The Gods Of Greece Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCDEDF GHGHIJAJ KLKLMNMN MOMOOPOP MPMPPPPP EPEPQRSR PPPPMQMQ STTTOPOP UFUFOMOM VTJTPWPW WXWXMMMM TWTWYMYM PEPEWWWW WMWMWWWW ZMZMPWPW PMPMA2FA2F| Ye in the age gone by | A |
| Who ruled the world a world how lovely then | B |
| And guided still the steps of happy men | B |
| In the light leading strings of careless joy | C |
| Ah flourished then your service of delight | D |
| How different oh how different in the day | E |
| When thy sweet fanes with many a wreath were bright | D |
| O Venus Amathusia | F |
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| Then through a veil of dreams | G |
| Woven by song truth's youthful beauty glowed | H |
| And life's redundant and rejoicing streams | G |
| Gave to the soulless soul where'r they flowed | H |
| Man gifted nature with divinity | I |
| To lift and link her to the breast of love | J |
| All things betrayed to the initiate eye | A |
| The track of gods above | J |
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| Where lifeless fixed afar | K |
| A flaming ball to our dull sense is given | L |
| Phoebus Apollo in his golden car | K |
| In silent glory swept the fields of heaven | L |
| On yonder hill the Oread was adored | M |
| In yonder tree the Dryad held her home | N |
| And from her urn the gentle Naiad poured | M |
| The wavelet's silver foam | N |
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| Yon bay chaste Daphne wreathed | M |
| Yon stone was mournful Niobe's mute cell | O |
| Low through yon sedges pastoral Syrinx breathed | M |
| And through those groves wailed the sweet Philomel | O |
| The tears of Ceres swelled in yonder rill | O |
| Tears shed for Proserpine to Hades borne | P |
| And for her lost Adonis yonder hill | O |
| Heard Cytherea mourn | P |
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| Heaven's shapes were charmed unto | M |
| The mortal race of old Deucalion | P |
| Pyrrha's fair daughter humanly to woo | M |
| Came down in shepherd guise Latona's son | P |
| Between men heroes gods harmonious then | P |
| Love wove sweet links and sympathies divine | P |
| Blest Amathusia heroes gods and men | P |
| Equals before thy shrine | P |
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| Not to that culture gay | E |
| Stern self denial or sharp penance wan | P |
| Well might each heart be happy in that day | E |
| For gods the happy ones were kin to man | P |
| The beautiful alone the holy there | Q |
| No pleasure shamed the gods of that young race | R |
| So that the chaste Camoenae favoring were | S |
| And the subduing grace | R |
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| A palace every shrine | P |
| Your sports heroic yours the crown | P |
| Of contests hallowed to a power divine | P |
| As rushed the chariots thundering to renown | P |
| Fair round the altar where the incense breathed | M |
| Moved your melodious dance inspired and fair | Q |
| Above victorious brows the garland wreathed | M |
| Sweet leaves round odorous hair | Q |
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| The lively Thyrsus swinger | S |
| And the wild car the exulting panthers bore | T |
| Announced the presence of the rapture bringer | T |
| Bounded the Satyr and blithe Faun before | T |
| And Maenads as the frenzy stung the soul | O |
| Hymned in their maddening dance the glorious wine | P |
| As ever beckoned to the lusty bowl | O |
| The ruddy host divine | P |
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| Before the bed of death | U |
| No ghastly spectre stood but from the porch | F |
| Of life the lip one kiss inhaled the breath | U |
| And the mute graceful genius lowered a torch | F |
| The judgment balance of the realms below | O |
| A judge himself of mortal lineage held | M |
| The very furies at the Thracian's woe | O |
| Were moved and music spelled | M |
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| In the Elysian grove | V |
| The shades renewed the pleasures life held dear | T |
| The faithful spouse rejoined remembered love | J |
| And rushed along the meads the charioteer | T |
| There Linus poured the old accustomed strain | P |
| Admetus there Alcestis still could greet his | W |
| Friend there once more Orestes could regain | P |
| His arrows Philoctetes | W |
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| More glorious than the meeds | W |
| That in their strife with labor nerved the brave | X |
| To the great doer of renowned deeds | W |
| The Hebe and the heaven the Thunderer gave | X |
| Before the rescued rescuer of the dead | M |
| Bowed down the silent and immortal host | M |
| And the twain stars their guiding lustre shed | M |
| On the bark tempest tossed | M |
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| Art thou fair world no more | T |
| Return thou virgin bloom on Nature's face | W |
| Ah only on the minstrel's magic shore | T |
| Can we the footstep of sweet fable trace | W |
| The meadows mourn for the old hallowing life | Y |
| Vainly we search the earth of gods bereft | M |
| Where once the warm and living shapes were rife | Y |
| Shadows alone are left | M |
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| Cold from the north has gone | P |
| Over the flowers the blast that killed their May | E |
| And to enrich the worship of the one | P |
| A universe of gods must pass away | E |
| Mourning I search on yonder starry steeps | W |
| But thee no more Selene there I see | W |
| And through the woods I call and o'er the deeps | W |
| And Echo answers me | W |
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| Deaf to the joys she gives | W |
| Blind to the pomp of which she is possessed | M |
| Unconscious of the spiritual power that lives | W |
| Around and rules her by our bliss unblessed | M |
| Dull to the art that colors or creates | W |
| Like the dead timepiece godless nature creeps | W |
| Her plodding round and by the leaden weights | W |
| The slavish motion keeps | W |
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| To morrow to receive | Z |
| New life she digs her proper grave to day | M |
| And icy moons with weary sameness weave | Z |
| From their own light their fulness and decay | M |
| Home to the poet's land the gods are flown | P |
| Light use in them that later world discerns | W |
| Which the diviner leading strings outgrown | P |
| On its own axle turns | W |
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| Home and with them are gone | P |
| The hues they gazed on and the tones they heard | M |
| Life's beauty and life's melody alone | P |
| Broods o'er the desolate void the lifeless word | M |
| Yet rescued from time's deluge still they throng | A2 |
| Unseen the Pindus they were wont to cherish | F |
| All that which gains immortal life in song | A2 |
| To mortal life must perish | F |
Friedrich Schiller
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