The Bride Of The Greek Isle Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCD DDDDEE FFGGHHIIJJKK LLGGMM DDNNIIOPQQRRDDSSTT U VWVWXYZY A2B2A2B2LYLY C2D2C2D2E2YE2Y QF2QF2OYPY DDG2G2H2H2TTI2B2F2F2 J2J2KKK2K2L2L2 M2N2N2K2K2JJO2O2B2B2 EETTOO P2P2 DDQ2Q2K2K2R2R2R2R2S2 S2 LLR2R2R2R2VV T2T2DDR2R2 JJF2F2JF2R2R2U2U2 FFOOV2L2 M2R2R2F2F2W2W2R2R2F2 F2DDR2R2JJYYX2X2R2R2 F2F2R2R2 JJI2B2 F2F2F2F2Y2Y2Z2Z2DDR2

Fear I'm a Greek and how should I fear deathA
A slave and wherefore should I dread my freedomB
I will not live degradedC
SardanapalusD
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Come from the woods with the citron flowersD
Come with your lyres for the festal hoursD
Maids of bright Scio They came and the breezeD
Bore their sweet songs o'er the Grecian seasD
They came and Eudora stood rob'd and crown'dE
The bride of the morn with her train aroundE
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Jewels flash'd out from her braided hairF
Like starry dews midst the roses thereF
Pearls on her bosom quivering shoneG
Heav'd by her heart thro' its golden zoneG
But a brow as those gems of the ocean paleH
Gleam'd from beneath her transparent veilH
Changeful and faint was her fair cheek's hueI
Though clear as a flower which the light looks throughI
And the glance of her dark resplendent eyeJ
For the aspect of woman at times too highJ
Lay floating in mists which the troubled streamK
Of the soul sent up o'er its fervid beamK
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She look'd on the vine at her father's doorL
Like one that is leaving his native shoreL
She hung o'er the myrtle once call'd her ownG
As it greenly wav'd by the threshold stoneG
She turn'd and her mother's gaze brought backM
Each hue of her childhood's faded trackM
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Oh hush the song and let her tearsD
Flow to the dream of her early yearsD
Holy and pure are the drops that fallN
When the young bride goes from her father's hallN
She goes unto love yet untried and newI
She parts from love which hath still been trueI
Mute be the song and the choral strainO
Till her heart's deep well spring is clear againP
She wept on her mother's faithful breastQ
Like a babe that sobs itself to restQ
She wept yet laid her hand awhileR
In his that waited her dawning smileR
Her soul's affianced nor cherish'd lessD
For the gush of nature's tendernessD
She lifted her graceful head at lastS
The choking swell of her heart was pastS
And her lovely thoughts from their cells found wayT
In the sudden flow of a plaintive layT
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The Bride's FarewellU
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Why do I weep to leave the vineV
Whose clusters o'er me bendW
The myrtle yet oh call it mineV
The flowers I lov'd to tendW
A thousand thoughts of all things dearX
Like shadows o'er me sweepY
I leave my sunny childhood hereZ
Oh therefore let me weepY
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I leave thee sister we have play'dA2
Thro' many a joyous hourB2
Where the silvery green of the olive shadeA2
Hung dim o'er fount and bowerB2
Yes thou and I by stream by shoreL
In song in prayer in sleepY
Have been as we may be no moreL
Kind sister let me weepY
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I leave thee father Eve's bright moonC2
Must now light other feetD2
With the gather'd grapes and the lyre in tuneC2
Thy homeward step to greetD2
Thou in whose voice to bless thy childE2
Lay tones of love so deepY
Whose eye o'er all my youth hath smiledE2
I leave thee let me weepY
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Mother I leave thee on thy breastQ
Pouring out joy and woF2
I have found that holy place of restQ
Still changeless yet I goF2
Lips that have lull'd me with your strainO
Eyes that have watch'd my sleepY
Will earth give love like yours againP
Sweet mother let me weepY
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And like a slight young tree that throwsD
The weight of rain from its drooping boughsD
Once more she wept But a changeful thingG2
Is the human heart as a mountain springG2
That works its way thro' the torrent's foamH2
To the bright pool near it the lily's homeH2
It is well the cloud on her soul that layT
Hath melted in glittering drops awayT
Wake again mingle sweet flute and lyreI2
She turns to her lover she leaves her sireB2
Mother on earth it must still be soF2
Thou rearest the lovely to see them goF2
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They are moving onward the bridal throngJ2
Ye may track their way by the swells of songJ2
Ye may catch thro' the foliage their white robes' gleamK
Like a swan midst the reeds of a shadowy streamK
Their arms bear up garlands their gliding treadK2
Is over the deep vein'd violet's bedK2
They have light leaves around them blue skies aboveL2
An arch for the triumph of youth and loveL2
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IIM2
Still and sweet was the home that stoodN2
In the flowering depths of a Grecian woodN2
With the soft green light o'er its low roof spreadK2
As if from the glow of an emerald shedK2
Pouring thro' lime leaves that mingled on highJ
Asleep in the silence of noon's clear skyJ
Citrons amidst their dark foliage glow'dO2
Making a gleam round the lone abodeO2
Laurels o'erhung it whose faintest shiverB2
Scatter'd out rays like a glancing riverB2
Stars of the jasmine its pillars crown'dE
Vine stalks its lattice and walls had boundE
And brightly before it a fountain's playT
Flung showers thro' a thicket of glossy bayT
To a cypress which rose in that flashing rainO
Like one tall shaft of some fallen faneO
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And thither Ianthis had brought his brideP2
And the guests were met by that fountain sideP2
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They lifted the veil from Eudora's faceD
It smiled out softly in pensive graceD
With lips of love and a brow sereneQ2
Meet for the soul of the deep wood sceneQ2
Bring wine bring odours the board is spreadK2
Bring roses a chaplet for every headK2
The wine cups foam'd and the rose was shower'dR2
On the young and fair from the world embower'dR2
The sun looked not on them in that sweet shadeR2
The winds amid scented boughs were laidR2
And there came by fits thro' some wavy treeS2
A sound and a gleam of the moaning seaS2
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Hush be still was that no moreL
Than the murmur from the shoreL
Silence did thick rain drops beatR2
On the grass like trampling feetR2
Fling down the goblet and draw the swordR2
The groves are fill'd with a pirate hordeR2
Thro' the dim olives their sabres shineV
Now must the red blood stream for wineV
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The youths from the banquet to battle sprangT2
The woods with the shriek of the maidens rangT2
Under the golden fruited boughsD
There were flashing poniards and dark'ning browsD
Footsteps o'er garland and lyre that fledR2
And the dying soon on a greensward bedR2
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Eudora Eudora thou dost not flyJ
She saw but Ianthis before her lieJ
With the blood from his breast in a gushing flowF2
Like a child's large tears in its hour of woF2
And a gathering film in his lifted eyeJ
That sought his young bride out mournfullyF2
She knelt down beside him her arms she woundR2
Like tendrils his drooping neck aroundR2
As if the passion of that fond graspU2
Might chain in life with its ivy claspU2
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But they tore her thence in her wild despairF
The sea's fierce rovers they left him thereF
They left to the fountain a dark red veinO
And on the wet violets a pile of slainO
And a hush of fear thro' the summer groveV2
So clos'd the triumph of youth and loveL2
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IIIM2
Gloomy lay the shore that nightR2
When the moon with sleeping lightR2
Bath'd each purple Sciote hillF2
Gloomy lay the shore and stillF2
O'er the wave no gay guitarW2
Sent its floating music farW2
No glad sound of dancing feetR2
Woke the starry hours to greetR2
But a voice of mortal woF2
In its changes wild or lowF2
Thro' the midnight's blue reposeD
From the sea beat rocks aroseD
As Eudora's mother stoodR2
Gazing o'er th' Egean floodR2
With a fix'd and straining eyeJ
Oh was the spoilers' vessel nighJ
Yes there becalm'd in silent sleepY
Dark and alone on a breathless deepY
On a sea of molten silver darkX2
Brooding it frown'd that evil barkX2
There its broad pennon a shadow castR2
Moveless and black from the tall still mastR2
And the heavy sound of its flapping sailF2
Idly and vainly wooed the galeF2
Hush'd was all else Had ocean's breastR2
Rock'd e'en Eudora that hour to restR2
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To rest the waves tremble what piercing cryJ
Bursts from the heart of the ship on highJ
What light through the heavens in a sudden spireI2
Shoots from the deck up Fire 'tis fireB2
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There are wild forms hurrying to and froF2
Seen darkly clear on that lurid glowF2
There are shout and signal gun and callF2
And the dashing of water but fruitless allF2
Man may not fetter nor ocean tameY2
The might and wrath of the rushing flameY2
It hath twined the mast like a glittering snakeZ2
That coils up a tree from a dusky brakeZ2
It hath touch'd the sails and their canvass rollsD
Away from its breath into shrivell'd scrollsD
ItR2

Felicia Dorothea Hemans



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