seemed to every one | G |
| That what thou didst to win my love from love of me was done | G |
| Alas if they but knew thee as mine it is to know | H |
| They well might see another mark to which thine arrows go | H |
| But thou giv'st me little heed for I speak to one who knows | E |
| That she who chides her lover forgives him ere he goes | E |
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| 'It wearies me mine enemy that I must weep and bear | I |
| What fills thy heart with triumph and fills my own with care | I |
| Thou art leagued with those that hate me and ah thou know'st I feel | J |
| That cruel words as surely kill as sharpest blades of steel | J |
| 'Twas the doubt that thou wert false that wrung my heart with pain | K |
| But now I know thy perfidy I shall be well again | L |
| I would proclaim thee as thou art but every maiden knows | E |
| That she who chides her lover forgives him ere he goes ' | - |
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| Thus Fatima complained to the valiant Raduan | L |
| Where underneath the myrtles Alhambra's fountains ran | L |
| The Moor was inly moved and blameless as he was | M |
| He took her white hand in his own and pleaded thus his cause | M |
| 'Oh lady dry those star like eyes their dimness does me wrong | N |
| If my heart be made of flint at least 'twill keep thy image long | N |
| Thou hast uttered cruel words but I grieve the less for those | E |
| Since she who chides her lover forgives him ere he goes ' | - |
William Cullen Bryant
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