At Vaucluse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCB DDCEEC FFGHHG IJKCCK CCLGGL MMCNOC CCCCCC CCBGG CCPQQP DDRSSR CCTUUT MMTVVT PPWCCW MMXCCX YYPZZP UUPA2A2PBy Avignon's dismantled walls | A |
Where cloudless mid March sunshine falls | A |
Rhone through broad belts of green | B |
Flecked with the light of almond groves | C |
Upon itself reverting roves | C |
Reluctant from the scene | B |
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Yet from stern moat and storied tower | D |
From sprouting vine from spreading flower | D |
My footsteps cannot choose | C |
But turn aside as though some friend | E |
Were waiting for my voice and wend | E |
Unto thy vale Vaucluse | C |
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For here by Sorgue's sequestered stream | F |
Did Petrarch fly from fame and dream | F |
Life's noonday light away | G |
Here build himself a studious home | H |
And careless of the crowns of Rome | H |
To Laura lend his lay | G |
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Teaching vain tongues that would reward | I |
With noisy praise the shrinking bard | J |
Reminding thus the proud | K |
Love's sympathy to him that sings | C |
Is more than smiles of courts and kings | C |
Or plaudits of the crowd | K |
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For poor though love that doth not rouse | C |
To deeds of glory dreaming brows | C |
What but a bitter sweet | L |
Is loftiest fame unless it lay | G |
The soldier's sword the poet's bay | G |
Low at some loved one's feet | L |
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Where are his books His garden where | M |
I mount from flowery stair to stair | M |
While fancy fondly feigns | C |
Here rose his learned lintel here | N |
He pondered till the text grew clear | O |
Of long forgotten strains | C |
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On trackless slopes and brambled mounds | C |
The laurel still so thick abounds | C |
That Nature's self one deems | C |
Regretful of his vanished halls | C |
Still plants the tree whose name recalls | C |
The lady of his dreams | C |
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Aught more than this I cannot trace | C |
There is no footstep form nor face | C |
To vivify the scene | B |
Save where but culled to fling away | G |
Posies of withering wildflowers say | G |
Here children's feet have been '' | - |
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Yet there's strange softness in the skies | C |
The violet opens limpid eyes | C |
The woodbine tendrils start | P |
Like childhood winning without guile | Q |
The primrose wears a constant smile | Q |
And captive takes the heart | P |
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All things remind of him of her | D |
Stripped are the slopes of beech and fir | D |
Bare rise the crags above | R |
But hillside valley stream and plain | S |
The freshness of his muse retain | S |
The fragrance of his love | R |
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Why did he hither turn Why choose | C |
Thy solitary gorge Vaucluse | C |
Thy Fountain makes reply | T |
That like the muse its waters well | U |
From source none ne'er can sound and swell | U |
From springs that run not dry | T |
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Or was it he might drink the air | M |
That Laura breathed in surging prayer | M |
Or duty's stifled sigh | T |
Feel on his cheek the self same gale | V |
And listen to the same sweet wail | V |
When summer nights are nigh | T |
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May be Of Fame he deeply quaffed | P |
But thirsting for the sweeter draught | P |
Of Love alas for him | W |
Though draining glory to the dregs | C |
He was like one that vainly begs | C |
And scarcely sips the brim | W |
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Is it then so that glory ne'er | M |
Its throne with happiness will share | M |
But baffling half our aim | X |
Grief is the forfeit greatness pays | C |
Lone places grow the greenest bays | C |
And anguish suckles fame | X |
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Let this to lowlier bards atone | Y |
Whose unknown Laura is their own | Y |
Possessing and possest | P |
Of whom if sooth they do not sing | Z |
'Tis that near her they fold their wing | Z |
To drop within her nest | P |
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Adieu Vaucluse Swift Sorgue farewell | U |
Thy winding waters seem to swell | U |
Louder as I depart | P |
But evermore where'er I go | A2 |
Thy stream will down my memory flow | A2 |
And murmur through my heart | P |
Alfred Austin
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