Song Xviii. - Imitated From The French Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCD EEFDGH IIJJGH

Yes these are the scenes where with Iris I stray'dA
But short was her sway for so lovely a maidA
In the bloom of her youth to a cloister she runB
In the bloom of her graces too fair for a nunB
Ill grounded no doubt a devotion must proveC
So fatal to beauty so killing to loveD
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Yes these are the meadows the shrubs and the plainsE
Once the scene of my pleasures the scene of my painsE
How many soft moments I spent in this groveF
How fair was my nymph and how fervent my loveD
Be still though my Heart thine emotion give o'erG
Remember the season of love is no moreH
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With her how I stray'd amid fountains and bowersI
Or loiter'd behind and collected the flowersI
Then breathless with ardour my fair one pursuedJ
And to think with what kindness my garland she view'dJ
But be still my fond Heart this emotion give o'erG
Fain wouldst thou forget thou must love her no moreH

William Shenstone



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