To Goethe, On His Producing Voltaire's "mahomet" On The Stage Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Thou by whom freed from rules constrained and wrong	A
On truth and nature once again we're placed	B
Who in the cradle e'en a hero strong	A
Stiffest the serpents round our genius laced	B
Thou whom the godlike science has so long	A
With her unsullied sacred fillet graced	B
Dost thou on ruined altars sacrifice	C
To that false muse whom we no longer prize	D
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This theatre belongs to native art	E
No foreign idols worshipped here are seen	F
A laurel we can show with joyous heart	E
That on the German Pindus has grown green	F
The sciences' most holy hidden part	E
The German genius dares to enter e'en	G
And following the Briton and the Greek	H
A nobler glory now attempts to seek	H
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For yonder where slaves kneel and despots hold	I
The reins where spurious greatness lifts its head	J
Art has no power the noble there to mould	I
'Tis by no Louis that its seed is spread	J
From its own fulness it must needs unfold	I
By earthly majesty 'tis never fed	J
'Tis with truth only it can e'er unite	K
Its glow free spirits only e'er can light	K
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'Tis not to bind us in a worn out chain	L
Thou dost this play of olden time recall	M
'Tis not to seek to lead us back again	G
To days when thoughtless childhood ruled o'er all	M
It were in truth an idle risk and vain	L
Into the moving wheel of time to fall	M
The winged hours forever bear it on	N
The new arrives and lo the old has gone	O
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The narrow theatre is now more wide	P
Into its space a universe now steals	Q
In pompous words no longer is our pride	P
Nature we love when she her form reveals	Q
Fashion's false rules no more are deified	P
And as a man the hero acts and feels	Q
'Tis passion makes the notes of freedom sound	R
And 'tis in truth the beautiful is found	R
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Weak is the frame of Thespis' chariot fair	S
Resembling much the bark of Acheron	O
That carries naught but shades and forms of air	S
And if rude life should venture to press on	O
The fragile bark its weight no more can bear	S
For fleeting spirits it can hold alone	O
Appearance ne'er can reach reality	T
If nature be victorious art must fly	U
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For on the stage's boarded scaffold here	V
A world ideal opens to our eyes	D
Nothing is true and genuine save a tear	S
Emotion on no dream of sense relies	D
The real Melpomene is still sincere	W
Naught as a fable merely she supplies	D
By truth profound to charm us is her care	S
The false one truth pretends but to ensnare	S
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Now from the scene art threatens to retire	X
Her kingdom wild maintains still phantasy	D
The stage she like the world would set on fire	Y
The meanest and the noblest mingles she	T
The Frank alone 'tis art can now inspire	X
And yet her archetype can his ne'er be	T
In bounds unchangeable confining her	Y
He holds her fast and vainly would she stir	Y
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The stage to him is pure and undefiled	T
Chased from the regions that to her belong	A
Are Nature's tones so careless and so wild	T
To him e'en language rises into song	A
A realm harmonious 'tis of beauty mild	T
Where limb unites to limb in order strong	A
The whole into a solemn temple blends	D
And 'tis the dance that grace to motion lends	D
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And yet the Frank must not be made our guide	T
For in his art no living spirit reigns	D
The boasting gestures of a spurious pride	T
That mind which only loves the true disdains	D
To nobler ends alone be it applied	T
Returning like some soul's long vanished manes	D
To render the oft sullied stage once more	Z
A throne befitting the great muse of yore	Z

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To Goethe, On His Producing Voltaire's "mahomet" On The Stage Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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