The Cranes Of Ibycus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDEDE CCFFGHGH IIJJKLKL MMNNHBHO PPQQRSRT UUIHCECE VVHHOWOW HHXXYZCA2 B2C2AAD2BD2B E2E2F2F2G2D2G2D2 TTH2H2I2J2I2J2 K2K2RRL2IL2I M2M2VVN2O2P2O2 Q2Q2R2R2S2I2S2I2 T2T2R2R2I2I2I2I2 IIU2V2W2LW2L S2S2S2S2I2HI2H X2X2ICS2S2S2S2 S2S2S2S2HLHL CCLLS2LS2L S2S2LLS2S2S2S2 LLS2S2S2S2S2S2 Y2Y2HHI2HI2H| Once to the song and chariot fight | A |
| Where all the tribes of Greece unite | A |
| On Corinth's isthmus joyously | B |
| The god loved Ibycus drew nigh | C |
| On him Apollo had bestowed | D |
| The gift of song and strains inspired | E |
| So with light staff he took his road | D |
| From Rhegium by the godhead fired | E |
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| Acrocorinth on mountain high | C |
| Now burns upon the wanderer's eye | C |
| And he begins with pious dread | F |
| Poseidon's grove of firs to tread | F |
| Naught moves around him save a swarm | G |
| Of cranes who guide him on his way | H |
| Who from far southern regions warm | G |
| Have hither come in squadron gray | H |
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| Thou friendly band all hail to thee | I |
| Who led'st me safely o'er the sea | I |
| I deem thee as a favoring sign | J |
| My destiny resembles thine | J |
| Both come from a far distant coast | K |
| Both pray for some kind sheltering place | L |
| Propitious toward us be the host | K |
| Who from the stranger wards disgrace | L |
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| And on he hastes in joyous wood | M |
| And reaches soon the middle wood | M |
| When on a narrow bridge by force | N |
| Two murderers sudden bar his course | N |
| He must prepare him for the fray | H |
| But soon his wearied hand sinks low | B |
| Inured the gentle lyre to play | H |
| It ne'er has strung the deadly bow | O |
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| On gods and men for aid he cries | P |
| No savior to his prayer replies | P |
| However far his voice he sends | Q |
| Naught living to his cry attends | Q |
| And must I in a foreign land | R |
| Unwept deserted perish here | S |
| Falling beneath a murderous hand | R |
| Where no avenger can appear | T |
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| Deep wounded down he sinks at last | U |
| When lo the cranes' wings rustle past | U |
| He hears though he no more can see | I |
| Their voices screaming fearfully | H |
| By you ye cranes that soar on high | C |
| If not another voice is heard | E |
| Be borne to heaven my murder cry | C |
| He speaks and dies too with the word | E |
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| The naked corpse ere long is found | V |
| And though defaced by many a wound | V |
| His host in Corinth soon could tell | H |
| The features that he loved so well | H |
| And is it thus I find thee now | O |
| Who hoped the pine's victorious crown | W |
| To place upon the singer's brow | O |
| Illumined by his bright renown | W |
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| The news is heard with grief by all | H |
| Met at Poseidon's festival | H |
| All Greece is conscious of the smart | X |
| He leaves a void in every heart | X |
| And to the Prytanis swift hie | Y |
| The people and they urge him on | Z |
| The dead man's manes to pacify | C |
| And with the murderer's blood atone | A2 |
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| But where's the trace that from the throng | B2 |
| The people's streaming crowds among | C2 |
| Allured there by the sports so bright | A |
| Can bring the villain back to light | A |
| By craven robbers was he slain | D2 |
| Or by some envious hidden foe | B |
| That Helios only can explain | D2 |
| Whose rays illume all things below | B |
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| Perchance with shameless step and proud | E2 |
| He threads e'en now the Grecian crowd | E2 |
| Whilst vengeance follows in pursuit | F2 |
| Gloats over his transgression's fruit | F2 |
| The very gods perchance he braves | G2 |
| Upon the threshold of their fane | D2 |
| Joins boldly in the human waves | G2 |
| That haste yon theatre to gain | D2 |
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| For there the Grecian tribes appear | T |
| Fast pouring in from far and near | T |
| On close packed benches sit they there | H2 |
| The stage the weight can scarcely bear | H2 |
| Like ocean billows' hollow roar | I2 |
| The teaming crowds of living man | J2 |
| Toward the cerulean heavens upsoar | I2 |
| In bow of ever widening span | J2 |
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| Who knows the nation who the name | K2 |
| Of all who there together came | K2 |
| From Theseus' town from Aulis' strand | R |
| From Phocis from the Spartan land | R |
| From Asia's distant coast they wend | L2 |
| From every island of the sea | I |
| And from the stage they hear ascend | L2 |
| The chorus's dread melody | I |
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| Who sad and solemn as of old | M2 |
| With footsteps measured and controlled | M2 |
| Advancing from the far background | V |
| Circle the theatre's wide round | V |
| Thus mortal women never move | N2 |
| No mortal home to them gave birth | O2 |
| Their giant bodies tower above | P2 |
| High o'er the puny sons of earth | O2 |
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| With loins in mantle black concealed | Q2 |
| Within their fleshless bands they wield | Q2 |
| The torch that with a dull red glows | R2 |
| While in their cheek no life blood flows | R2 |
| And where the hair is floating wide | S2 |
| And loving round a mortal brow | I2 |
| Here snakes and adders are descried | S2 |
| Whose bellies swell with poison now | I2 |
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| And standing in a fearful ring | T2 |
| The dread and solemn chant they sing | T2 |
| That through the bosom thrilling goes | R2 |
| And round the sinner fetters throws | R2 |
| Sense robbing of heart maddening power | I2 |
| The furies' strains resound through air | I2 |
| The listener's marrow they devour | I2 |
| The lyre can yield such numbers ne'er | I2 |
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| Happy the man who blemish free | I |
| Preserves a soul of purity | I |
| Near him we ne'er avenging come | U2 |
| He freely o'er life's path may roam | V2 |
| But woe to him who hid from view | W2 |
| Hath done the deed of murder base | L |
| Upon his heels we close pursue | W2 |
| We who belong to night's dark race | L |
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| And if he thinks to 'scape by flight | S2 |
| Winged we appear our snare of might | S2 |
| Around his flying feet to cast | S2 |
| So that he needs must fall at last | S2 |
| Thus we pursue him tiring ne'er | I2 |
| Our wrath repentance cannot quell | H |
| On to the shadows and e'en there | I2 |
| We leave him not in peace to dwell | H |
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| Thus singing they the dance resume | X2 |
| And silence like that of the tomb | X2 |
| O'er the whole house lies heavily | I |
| As if the deity were nigh | C |
| And staid and solemn as of old | S2 |
| Circling the theatre's wide round | S2 |
| With footsteps measured and controlled | S2 |
| They vanish in the far background | S2 |
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| Between deceit and truth each breast | S2 |
| Now doubting hangs by awe possessed | S2 |
| And homage pays to that dread might | S2 |
| That judges what is hid from sight | S2 |
| That fathomless inscrutable | H |
| The gloomy skein of fate entwines | L |
| That reads the bosom's depths full well | H |
| Yet flies away where sunlight shines | L |
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| When sudden from the tier most high | C |
| A voice is heard by all to cry | C |
| See there see there Timotheus | L |
| Behold the cranes of Ibycus | L |
| The heavens become as black as night | S2 |
| And o'er the theatre they see | L |
| Far over head a dusky flight | S2 |
| Of cranes approaching hastily | L |
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| Of Ibycus That name so blest | S2 |
| With new born sorrow fills each breast | S2 |
| As waves on waves in ocean rise | L |
| From mouth to mouth it swiftly flies | L |
| Of Ibycus whom we lament | S2 |
| Who fell beneath the murderer's hand | S2 |
| What mean those words that from him went | S2 |
| What means this cranes' advancing band | S2 |
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| And louder still become the cries | L |
| And soon this thought foreboding flies | L |
| Through every heart with speed of light | S2 |
| Observe in this the furies' might | S2 |
| The poets manes are now appeased | S2 |
| The murderer seeks his own arrest | S2 |
| Let him who spoke the word be seized | S2 |
| And him to whom it was addressed | S2 |
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| That word he had no sooner spoke | Y2 |
| Than he its sound would fain invoke | Y2 |
| In vain his mouth with terror pale | H |
| Tells of his guilt the fearful tale | H |
| Before the judge they drag them now | I2 |
| The scene becomes the tribunal | H |
| Their crimes the villains both avow | I2 |
| When neath the vengeance stroke they fall | H |
Friedrich Schiller
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