'tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCCDDEEDFF GHGHIJJI KLLLMNNM LOLOPQQP LRLRSTT ULRVLWXY

'Tis said that some have died for loveA
And here and there a churchyard grave is foundB
In the cold north's unhallowed groundB
Because the wretched man himself had slainC
His love was such a grievous painC
And there is one whom I five years have knownD
He dwells aloneD
Upon Helvellyn's sideE
He loved the pretty Barbara diedE
And thus he makes his moanD
Three years had Barbara in her grave been laidF
When thus his moan he madeF
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'Oh move thou Cottage from behind that oakG
Or let the aged tree uprooted lieH
That in some other way yon smokeG
May mount into the skyH
The clouds pass on they from the heavens departI
I look the sky is empty spaceJ
I know not what I traceJ
But when I cease to look my hand is on my heartI
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'Oh what a weight is in these shades Ye leavesK
That murmur once so dear when will it ceaseL
Your sound my heart of rest bereavesL
It robs my heart of peaceL
Thou Thrush that singest loud and loud and freeM
Into yon row of willows flitN
Upon that alder sitN
Or sing another song or choose another treeM
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'Roll back sweet Rill back to thy mountain boundsL
And there for ever be thy waters chainedO
For thou dost haunt the air with soundsL
That cannot be sustainedO
If still beneath that pine tree's ragged boughP
Headlong yon waterfall must comeQ
Oh let it then be dumbQ
Be anything sweet Rill but that which thou art nowP
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'Thou Eglantine so bright with sunny showersL
Proud as a rainbow spanning half the valeR
Thou one fair shrub oh shed thy flowersL
And stir not in the galeR
For thus to see thee nodding in the airS
To see thy arch thus stretch and bendT
Thus rise and thus descendT
Disturbs me till the sight is more than I can dear '-
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The Man who makes this feverish complaintU
Is one of giant stature who could danceL
Equipped from head to foot in iron mailR
Ah gentle Love if ever thought was thineV
To store up kindred hours for me thy faceL
Turn from me gentle Love nor let me walkW
Within the sound of Emma's voice nor knowX
Such happiness as I have known to dayY

William Wordsworth



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