Pablo De Sarasate Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCD A EEFF A GHII J KKLL J AAMM A NOPP A QQRR A FFLL Q SSLL Q TTLL Q UVQQ Q QQLL Q WWLL A OOLL A TTLL A XYLL A LLQQ A ZZXX Q LLQQ Q A2A2B2C2 Q LLQQ Q EEAA| I | A |
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| Who comes to day with sunlight on his face | B |
| And eyes of fire that have a sorrow's trace | B |
| But are not sad with sadness of the years | C |
| Or hints of tears | D |
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| II | A |
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| He is a king or I mistake the sign | E |
| A king of song a comrade of the Nine | E |
| The Muses' brother and their youngest one | F |
| This side the sun | F |
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| III | A |
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| See how he bends to greet his soul's desire | G |
| His violin which trembles like a lyre | H |
| And seems to trust him and to know his touch | I |
| Belov'd so much | I |
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| IV | J |
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| He stands full height he draws it to his breast | K |
| Like one in joy who takes a wonder guest | K |
| A weird wild thing bewitched from end to end | L |
| To be his friend | L |
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| V | J |
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| And who can doubt the right it has to lie | A |
| So near his heart and there to sob and sigh | A |
| And there to shake its octaves into notes | M |
| With bird like throats | M |
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| VI | A |
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| Ah see how deftly with his lifted bow | N |
| He strikes the chords of ecstasy and woe | O |
| And wakes the wailing of the sprite within | P |
| That knows not sin | P |
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| VII | A |
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| A thousand heads are turn'd to where he stands | Q |
| A thousand hopes are moulded to his hands | Q |
| And like a storm wind hurrying from the north | R |
| A shout breaks forth | R |
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| VIII | A |
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| It is the welcome that of old was given | F |
| To Paganini ere he join'd in Heaven | F |
| The angel choirs of those who serve aright | L |
| The God of Light | L |
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| IX | Q |
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| It is the large loud utterance of a throng | S |
| That loves a faith employ'd impassion'd song | S |
| A song that soothes the heart and makes it sad | L |
| Yet keeps us glad | L |
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| X | Q |
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| For look how bearded men and women fair | T |
| Shed tears and smile and half repeat a prayer | T |
| And half are shamed in their so mean estate | L |
| And he so great | L |
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| XI | Q |
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| This is the young Endymion out of Spain | U |
| Who laurel crown'd has come to us again | V |
| To re intone the songs of other times | Q |
| In far off climes | Q |
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| XII | Q |
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| To prove again that Music by the plea | Q |
| Of all men's love has link'd from sea to sea | Q |
| All shores of earth in one serene and grand | L |
| Symphonic land | L |
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| XIII | Q |
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| Oh hush the while Oh hush A bird has sung | W |
| A Mayday bird has trill'd without a tongue | W |
| And now 'twould seem has wandered out of sight | L |
| For sheer delight | L |
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| XIV | A |
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| A phantom bird 'Tis gone where all things go | O |
| The wind the rain the sunshine and the snow | O |
| The hopes we nurs'd the dead things lately pass'd | L |
| All dreams at last | L |
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| XV | A |
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| The towers of light the castles in the air | T |
| The queenly things with diamonds in their hair | T |
| The toys of sound the flowers of magic art | L |
| All these depart | L |
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| XVI | A |
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| They seem'd to live and lo beyond recall | X |
| They take the sweet sad Silence for a pall | Y |
| And wrapt therein consent to be dismiss'd | L |
| Though glory kiss'd | L |
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| XVII | A |
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| O pride of Spain O wizard with a wand | L |
| More fraught with fervours of the life beyond | L |
| Than books have taught us in these tawdry days | Q |
| Take thou my praise | Q |
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| XVIII | A |
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| Aye take it Pablo Though so poor a thing | Z |
| 'Twill serve to mind thee of an English spring | Z |
| When wealth and worth and fashion each and all | X |
| Obey'd thy thrall | X |
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| XIX | Q |
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| The lark that sings its love song in the cloud | L |
| Is God inspired and glad but is not proud | L |
| And soon forgets the salvos of the breeze | Q |
| As thou dost these | Q |
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| XX | Q |
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| The shouts the praises and the swift acclaim | A2 |
| That men have brought to magnify thy name | A2 |
| Affect thee barely as an idle cheer | B2 |
| Affects a seer | C2 |
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| XXI | Q |
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| But thou art ours O Pablo ours to day | L |
| Ours and not ours in thy triumphant sway | L |
| And we must urge it by the right that brings | Q |
| Honour to kings | Q |
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| XXII | Q |
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| Honour to thee thou stately thou divine | E |
| And far famed minstrel of a mighty line | E |
| Honour to thee and peace and musings high | A |
| Good night Good bye | A |
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