The Birth Of Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DEDE FGFG HIJI JJBIB KKDD DLDL MMNDDN DNND DODO| When Love was born of heavenly line | A |
| What dire intrigues disturbed Cythera's joy | B |
| Till Venus cried 'A mother's heart is mine | A |
| None but myself shall nurse my boy ' | C |
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| But infant as he was the child | D |
| In that divine embrace enchanted lay | E |
| And by the beauty of the vase beguiled | D |
| Forgot the beverage and pined away | E |
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| 'And must my offspring languish in my sight ' | - |
| Alive to all a mother's pain | F |
| The Queen of Beauty thus her court addressed | G |
| 'No Let the most discreet of all my train | F |
| Receive him to her breast | G |
| Think all he is the God of young delight ' | - |
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| Then TENDERNESS with CANDOUR joined | H |
| And GAIETY the charming office sought | I |
| Nor even DELICACY stayed behind | J |
| But none of those fair Graces brought | I |
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| Wherewith to nurse the child and still he pined | J |
| Some fond hearts to COMPLIANCE seemed inclined | J |
| But she had surely spoiled the boy | B |
| And sad experience forbade a thought | I |
| On the wild Goddess of VOLUPTUOUS JOY | B |
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| Long undecided lay th' important choice | K |
| Till of the beauteous court at length a voice | K |
| Pronounced the name of HOPE The conscious child | D |
| Stretched forth his little arms and smiled | D |
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| 'Tis said ENJOYMENT who averred | D |
| The charge belonged to her alone | L |
| Jealous that HOPE had been preferred | D |
| Laid snares to make the babe her own | L |
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| Of INNOCENCE the garb she took | M |
| The blushing mien and downcast look | M |
| And came her services to proffer | N |
| And HOPE what has not Hope believed | D |
| By that seducing air deceived | D |
| Accepted of the offer | N |
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| It happened that to sleep inclined | D |
| Deluded HOPE for one short hour | N |
| To that false INNOCENCE'S power | N |
| Her little charge consigned | D |
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| The Goddess then her lap with sweetmeats filled | D |
| And gave in handfuls gave the treacherous store | O |
| A wild delirium first the infant thrilled | D |
| But soon upon her breast he sunk to wake no more | O |
William Wordsworth
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