Lycidas. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Yet once more O ye laurels and once moreA
Ye myrtles brown with ivy never sereB
I come to pluck your berries harsh and crudeC
And with forced fingers rudeC
Shatter your leaves before the mellowing yearB
Bitter constraint and sad occasion dearB
Compels me to disturb your season dueD
For Lycidas is dead dead ere his primeE
Young Lycidas and hath not left his peerB
Who would not sing for Lycidas He knewD
Himself to sing and build the lofty rhymeE
He must not float upon his watery bierF
Unwept and welter to the parching windG
Without the meed of some melodious tearH
Begin then sisters of the sacred wellI
That from beneath the seat of Jove doth springJ
Begin and somewhat loudly sweep the stringJ
Hence with denial vain and coy excuseK
So may some gentle museL
With lucky words favour my destined urnM
And as he passes turnM
And bid fair peace be to my sable shroudN
For we were nursed upon the self same hillO
Fed the same flock by fountain shade and rillO
Together both ere the high lawns appearedP
Under the opening eyelids of the mornQ
We drove afield and both together heardR
What time the gray fly winds her sultry hornQ
Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of nightS
Oft till the star that rose at evening brightS
Toward Heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheelT
Meanwhile the rural ditties were not muteU
Tempered to the oaten fluteU
Rough satyrs danced and fauns with cloven heelT
From the glad sound would not be absent longV
And old Damaetas loved to hear our songV
But oh the heavy change now thou art goneW
Now thou art gone and never must returnM
Thee shepherd thee the woods and desert cavesX
With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrownM
And all their echoes mournM
The willows and the hazel copses greenM
Shall now no more be seenM
Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft laysY
As killing as the canker to the roseZ
Or taint worm to the weanling herds that grazeY
Or frost to flowers that their gay wardrobe wearH
When first the white thorn blowsZ
Such Lycidas thy loss to shepherd's earF
Where were ye nymphs when the remorseless deepA2
Closed o'er the head of your loved LycidasZ
For neither were ye playing on the steepA2
Where your old bards the famous Druids lieB2
Nor on the shaggy top of Mona highB2
Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard streamC2
Ay me I fondly dreamC2
Had ye been there for what could that have doneM
What could the muse herself that Orpheus boreA
The muse herself for her enchanting sonM
Whom universal nature did lamentD2
When by the rout that made the hideous roarA
His gory visage down the stream was sentD2
Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shoreA
Alas what boots it with incessant careH
To tend the homely slighted shepherd's tradeE2
And strictly meditate the thankless museZ
Were it not better done as others useZ
To sport with Amaryllis in the shadeE2
Or with the tangles of Neaera's hairH
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raiseZ
That last infirmity of noble mindG
To scorn delights and live laborious daysZ
But the fair guerdon when we hope to findG
And think to burst out into sudden blazeZ
Comes the blind fury with the abhorred shearsZ
And slits the thin spun life But not the praiseZ
Phoebus replied and touched my trembling earsZ
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soilF2
Nor in the glistering foilF2
Set off to the world nor in broad rumour liesZ
But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyesZ
And perfect witness of all judging JoveB2
As he pronounces lastly on each deedG2
Of so much fame in Heaven expect thy meedG2
O fountain Arethuse and thou honoured floodG2
Smooth sliding Mincius crowned with vocal reedsZ
That strain I heard was of a higher moodG2
But now my oat proceedsZ
And listens to the herald of the seaZ
That came in Neptune's pleaZ
He asked the waves and asked the felon windsZ
What hard mishap had doomed this gentle swainM
And questioned every gust of rugged wingsZ
That blows from off each beaked promontoryH
They knew not of his storyH
And sage Hippotades their answer bringsZ
That not a blast was from his dungeon strayedG2
The air was calm and on the level brineM
Sleek Panope with all her sisters playedG2
It was that fatal and perfidious barkH2
Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses darkH2
That sunk so low that sacred head of thineM
Next Camus reverend sire went footing slowI2
His mantle hairy and his bonnet sedgeJ2
Inwrought with figures dim and on the edgeJ2
Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woeI2
Ah who hath reft quoth he my dearest pledgeJ2
Last came and last did goI2
The pilot of the Galilean lakeK2
Two massy keys he bore of metals twainM
The golden opes the iron shuts amainM
He shook his mitred locks and stern bespakeK2
How well could I have spared for thee young swainM
Enow of such as for their bellies' sakeK2
Creep and intrude and climb into the foldG2
Of other care they little reckoning makeK2
Than how to scramble at the shearer's feastG2
And shove away the worthy bidden guestG2
Blind mouths that scarce themselves know how to holdG2
A sheep hook or have learned aught else the leastG2
That to the faithful herdsman's art belongsZ
What reeks it them What need they They are spedG2
And when they list their lean and flashy songsZ
Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched strawH
The hungry sheep look up and are not fedG2
But swollen with wind and the rank mist they drawH
Rot inwardly and foul contagion spreadG2
Besides what the grim wolf with privy pawH
Daily devours apace and nothing saidG2
But that two handed engine at the doorH
Stands ready to smite once and smite no moreH
Return Alpheus the dread voice is pastG2
That shrunk thy streams return Sicilian museZ
And call the vales and bid them hither castG2
Their bells and flowerets of a thousand huesZ
Ye valleys low where the mild whispers useZ
Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooksZ
On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looksZ
Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyesZ
That on the green turf suck the honeyed showersZ
And purple all the ground with vernal flowersZ
Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken diesZ
The tufted crow toe and pale jessamineM
The white pink and the pansy freaked with jetG2
The glowing violetG2
The musk rose and the well attired woodbineM
With cowslips wan that hang the pensive headG2
And every flower that sad embroidery wearsZ
Bid amaranthus all his beauty shedG2
And daffodillies fill their cups with tearsZ
To strow the laureate hearse where Lycid liesZ
For so to interpose a little easeZ
Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmiseZ
Ay me whilst thee the shores and sounding seasZ
Wash far away where ere thy bones are hurledG2
Whether beyond the stormy HebridesZ
Where thou perhaps under the whelming tideG2
Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous worldG2
Or whether thou to our moist vows deniedG2
Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus oldG2
Where the great vision of the guarded mountG2
Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's holdG2
Look homeward angel now and melt with ruthL2
And O ye dolphins waft the hapless youthL2
Weep no more woeful shepherds weep no moreH
For Lycidas your sorrow is not deadG2
Sunk though he be beneath the watery floorH
So sinks the day star in the ocean bedG2
And yet anon repairs his drooping headG2
And tricks his beams and with new spangled oreH
Flames in the forehead of the morning skyK2
So Lycidas sunk low but mounted highK2
Through the dear might of him that walked the wavesZ
Where other groves and other streams alongK2
With nectar pure his oozy locks he lavesZ
And hears the unexpressive nuptial songK2
In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and loveB2
There entertain him all the saints aboveB2
In solemn troops and sweet societiesZ
That sing and singing in their glory moveB2
And wipe the tears for ever from his eyesZ
Now Lycidas the shepherds weep no moreH
Henceforth thou art the genius of the shoreH
In thy large recompense and shalt be goodG2
To all that wander in that perilous floodG2
Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rillsZ
While the still morn went out with sandals grayH
He touched the tender stops of various quillsZ
With eager thought warbling his Doric layH
And now the sun had stretched out all the hillsZ
And now was dropped into the western bayH
At last he rose and twitched his mantle blueD
Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures newD
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LYCIDASZ
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En iterum laurus iterum salvete myricaeK2
Pallentes nullique hederae quae ceditis aevoB2
Has venio baccas quanquam sapor asper acerbisZ
Decerptum quassumque manu folia ipsa protervaB2
Maturescentem praevortens improbus annumM2
Causa gravis pia cansa subest et amara deum lexZ
Nec jam sponte mea vobis rata tempora turboI2
Nam periit Lycidas periit superante juventaG2
Imberbis Lycidas quo non praestantior alterH
Quis cantare super Lycida neget Ipse quoque artemM2
Norat Apollineam versumque imponere versuZ
Non nullo vitreum fas innatet ille feretrumM2
Flente voluteturque arentes corpus ad aurasZ
Indotatum adeo et lacrymae vocalis egenumM2
Quare agite o sacri fontis queis cura sororesZ
Cui sub inaccessi sella Jovis exit origoK2
Incipite et sonitu graviore impellite chordasZ
Lingua procul male prompta loqui suasorque morarumM2
Sit pudor alloquiis ut mollior una secundisZ
Pieridum faveat cui mox ego destiner urnaeD
Et gressus praetergrediens convertat et EstoG2
Dicat amoena quies atra tibi veste latentiG2
Uno namque jugo duo nutribamur eosdemM2
Pavit uterque greges ad fontem et rivulum et umbramM2
Tempore nos illo nemorum convexa priusquamM2
Aurora reserante oculos caepere videriH
Urgebamus equos ad pascua novimus horamM2
Aridus audiri solitus qua clangor asiliD
Rore recentes greges passi pinguescere noctisZ
Saepius albuerat donec quod vespere sidusZ
Hesperios axes prono inclinasset OlympoH
At pastorales non cessavere camoenaeD
Fistula disparibus quas temperat apta cicutisZ
Saltabant Satyri informes nec murmure laetoG2
Capripedes potuere diu se avertere FauniD
Damaetasque modos nostros longaevus amabatG2
Jamque relicta tibi quantum mutata videnturH
Rura relicta tibi cui non spes ulla regressusZ
Te sylvae teque antra puer deserta ferarumM2
Incultis obducta thymis ac vite sequaciZ
Decessisse gemunt gemitusque reverberat EchoI2
Non salices non glauca ergo coryleta videboI2
Molles ad numeros laetum motare cacumenD
Quale rosis scabies quam formidabile vermisZ
Depulso jam lacte gregi dum tondet agellosZ
Sive quod indutis verna jam veste pruinaeD
Floribus albet ubi primum paliurus in agrisZ
Tale fuit nostris Lycidam periisse bubulcisZ
Qua Nymphae latuistis ubi crudele profundumM2
Delicias Lycidam vestras sub vortice torsitG2
Nam neque vos scopulis tum ludebatis in illisZ
Quos veteres Druidae Vates illustria servantG2
Nomina nec celsae setoso in culmine MonaeD
Nec quos Deva locos magicis amplectitur undisZ
Vae mihi delusos exercent somnia sensusZ
Venissetis enim numquid venisse juvaretG2
Numquid Pieris ipsa parens interfuit OrpheiB2
Pieris ipsa suae sobolis qui carmine rexitG2
Corda virum quem terra olim quam magna dolebatG2
Tempore quo dirum auditu strepitante catervaB2
Ora secundo amni missa ac foedata cruoreH
Lesbia praecipitans ad litora detulit HebrusZ
Eheu quid prodest noctes instare diesqueK2
Pastorum curas spretas humilesque tuendoG2
Nilque relaturam meditari rite CamoenamM2
Nonne fuit satius lusus agitare sub umbraH
Ut mos est aliis Amaryllida sive NeaeramM2
Sectanti ac tortis digitum impediisse capillisZ
Scilcet ingenuum cor Fama novissimus errorH
Illa animi majoris uti calcaribus urgetG2
Spernere delicias ac dedi rebus agendisZ
Quanquam exoptatam jam spes attingere dotemM2
Jam nec opinata remur splendescere flammaM2
Caeca sed invisa cum forfice venit ErinnysZ
Quae resecet tenui haerentem subtemine vitamM2
At Famam non illa refert tangitque trementesZ
Phoebus Apollo aures Fama haud vulgaris ad instarH
Floris amat terrestre solum fictosque nitoresZ
Queis inhiat populus nec cum Rumore patescitG2
Vivere dant illi dant increbrescere lateG2
Puri oculi ac vox summa Jovis cui sola PotestasZ
Fecerit ille semel de facto quoque virorumM2
Arbitrium tantum famae manet aethera nactisZ
Fons Arethusa sacro placidus qui laberis alveoB2
Frontem vocali praetextus arundine MinciZ
Sensi equidem gravius carmen Nunc cetera pastorH
Exsequor Adstat enim missus pro rege marinoD
Seque rogasse refert fluctus ventosque rapacesZ
Quae sors dura nimis tenerum rapuisset agrestemM2
Compellasse refert alarum quicquid ab omniD
Spirat acerba sonans scopulo qui cuspidis instarH
Prominet in pelagus fama haud pervenerat illucK2
Haec ultro pater Hippotades responsa ferebatG2
Nulli sunt nostro palati carcere ventiG2
Straverat aequor aquas et sub Jove compta serenoD
Lusum exercebat Panope nymphaeque sororesZ
Quam Furiae struxere per interlunia letoD
Fetam ac fraude ratem malos velarat ErinnysZ
Credas in mala tanta caput mersisse sacratumM2
Proximus huic tardum senior se Camus agebatD
Cui setosa chlamys cui pileus ulva figurisZ
Idem intertextus dubiis erat utque cruentosZ
Quos perhibent flores inscriptus margine luctumM2
Nam quis ait praedulce meum me pignus ademitD
Post hos qui Galilaea regit per stagna carinasZ
Post hos venit iturus habet manus utraque clavimM2
Queis aperit clauditque auro ferrove gravatamM2
Mitra tegit crines quassis quibus acriter infitD
Scilicet optassem pro te dare corpora letoD
Sat multa o juvenis quot serpunt ventribus actiD
Vi quot iter faciunt spretis in ovilia murisZ
Hic labor hoc opus est pecus ut tondente magistroD
Praeripiant epulas trudatur dignior hospesZ
Capti oculis non ore pedum tractare nec ipsiZ
Norunt quotve bonis sunt upilionibus artesZ
Sed quid enim refert quove eat opus omnia nactisZ
Fert ubi mens tenue ac deductum carmen avenamM2
Radit stridentem stipulis Pastore negatoD
Suspicit aegra pecus vento gravis ac lue tractaD
Tabescit mox foeda capit contagia vulgusZ
Quid dicam stabulis ut clandestinus oberransZ
Expleat ingluviem tristis lupus indice nulloD
Illa tamen bimanus custodit machina portamM2
Stricta paratque malis plagam non amplius unamM2
En Alphee redi Quibus ima cohorruit undaD
Voces praeteriere redux quoque Sicelis omnesZ
Musa voca valles huc pendentes hyacinthosZ
Fac jaciant teneros huc flores mille colorumM2
O nemorum depressa sonant ubi crebra susurriD
Umbrarum et salientis aquae Zephyrique proterviB2
Queisque virens gremium penetrare Canicula parcitD
Picturata modis jacite huc mihi lumina mirisZ
Mellitos imbres queis per viridantia ruraD
Mos haurire novo quo tellus vere rubescatD
Huc ranunculus ipse arbos pallorque ligustriD
Quaeque relicta perit vixdum matura feraturD
Pnimula quique ebeno distinctus caetera flavetD
Flos et qui specie nomen detrectat eburnaD
Ardenti violae rosa proxima fundat odoresZ
Serpyllumque placens et acerbo flexile vultuD
Verbascum ac tristem si quid sibi legit amictumM2
Quicquid habes pulcri fundas amarante coronentD
Narcissi lacrymis calices sternantque feretrumM2
Tectus ubi lauro Lycidas jacet adsit ut otiD
Saltem aliquid ficta ludantur imagine mentesZ
Me miserum Tua nam litus pelagusque sonorumM2
Ossa ferunt queiscunque procul jacteris in orisZ
Sive procellosas ultra Symplegadas ingensZ
Jam subter mare visis alit quae monstra profundumM2
Sive negavit enim precibus te Jupiter udisZ
Cum sene Bellero veterum qui fabula dormisZ
Qua custoditi montis praegrandis imagoK2
Namancum atque arces longe prospectat IberasZ
Verte retro te verte deum mollire precandoD
Et vos infaustum juvenem delphines agatisZ
Ponite jam lacrymas sat enim flevistis agrestesZ
Non periit Lycidas vestri moeroris origoK2
Marmorei quanquam fluctus hausere cadentemM2
Sic et in aequoreum se condere saepe cubileD
Luciferum videas nec longum tempus et effertD
Demissum caput igne novo vestitus et aurumM2
Ceu rutilans in fronte poli splendescit EoiN2
Sic obiit Lycidas sic assurrexit in altumM2
Illo quem peditem mare sustulit usus amicoK2
Nunc campos alios alia errans stagna secundumM2
Rorantesque lavans integro nectare crinesZ
Audit inauditos nobis cantari HymenaeosZ
Fortunatorum sedes ubi mitis amoremM2
Laetitiamque affert Hic illum quotquot OlympumM2
Praedulces habitant turbae venerabilis ordoD
Circumstant aliaeque canunt interque canendumM2
Majestate sua veniunt abeuntque catervaeB2
Omnes ex oculis lacrymas arcere parataeD
Ergo non Lycidam jam lamentantur agrestesZ
Divus eris ripae puer hoc ex tempore nobisZ
Grande nec immerito veniens in munus opemqueK2
Poscent usque tuam dubiis quot in aestubus errantD
Haec incultus aquis puer ilicibusque canebatD
Processit dum mane silens talaribus albisZ
Multa manu teneris discrimina tentat avenisZ
Dorica non studio modulatus carmina segniD
Et jam sol abiens colles extenderat omnesZ
Jamque sub Hesperium se praecipitaverat alveumM2
Surrexit tandem glaucumque retraxit amictumM2
Cras lucos reor ille novos nova pascua quaeretD

Charles Stuart Calverley



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