To Carmen Sylva Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDE FFBBGGBB HHIIJJKK LCMMNNOO PPQQRRQQ SSTTUUDD VVWWQQXX VVBBYYZZOh that the golden lyre divine | A |
Whence David smote flame tones were mine | A |
Oh that the silent harp which hung | B |
Untuned unstrung | B |
Upon the willows by the river | C |
Would throb beneath my touch and quiver | C |
With the old song enchanted spell | D |
Of Israel | E |
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Oh that the large prophetic Voice | F |
Would make my reed piped throat its choice | F |
All ears should prick all hearts should spring | B |
To hear me sing | B |
The burden of the isles the word | G |
Assyria knew Damascus heard | G |
When like the wind while cedars shake | B |
Isaiah spake | B |
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For I would frame a song to day | H |
Winged like a bird to cleave its way | H |
O'er land and sea that spread between | I |
To where a Queen | I |
Sits with a triple coronet | J |
Genius and Sorrow both have set | J |
Their diadems above the gold | K |
A Queen three fold | K |
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To her the forest lent its lyre | L |
Hers are the sylvan dews the fire | C |
Of Orient suns the mist wreathed gleams | M |
Of mountain streams | M |
She the imperial Rhine's own child | N |
Takes to her heart the wood nymph wild | N |
The gypsy Pelech and the wide | O |
White Danube's tide | O |
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She who beside an infant's bier | P |
Long since resigned all hope to hear | P |
The sacred name of Mother bless | Q |
Her childlessness | Q |
Now from a people's sole acclaim | R |
Receives the heart vibrating name | R |
And Mother Mother Mother fills | Q |
The echoing hills | Q |
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Yet who is he who pines apart | S |
Estranged from that maternal heart | S |
Ungraced unfriended and forlorn | T |
The butt of scorn | T |
An alien in his land of birth | U |
An outcast from his brethren's earth | U |
Albeit with theirs his blood mixed well | D |
When Plevna fell | D |
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When all Roumania's chains were riven | V |
When unto all his sons was given | V |
The hero's glorious reward | W |
Reaped by the sword | W |
Wherefore was this poor thrall whose chains | Q |
Hung heaviest within whose veins | Q |
The oldest blood of freedom streamed | X |
Still unredeemed | X |
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O Mother Poet Queen in one | V |
Pity and save he is thy son | V |
For poet David's sake the king | B |
Of all who sing | B |
For thine own people's sake who share | Y |
His law his truth his praise his prayer | Y |
For his sake who was sacrificed | Z |
His brother Christ | Z |
Emma Lazarus
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