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 HHRN| From 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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