Prologue To The Spanish Gipsy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGHIIJJKK LLMMNNOOPPQQRRSSJJLL| The wind that brings us from the springtide south | A |
| Strange music as from love's or life's own mouth | A |
| Blew hither when the blast of battle ceased | B |
| That swept back southward Spanish prince and priest | B |
| A sound more sweet than April's flower sweet rain | C |
| And bade bright England smile on pardoned Spain | C |
| The land that cast out Philip and his God | D |
| Grew gladly subject where Cervantes trod | D |
| Even he whose name above all names on earth | E |
| Crowns England queen by grace of Shakespeare's birth | E |
| Might scarce have scorned to smile in God's wise down | F |
| And gild with praise from heaven an earthlier crown | F |
| And he whose hand bade live down lengthening years | G |
| Quixote a name lit up with smiles and tears | H |
| Gave the glad watchword of the gipsies' life | I |
| Where fear took hope and grief took joy to wife | I |
| Times change and fame is fitful as the sea | J |
| But sunset bids not darkness always be | J |
| And still some light from Shakespeare and the sun | K |
| Burns back the cloud that masks not Middleton | K |
| With strong swift strokes of love and wrath he drew | L |
| Shakespearean London's loud and lusty crew | L |
| No plainer might the likeness rise and stand | M |
| When Hogarth took his living world in hand | M |
| Pg No surer then his fire fledged shafts could hit | N |
| Winged with as forceful and as faithful wit | N |
| No truer a tragic depth and heat of heart | O |
| Glowed through the painter's than the poet's art | O |
| He lit and hung in heaven the wan fierce moon | P |
| Whose glance kept time with witchcraft's air struck tune | P |
| He watched the doors where loveless love let in | Q |
| The pageant hailed and crowned by death and sin | Q |
| He bared the souls where love twin born with hate | R |
| Made wide the way for passion fostered fate | R |
| All English hearted all his heart arose | S |
| To scourge with scorn his England's cowering foes | S |
| And Rome and Spain who bade their scorner be | J |
| Their prisoner left his heart as England's free | J |
| Now give we all we may of all his due | L |
| To one long since thus tried and found thus true | L |
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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