Phædra Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDE FGHFIJK BLMNH FNNOPEQRNFSOKNTUVKNN FWXTNDNYA BKFN BSJ BZ FKJKA2NB2NC2D2NE2F2G 2NG2H2NTNI2KNCJ2NT BK2T BK2 FPA2FNK2NJL2G2NKM2N2 A2FSNO2N2KN2N2N2ZP2A K2K2G2N2K2NNN N2Q2AN2T FK2N N2R2N FTF N2S2 FQ2 N2N FNTN2N2N2N2T2FN2K2A2 FTSKN2N2TU2SDN2V2FFF N2G2G2SW2FX2K2N2NY2N 2TNN2Z2N2Q2FN2N2FNNA 3NTN2NNK2K2G2N2TN

Hippolytus Ph dra Chorus of Troezenian WomenA
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HIPPOLYTUSB
Lay not thine hand upon me let me goC
Take off thine eyes that put the gods to shameD
What wilt thou turn my loathing to thy deathE
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PH DRAF
Nay I will never loosen hold nor breatheG
Till thou have slain me godlike for great browsH
Thou art and thewed as gods are with clear hairF
Draw now thy sword and smite me as thou art godI
For verily I am smitten of other godsJ
Why not of theeK
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CHORUSB
O queen take heed of wordsL
Why wilt thou eat the husk of evil speechM
Wear wisdom for that veil about thy headN
And goodness for the binding of thy browsH
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PH DRAF
Nay but this god hath cause enow to smiteN
If he will slay me baring breast and throatN
I lean toward the stroke with silent mouthO
And a great heart Come take thy sword and slayP
Let me not starve between desire and deathE
But send me on my way with glad wet lipsQ
For in the vein drawn ashen coloured palmR
Death's hollow hand holds water of sweet draughtN
To dip and slake dried mouths at as a deerF
Specked red from thorns laps deep and loses painS
Yea if mine own blood ran upon my mouthO
I would drink that Nay but be swift with meK
Set thy sword here between the girdle and breastN
For I shall grow a poison if I liveT
Are not my cheeks as grass my body paleU
And my breath like a dying poisoned man'sV
O whatsoever of godlike names thou beK
By thy chief name I charge thee thou strong godN
And bid thee slay me Strike up to the goldN
Up to the hand grip of the hilt strike hereF
For I am Cretan of my birth strike nowW
For I am Theseus' wife stab up to the rimsX
I am born daughter to PasiphaeT
See thou spare not for greatness of my bloodN
Nor for the shining letters of my nameD
Make thy sword sure inside thine hand and smiteN
For the bright writing of my name is blackY
And I am sick with hating the sweet sunA
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HIPPOLYTUSB
Let not this woman wail and cleave to meK
That am no part of the gods' wrath with herF
Loose ye her hands from me lest she take hurtN
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CHORUSB
Lady this speech and majesty are twainS
Pure shame is of one counsel with the godsJ
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HIPPOLYTUSB
Man is as beast when shame stands off from himZ
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PH DRAF
Man what have I to do with shame or theeK
I am not of one counsel with the godsJ
I am their kin I have strange blood in meK
I am not of their likeness nor of thineA2
My veins are mixed and therefore am I madN
Yea therefore chafe and turn on mine own fleshB2
Half of a woman made with half a godN
But thou wast hewn out of an iron wombC2
And fed with molten mother snow for milkD2
A sword was nurse of thine HippolytaN
That had the spear to father and the axeE2
To bridesman and wet blood of sword slain menF2
For wedding water out of a noble wellG2
Even she did bear thee thinking of a swordN
And thou wast made a man mistakinglyG2
Nay for I love thee I will have thy handsH2
Nay for I will not loose thee thou art sweetN
Thou art my son I am thy father's wifeT
I ache toward thee with a bridal bloodN
The pulse is heavy in all my married veinsI2
My whole face beats I will feed full of theeK
My body is empty of ease I will be fedN
I am burnt to the bone with love thou shalt not goC
I am heartsick and mine eyelids prick mine eyesJ2
Thou shalt not sleep nor eat nor say a wordN
Till thou hast slain me I am not good to liveT
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CHORUSB
This is an evil born with all its teethK2
When love is cast out of the bound of loveT
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HIPPOLYTUSB
There is no hate that is so hateworthyK2
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PH DRAF
I pray thee turn that hate of thine my wayP
I hate not it nor anything of thineA2
Lo maidens how he burns about the browF
And draws the chafing sword strap down his handN
What wilt thou do wilt thou be worse than deathK2
Be but as sweet as is the bitterestN
The most dispiteous out of all the godsJ
I am well pleased Lo do I crave so muchL2
I do but bid thee be unmercifulG2
Even the one thing thou art Pity me notN
Thou wert not quick to pity Think of meK
As of a thing thy hounds are keen uponM2
In the wet woods between the windy waysN2
And slay me for a spoil This body of mineA2
Is worth a wild beast's fell or hide of hairF
And spotted deeper than a panther's grainS
I were but dead if thou wert pure indeedN
I pray thee by thy cold green holy crownO2
And by the fillet leaves of ArtemisN2
Nay but thou wilt not Death is not like theeK
Albeit men hold him worst of all the godsN2
For of all gods Death only loves not giftsN2
Nor with burnt offering nor blood sacrificeN2
Shalt thou do aught to get thee grace of himZ
He will have naught of altar and altar songP2
And from him only of all the lords in heavenA
Persuasion turns a sweet averted mouthK2
But thou art worse from thee with baffled breathK2
Back on my lips my prayer falls like a blowG2
And beats upon them dumb What shall I sayN2
There is no word I can compel thee withK2
To do me good and slay me But take heedN
I say be wary look between thy feetN
Lest a snare take them though the ground be goodN
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HIPPOLYTUSN2
Shame may do most where fear is found most weakQ2
That which for shame's sake yet I have not doneA
Shall it be done for fear's Take thine own wayN2
Better the foot slip than the whole soul swerveT
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PH DRAF
The man is choice and exquisite of mouthK2
Yet in the end a curse shall curdle itN
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CHORUSN2
He goes with cloak upgathered to the lipR2
Holding his eye as with some ill in sightN
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PH DRAF
A bitter ill he hath i' the way thereofT
And it shall burn the sight out as with fireF
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CHORUSN2
Speak no such word whereto mischance is kinS2
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PH DRAF
Out of my heart and by fate's leave I speakQ2
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CHORUSN2
Set not thy heart to follow after fateN
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PH DRAF
O women O sweet people of this landN
O goodly city and pleasant ways thereofT
And woods with pasturing grass and great well headsN2
And hills with light and night between your leavesN2
And winds with sound and silence in your lipsN2
And earth and water and all immortal thingsN2
I take you to my witness what I amT2
There is a god about me like as fireF
Sprung whence who knoweth or who hath heart to sayN2
A god more strong than whom slain beasts can sootheK2
Or honey or any spilth of blood like wineA2
Nor shall one please him with a whitened browF
Nor wheat nor wool nor aught of plaited leafT
For like my mother am I stung and slainS
And round my cheeks have such red maladyK
And on my lips such fire and foam as hersN2
This is that Ate out of AmathusN2
That breeds up death and gives it one for loveT
She hath slain mercy and for dead mercy's sakeU2
Being frighted with this sister that was slainS
Flees from before her fearful footed shameD
And will not bear the bending of her browsN2
And long soft arrows flown from under themV2
As from bows bent Desire flows out of herF
As out of lips doth speech and over herF
Shines fire and round her and beneath her fireF
She hath sown pain and plague in all our houseN2
Love loathed of love and mates unmatchableG2
Wild wedlock and the lusts that bleat or lowG2
And marriage fodder snuffed about of kineS
Lo how the heifer runs with leaping flankW2
Sleek under shaggy and speckled lies of hairF
And chews a horrible lip and with harsh tongueX2
Laps alien froth and licks a loathlier mouthK2
Alas a foul first steam of trodden taresN2
And fouler of these late grapes underfootN
A bitter way of waves and clean cut foamY2
Over the sad road of sonorous seaN2
The high gods gave king Theseus for no loveT
Nay but for love yet to no loving endN
Alas the long thwarts and the fervent oarsN2
And blown hard sails that straightened the scant ropeZ2
There were no strong pools in the hollow seaN2
To drag at them and suck down side and beakQ2
No wind to catch them in the teeth and hairF
No shoal no shallow among the roaring reefsN2
No gulf whereout the straining tides throw sparsN2
No surf where white bones twist like whirled white fireF
But like to death he came with death and soughtN
And slew and spoiled and gat him that he wouldN
For death for marriage and for child gettingA3
I set my curse against him as a swordN
Yea and the severed half thereof I leaveT
Pittheus because he slew not when that faceN2
Was tender and the life still soft in itN
The small swathed child but bred him for my fateN
I would I had been the first that took her deathK2
Out from between wet hoofs and reddened teethK2
Splashed horns fierce fetlocks of the brother bullG2
For now shall I take death a deadlier wayN2
Gathering it up between the feet of loveT
Or off the knees of murder reaching itN

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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