Sestina Vii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A A BCADEF FBECDA AFDBCE EACFBD DEBAFC CDFEAB CDF G HIJJJJ KLKMNN FOFOPP AOAOJJ QARASS APAPAA MTMTPP A

Non ha tanti animali il mar fra l' ondeA
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HE DESPAIRS OF ESCAPE FROM THE TORMENTS BY WHICH HE IS SURROUNDEDA
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Nor Ocean holds such swarms amid his wavesB
Not overhead where circles the pale moonC
Were stars so numerous ever seen by nightA
Nor dwell so many birds among the woodsD
Nor plants so many clothe the field or hillE
As holds my tost heart busy thoughts each eveF
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Each day I hope that this my latest eveF
Shall part from my quick clay the sad salt wavesB
And leave me in last sleep on some cold hillE
So many torments man beneath the moonC
Ne'er bore as I have borne this know the woodsD
Through which I wander lonely day and nightA
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For never have I had a tranquil nightA
But ceaseless sighs instead from morn till eveF
Since love first made me tenant of the woodsD
The sea ere I can rest shall lose his wavesB
The sun his light shall borrow from the moonC
And April flowers be blasted o'er each hillE
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Thus to myself a prey from hill to hillE
Pensive by day I roam and weep at nightA
No one state mine but changeful as the moonC
And when I see approaching the brown eveF
Sighs from my bosom from my eyes fall wavesB
The herbs to moisten and to move the woodsD
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Hostile the cities friendly are the woodsD
To thoughts like mine which on this lofty hillE
Mingle their murmur with the moaning wavesB
Through the sweet silence of the spangled nightA
So that the livelong day I wait the eveF
When the sun sets and rises the fair moonC
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Would like Endymion 'neath the enamour'd moonC
That slumbering I were laid in leafy woodsD
And that ere vesper she who makes my eveF
With Love and Luna on that favour'd hillE
Alone would come and stay but one sweet nightA
While stood the sun nor sought his western wavesB
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Upon the hard waves 'neath the beaming moonC
Song that art born of night amid the woodsD
Thou shalt a rich hill see to morrow eveF
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MACGREGORG
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Count the ocean's finny drovesH
Count the twinkling host of starsI
Round the night's pale orb that movesJ
Count the groves' wing'd choristersJ
Count each verdant blade that growsJ
Counted then will be my woesJ
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When shall these eyes cease to weepK
When shall this world wearied frameL
Cover'd by the cold sod sleepK
Sure beneath yon planet's beamM
None like me have made such moanN
This to every bower is knownN
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Sad my nights from morn till eveF
Tenanting the woods I sighO
But ere I shall cease to grieveF
Ocean's vast bed shall be dryO
Suns their light from moons shall gainP
And spring wither on each plainP
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Pensive weeping night and dayA
From this shore to that I flyO
Changeful as the lunar rayA
And when evening veils the skyO
Then my tears might swell the floodsJ
Then my sighs might bow the woodsJ
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Towns I hate the shades I loveQ
For relief to yon green heightA
Where the rill resounds I roveR
At the grateful calm of nightA
There I wait the day's declineS
For the welcome moon to shineS
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Oh that in some lone retreatA
Like Endymion I were lainP
And that she who rules my fateA
There one night to stay would deignP
Never from his billowy bedA
More might Phoebus lift his headA
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Song that on the wood hung streamM
In the silent hour wert bornT
Witness'd but by Cynthia's beamM
Soon as breaks to morrow's mornT
Thou shalt seek a glorious plainP
There with Laura to remainP
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DACREA

Francesco Petrarca (petrarch)



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