Donna Clara Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDE FBGF GHCH IEJK IHCC BHLL LMHH ICEN HNHN NNHC ICCN CNBH HLHG IOPH HNN C NHNI EBNN NINN HECQ IGNB CCHH HHRNFrom the German of Heine | A |
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In the evening through her garden | B |
Wanders the Alcalde's daughter | C |
Festal sounds of drum and trumpet | D |
Ring out hither from the Castle | E |
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I am weary of the dances | F |
Honeyed words of adulation | B |
From the knights who still compare me | G |
To the sun with dainty phrases | F |
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Yes of all things I am weary | G |
Since I first beheld by moonlight | H |
Him my cavalier whose zither | C |
Nightly draws me to my casement | H |
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As he stands so slim and daring | I |
With his flaming eyes that sparkle | E |
And with nobly pallid features | J |
Truly he St George resembles | K |
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Thus went Donna Clara dreaming | I |
On the ground her eyes were fastened | H |
When she raised them lo before her | C |
Stood the handsome knightly stranger | C |
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Pressing hands and whispering passion | B |
These twain wander in the moonlight | H |
Gently doth the breeze caress them | L |
The enchanted roses greet them | L |
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The enchanted roses greet them | L |
And they glow like Love's own heralds | M |
Tell me tell me my beloved | H |
Wherefore all at once thou blushest | H |
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Gnats were stinging me my darling | I |
And I hate these gnats in summer | C |
E'en as though they were a rabble | E |
Of vile Jews with long hooked noses | N |
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Heed not gnats nor Jews beloved | H |
Spake the knight with fond endearments | N |
From the almond trees dropped downward | H |
Myriad snowy flakes of blossoms | N |
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Myriad snowy flakes of blossoms | N |
Shed around them fragrant odors | N |
Tell me tell me my beloved | H |
Looks thy heart on me with favor | C |
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Yes I love thee O my darling | I |
And I swear it by our Saviour | C |
Whom the accursed Jews did murder | C |
Long ago with wicked malice | N |
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Heed thou neither Jews nor Saviour | C |
Spake the knight with fond endearments | N |
Far off waved as in a vision | B |
Gleaming lilies bathed in moonlight | H |
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Gleaming lilies bathed in moonlight | H |
Seemed to watch the stars above them | L |
Tell me tell me my beloved | H |
Didst thou not erewhile swear falsely | G |
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Naught is false in me my darling | I |
E'en as in my veins there floweth | O |
Not a drop of blood that's Moorish | P |
Neither of foul Jewish current | H |
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Heed not Moors nor Jews beloved | H |
Spake the knight with fond endearments | N |
Then towards a grove of myrtles | N |
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Leads he the Alcalde's daughter | C |
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And with Love's slight subtile meshes | N |
He has trapped her and entangled | H |
Brief their words but long their kisses | N |
For their hearts are overflowing | I |
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What a melting bridal carol | E |
Sings the nightingale the pure one | B |
How the fire flies in the grasses | N |
Trip their sparkling torchlight dances | N |
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In the grove the silence deepens | N |
Naught is heard save furtive rustling | I |
Of the swaying myrtle branches | N |
And the breathing of the flowers | N |
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But the sound of drum and trumpet | H |
Burst forth sudden from the castle | E |
Rudely they awaken Clara | C |
Pillowed on her lover's bosom | Q |
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Hark they summon me my darling | I |
But before we part oh tell me | G |
Tell me what thy precious name is | N |
Which so closely thou hast hidden | B |
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Then the knight with gentle laughter | C |
Kissed the fingers of his Donna | C |
Kissed her lips and kissed her forehead | H |
And at last these words he uttered | H |
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I Senora your beloved | H |
Am the son of the respected | H |
Worthy erudite Grand Rabbi | R |
Israel of Saragossa | N |
Emma Lazarus
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