From Omar Khayyam Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCD EEFE GGH DDID A JKLK MMNM OOPO DDQD RRSR TTJT UUVU WWGW A XXYX DDCD NNZN A2GA2GB2C2C2B2SOS DXDXD2GGD2SXS XSXSB2DDB2SXS GXGXKE2E2SSXS SSSSSGGSSXS F2XF2XXG2G2XSX H2XH2XSSSSSXSI | A |
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A BOOK of Verses underneath the Bough | B |
A Jug of Wine a Loaf of Bread and Thou | B |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Beside me singing in the Wilderness | C |
O Wilderness were Paradise enow | D |
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Some for the Glories of This World and some | E |
Sigh for the Prophet's Paradise to come | E |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Ah take the Cash and let the Credit go | F |
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum | E |
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Look to the blowing Rose about us 'Lo | G |
Laughing ' she says 'into the world I blow | G |
nbsp nbsp nbsp At once the silken tassel of my Purse | H |
Tear and its Treasure on the Garden throw ' | - |
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And those who husbanded the Golden grain | D |
And those who flung it to the winds like Rain | D |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd | I |
As buried once Men want dug up again | D |
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II | A |
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Think in this batter'd Caravanserai | J |
Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day | K |
nbsp nbsp nbsp How Sult n after Sult n with his Pomp | L |
Abode his destined Hour and went his way | K |
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They say the Lion and the Lizard keep | M |
The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep | M |
nbsp nbsp nbsp And Bahr m that great Hunter the wild Ass | N |
Stamps o'er his Head but cannot break his Sleep | M |
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I sometimes think that never blows so red | O |
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled | O |
nbsp nbsp nbsp That every Hyacinth the Garden wears | P |
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head | O |
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And this reviving Herb whose tender Green | D |
Fledges the River Lip on which we lean | D |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Ah lean upon it lightly for who knows | Q |
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen | D |
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Ah my Beloved fill the Cup that clears | R |
TO DAY of past Regrets and Future Fears | R |
nbsp nbsp nbsp To morrow Why To morrow I may be | S |
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years | R |
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For some we loved the loveliest and the best | T |
That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest | T |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before | J |
And one by one crept silently to rest | T |
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And we that now make merry in the Room | U |
They left and Summer dresses in new bloom | U |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth | V |
Descend ourselves to make a Couch for whom | U |
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Ah make the most of what we yet may spend | W |
Before we too into the Dust descend | W |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Dust unto Dust and under Dust to lie | G |
Sans Wine sans Song sans Singer and sans End | W |
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III | A |
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Ah with the Grape my fading Life provide | X |
And wash my Body whence the Life has died | X |
nbsp nbsp nbsp And lay me shrouded in the living Leaf | Y |
By some not unfrequented Garden side | X |
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Yon rising Moon that looks for us again | D |
How oft hereafter will she wax and wane | D |
nbsp nbsp nbsp How oft hereafter rising look or us | C |
Through this same Garden and for one in vain | D |
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And when like her O S k you shall pass | N |
Among the Guests star scatter'd on the Grass | N |
nbsp nbsp nbsp And in your joyous errand reach the spot | Z |
Where I made One turn down an empty Glass | N |
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WITH blackest moss the flower plots | A2 |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Were thickly crusted one and all | G |
The rusted nails fell from the knots | A2 |
nbsp nbsp nbsp That held the pear to the gable wall | G |
The broken sheds look'd sad and strange | B2 |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Unlifted was the clinking latch | C2 |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Weeded and worn the ancient thatch | C2 |
Upon the lonely moated grange | B2 |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She only said 'My life is dreary | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp He cometh not ' she said | O |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She said 'I am aweary aweary | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp I would that I were dead ' | - |
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Her tears fell with the dews at even | D |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Her tears fell ere the dews were dried | X |
She could not look on the sweet heaven | D |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Either at morn or eventide | X |
After the flitting of the bats | D2 |
nbsp nbsp nbsp When thickest dark did trance the sky | G |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She drew her casement curtain by | G |
And glanced athwart the glooming flats | D2 |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She only said 'The night is dreary | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp He cometh not ' she said | X |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She said 'I am aweary aweary | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp I would that I were dead ' | - |
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Upon the middle of the night | X |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Waking she heard the night fowl crow | S |
The cock sung out an hour ere light | X |
nbsp nbsp nbsp From the dark fen the oxen's low | S |
Came to her without hope of change | B2 |
nbsp nbsp nbsp In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn | D |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Till cold winds woke the gray eyed morn | D |
About the lonely moated grange | B2 |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She only said 'The day is dreary | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp He cometh not ' she said | X |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She said 'I am aweary aweary | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp I would that I were dead ' | - |
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About a stone cast from the wall | G |
nbsp nbsp nbsp A sluice with blacken'd waters slept | X |
And o'er it many round and small | G |
nbsp nbsp nbsp The cluster'd marish mosses crept | X |
Hard by a poplar shook alway | K |
nbsp nbsp nbsp All silver green with gnarled bark | E2 |
nbsp nbsp nbsp For leagues no other tree did mark | E2 |
The level waste the rounding gray | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She only said 'My life is dreary | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp He cometh not ' she said | X |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She said 'I am aweary aweary | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp I would that I were dead ' | - |
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And ever when the moon was low | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp And the shrill winds were up and away | S |
In the white curtain to and fro | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She saw the gusty shadow sway | S |
But when the moon was very low | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp And wild winds bound within their cell | G |
nbsp nbsp nbsp The shadow of the poplar fell | G |
Upon her bed across her brow | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She only said 'The night is dreary | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp He cometh not ' she said | X |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She said 'I am aweary aweary | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp I would that I were dead ' | - |
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All day within the dreamy house | F2 |
nbsp nbsp nbsp The doors upon their hinges creak'd | X |
The blue fly sung in the pane the mouse | F2 |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd | X |
Or from the crevice peer'd about | X |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors | G2 |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Old footsteps trod the upper floors | G2 |
Old voices call'd her from without | X |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She only said 'My life is dreary | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp He cometh not ' she said | X |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She said 'I am aweary aweary ' | - |
nbsp nbsp nbsp I would that I were dead ' | - |
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The sparrow's chirrup on the roof | H2 |
nbsp nbsp nbsp The slow clock ticking and the sound | X |
Which to the wooing wind aloof | H2 |
nbsp nbsp nbsp The poplar made did all confound | X |
Her sense but most she loathed the hour | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp When the thick moted sunbeam lay | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Athwart the chambers and the day | S |
Was sloping toward his western bower | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp Then said she 'I am very dreary | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp He will not come ' she said | X |
nbsp nbsp nbsp She wept 'I am aweary aweary | S |
nbsp nbsp nbsp O God that I were dead ' | - |
Edward Fitzgerald
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