To Laura In Death. Canzone Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDCEEFGFGHIIHJJ KLKLLMNMOPQQPAA REREEASASTUUTVV WAWAAEGEGXYYXZZ A2EA2EEB2RB2RC2D2D2C 2E2E2 XKXKKF2QF2QG2VVG2H2H 2 I2J2I2J2J2K2L2K2L2C2 M2LC2GG N2O2N2O2EEAA A| Tacer non posso e temo non adopre | A |
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| HE RECALLS HER MANY GRACES | B |
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| Fain would I speak too long has silence seal'd | C |
| Lips that would gladly with my full heart move | D |
| With one consent and yield | C |
| Homage to her who listens from above | E |
| Yet how can I without thy prompting Love | E |
| With mortal words e'er equal things divine | F |
| And picture faithfully | G |
| The high humility whose chosen shrine | F |
| Was that fair prison whence she now is free | G |
| Which held erewhile her gentle spirit when | H |
| So in my conscious heart her power began | I |
| That instantly I ran | I |
| Alike o' th' year and me 'twas April then | H |
| From these gay meadows round sweet flowers to bind | J |
| Hoping rich pleasure at her eyes to find | J |
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| The walls were alabaster the roof gold | K |
| Ivory the doors the sapphire windows lent | L |
| Whence on my heart of old | K |
| Its earliest sigh as shall my last was sent | L |
| In arrowy jets of fire thence came and went | L |
| Arm'd messengers of love whereof to think | M |
| As then they were with awe | N |
| Though now for them with laurel crown'd I shrink | M |
| Of one rare diamond square without a flaw | O |
| High in the midst a stately throne was placed | P |
| Where sat the lovely lady all alone | Q |
| In front a column shone | Q |
| Of crystal and thereon each thought was traced | P |
| In characters so clear and quick and true | A |
| By turns it gladden'd me and grieved to view | A |
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| To weapons such as these sharp burning bright | R |
| To the green glorious banner waved above | E |
| 'Gainst which would fail in fight | R |
| Mars Polypheme Apollo mighty Jove | E |
| While still my sorrow fresh and verdant throve | E |
| I stood defenceless doom'd her easy prey | A |
| She led me as she chose | S |
| Whence to escape I knew nor art nor way | A |
| But as a friend who haply grieves yet goes | S |
| Sees something still to lure his eyes and heart | T |
| Just so on her for whom I am in thrall | U |
| Sole perfect work of all | U |
| That graced her age unable to depart | T |
| With such desire my rapt regards I set | V |
| As soon myself and misery to forget | V |
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| On earth myself my heart in Eden dwelt | W |
| Lost in sweet Lethe every other care | A |
| As my live frame I felt | W |
| To marble turn watching that wonder rare | A |
| When old in years but youthful still in air | A |
| A lady briefly quietly drew nigh | E |
| And thus beholding me | G |
| With reverent aspect and admiring eye | E |
| Kind offer made my counsellor to be | G |
| My power she said is more than mortals know | X |
| Lighter than air I in an instant make | Y |
| Their hearts exult or ache | Y |
| I loose and bind whate'er is seen below | X |
| Thine eyes upon that sun as eagles' bend | Z |
| But to my words with willing ears attend | Z |
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| The day when she was born the stars that win | A2 |
| Prosperity for man shone bright above | E |
| Their high glad homes within | A2 |
| Each on the other smiled with gratulant love | E |
| Fair Venus and with gentle aspect Jove | E |
| The beautiful and lordly mansions held | B2 |
| Seem'd as each adverse light | R |
| Throughout all heaven was darken'd and dispell'd | B2 |
| The sun ne'er look'd upon a day so bright | R |
| The air and earth rejoiced the waves had rest | C2 |
| By lake and river and o'er ocean green | D2 |
| 'Mid the enchanting scene | D2 |
| One distant cloud alone my thought distress'd | C2 |
| Lest sometime it might be of tears the source | E2 |
| Unless kind Heaven should elsewhere turn its course | E2 |
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| When first she enter'd on this life below | X |
| Which to say sooth not worthy was to hold | K |
| 'Twas strange to see her so | X |
| Angelical and dear in baby mould | K |
| A snowy pearl she seem'd in finest gold | K |
| Next as she crawl'd or totter'd with short pace | F2 |
| Wood water earth and stone | Q |
| Grew green and clear and soft with livelier grace | F2 |
| The sward beneath her feet and fingers shone | Q |
| With flowers the champain to her bright eyes smiled | G2 |
| At her sweet voice babbling through lips that yet | V |
| From Love's own fount were wet | V |
| The hoarse wind silent grew the tempest mild | G2 |
| Thus clearly showing to the dull blind world | H2 |
| How much in her was heaven's own light unfurl'd | H2 |
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| At length her life's third flowery epoch won | I2 |
| She year by year so grew in charms and worth | J2 |
| That ne'er methinks the sun | I2 |
| Such gracefulness and beauty saw on earth | J2 |
| Her eyes so full of modesty and mirth | J2 |
| Music and welcome on her words so hung | K2 |
| That mute in her high praise | L2 |
| Which thine alone may sound is every tongue | K2 |
| So bright her countenance with heavenly rays | L2 |
| Not long thy dazzled vision there may rest | C2 |
| From this her fair and fleshly tenement | M2 |
| Such fire through thine is sent | L |
| Though gentler never kindled human breast | C2 |
| That yet I fear her sudden flight may be | G |
| Too soon the cause of bitter grief to thee | G |
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| This said she turn'd her to the rapid wheel | N2 |
| Whereon she winds of mortal life the thread | O2 |
| Too true did she reveal | N2 |
| The doom of woe which darken'd o'er my head | O2 |
| A few brief years flew by | E |
| When she for whom I so desire to die | E |
| By black and pitiless Death who could not slay | A |
| A fairer form than hers was snatch'd away | A |
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| MACGREGOR | A |
Francesco Petrarca (petrarch)
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