The Satyr And My Muse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FGFG HIHI JKJK LHLH MFMF NONO PIPI FLFL GQGQ HHHH RSRS HTHT UVUV WFXF YQYQ| An aged satyr sought | A |
| Around my Muse to pass | B |
| Attempting to pay court | C |
| And eyed her fondly through his glass | B |
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| By Phoebus' golden torch | D |
| By Luna's pallid light | E |
| Around her temple's porch | D |
| Crept the unhappy sharp eared wight | E |
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| And warbled many a lay | F |
| Her beauty's praise to sing | G |
| And fiercely scraped away | F |
| On his discordant fiddle string | G |
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| With tears too swelled his eyes | H |
| As large as nuts or larger | I |
| He gasped forth heavy sighs | H |
| Like music from Silenus' charger | I |
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| The Muse sat still and played | J |
| Within her grotto fair | K |
| And peevishly surveyed | J |
| Signor Adonis Goatsfoot there | K |
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| Who ever would kiss thee | L |
| Thou ugly dirty dunce | H |
| Wouldst thou a gallant be | L |
| As Midas was Apollo once | H |
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| Speak out old horned boor | M |
| What charms canst thou display | F |
| Thou'rt swarthy as a Moor | M |
| And shaggy as a beast of prey | F |
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| I'm by a bard adored | N |
| In far Teutonia's land | O |
| To him who strikes the chord | N |
| I'm linked in firm and loving band | O |
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| She spoke and straightway fled | P |
| The spoiler he pursued her | I |
| And by his passion led | P |
| Soon caught her shouted and thus wooed her | I |
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| Thou prudish one stay stay | F |
| And hearken unto me | L |
| Thy poet I dare say | F |
| Repents the pledge he gave thee | L |
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| Behold this pretty thing | G |
| No merit would I claim | Q |
| Its weight I often fling | G |
| On many a clown's back to his shame | Q |
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| His sharpness it increases | H |
| And spices his discourse | H |
| Instilling learned theses | H |
| When mounted on his hobby horse | H |
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| The best of songs are known | R |
| Thanks to this heavy whip | S |
| Yet fool's blood 'tis alone | R |
| We see beneath its lashes drip | S |
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| This lash then shall be his | H |
| If thou'lt give me a smack | T |
| Then thou mayest hasten miss | H |
| Upon thy German sweetheart's track | T |
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| The Muse with purpose sly | U |
| Ere long agreed to yield | V |
| The satyr said good by | U |
| And now the lash I wield | V |
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| And I won't drop it here | W |
| Believe in what I say | F |
| The kisses of one's dear | X |
| One does not lightly throw away | F |
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| They kindle raptures sweet | Y |
| But fools ne'er know their flame | Q |
| The gentle Muse will kneel at honor's feet | Y |
| But cudgels those who mar her fame | Q |
Friedrich Schiller
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