I Grieved For Buonaparte Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAACACDEEDED

I GRIEVED for Buonaparte with a vainA
And an unthinking grief The tenderest moodB
Of that Man's mind what can it be what foodB
Fed his first hopes what knowledge could 'he' gainA
'Tis not in battles that from youth we trainA
The Governor who must be wise and goodC
And temper with the sternness of the brainA
Thoughts motherly and meek as womanhoodC
Wisdom doth live with children round her kneesD
Books leisure perfect freedom and the talkE
Man holds with week day man in the hourly walkE
Of the mind's business these are the degreesD
By which true Sway doth mount this is the stalkE
True Power doth grow on and her rights are theseD

William Wordsworth



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