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"Hope" and "Song" are both good examples of the use of caesura, while "Letting Go" uses enjambment.

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None of the poems have a strong, consistent rhyme scheme. However, they all manage to sound beautiful regardless.

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There is a stark contrast in "Song" and "Letting Go." Both poems involve soft, sweet ideas such as love and nature, but both also have sharper, more blunt themes of death, pain, and loss.

ex:
-  "roses" vs. "sing on...in pain"
- "hope" vs. "cruel...dreary"
- "I loved you" vs. "ashamed...afraid"

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All of the poems are short and sweet, but are able to convey a lot of meaning in just a few stanzas. Even their titles are short but powerful, with only one to two words each.

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The subjects in all of these poems are personified. The speakers are all either talking about or to something that is portrayed as alive. For example, in the poems, "Song," by Christina Rossetti and "Letting Go" by Daryl Hine the speakers are speaking to a lost love, whereas in "Hope," by Emily Bronte the speaker seems to personify hope as a lost person as well.

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All of the poems have a bittersweet, yet hopeful tone to them.

ex:
- "I shall not..."
- "whispered peace"
- "ashamed to stay"

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Death, sadness, and overall darkness are a reoccuring symbol in all three poems referred to either directly or indirectly using diction.

ex:
- "moribund"
- "shadows"
- "cadaver"
- "last joys shrewed"

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All three poems are about letting go of or losing something. "Song" is about the death of a loved one, "Letting Go" is about the loss of love, and "Hope" is about keeping your head up even through loss.

Some possible themes for the poems are death, love, loss, and hope.

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Hope was but a timid friend;

She sat without the grated den,

Watching how my fate would tend,

Even as selfish-hearted men.

She was cruel in her fear;

Through the bars, one dreary day,

I looked out to see her there,

And she turned her face away!

Like a false guard, false watch keeping,

Still, in strife, she whispered peace;

She would sing while I was weeping;

If I listened, she would cease.

False she was, and unrelenting;

When my last joys strewed the ground,

Even Sorrow saw, repenting,

Those sad relics scattered round;

Hope, whose whisper would have given

Balm to all my frenzied pain,

Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,

Went, and ne'er returned again!

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I loved you first the time I saw you last,

I knew you best before I let you go.

All the misapprehensions of the past

Dissipated in an hour or so.

Naked to the human eye you lay

Candid as a cadaver on the couch I could have slept on, but I went away

Ashamed to stay, afraid almost to touch.

Lost, you seemed the only vivid thing

In a world made moribund and flat

By worldliness. Renunciations bring

Their own reward, apparently, like that

Last look of yours, ironical or tender,

A valediction and a benediction,

Which endless reruns will not soon surrender,

The indispensable, improper fiction

Of your unforgettable perfection.

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When I am dead, my dearest,

Sing no sad songs for me;

Plant thou no roses at my head,

Nor shady cypress tree:

Be the green grass above me

With showers and dewdrops wet;

And if thou wilt, remember,

And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,

I shall not feel the rain;

I shall not hear the nightingale

Sing on, as if in pain:

And dreaming through the twilight

That doth not rise nor set,

Haply I may remember,

And haply may forget.