Felitsa Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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God like TsarevnaA
Of the Kirgiz Kaisatskii hordeB
Whose wisdom matchlessC
Opened the true pathD
To young Prince KhlorE
To go up on that high peakF
Where the rose without thorns growsC
Where virtue dwellsC
It takes my spirit and mind prisonerE
Tell me how to find itG
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Tell me FelitsaC
How to live opulently yet justlyH
How to subdue the storm of passionsC
And be happy in the worldI
Your voice wakes meH
Your son sends meH
But to follow them I am too weakF
Disturbed by everyday triflesC
Today I control myselfJ
But tomorrow am slave to desiresC
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Not emulating your courtiersC
You often go on footK
And the most simple foodL
Is on your tableM
Inexpensive is your restN
You read you write before the candleM
And to all mortals from your penA
Bliss flowsC
Just so at cards you do not playO
Like me from morning to morningP
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You do not much like masqueradesC
And put not even a foot inside a clubQ
Guarding your habits and customsC
You do not act as a Don QuixoteH
The horse of Parnassus you do not saddleM
To spirits in s ances you do not goR
You do not go from your throne to the EastS
But walking on the path of meeknessC
With gracious soulT
You spend a stream of useful daysC
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But I having slept until noonA
Smoke tobacco and drink coffeeH
Changing into holidays weekdaysC
I wander in the chimeras of my thoughtsC
Now booty from Persians I stealU
Now arrows at Turks I sendV
Now having dreamt that I am the sultanA
The universe I terrorize with a glanceC
Now suddenly captivated by an outfitG
I ride to the tailor for a caftanA
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Or I am at a sumptuous feastS
Where a celebration for me is givenA
Where shines the table with silver and goldW
Where there are thousands of varied dishesC
There the famed Westphalian hamX
There links of Astrakhan fishY
There pilaf and pies sitG
With champagne I wash down wafflesC
And everything on the earth forgetZ
Among wines sweets and aromasC
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Or in a beautiful little groveA2
In a summerhouse where a fountain speaksC
With the sounds of a sweet voiced harpB2
Where a little wind barely breathesC
Where everything presents me luxuryH
To pleasures my thoughts enticesC
Soothes and wakens my bloodC2
Resting on a velvet divanA
A young girl s tender feelingsC
I pour into her heart loveD2
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Or with a splendid tandemE2
In an English carriage goldenA
With a dog a fool or friendV
Or with such a beautyH
I drive under the swingsC
At pubs to drink mead I stopF2
Or when it somehow bores meH
Due to my inclination for changeG2
With my hat at a jaunty angleM
I fly on a fast steedH2
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Or with music and singersC
With organ and bagpipesC
Or with fist fightersC
And the dance I delight my soulT
Or all matters of careE
Leaving behind I go out huntingP
And amuse myself with the howls of dogsC
Or over Neva banksC
I amuse myself by night with hornsC
And the rowing of agile oarsmenA
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Or sitting at home I horse aroundI2
Playing Fool with my wifeJ2
Now with her I climb to the dove coteK2
Now at Blind Man's Bluff we frolic away the timeL2
Now we amuse ourselves at svaikaP
NowA
Now I love to delve into booksC
My mind and heart I enlightenA
Polkan and Bova I readM2
Over the Bible yawning I sleepN2
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In such ways Felitsa I am dissoluteM2
But all society resembles meH
However much one is known for wisdomE2
But all men are liarsC
We do not walk on paths of lightM2
We run after dreams of depravityH
Between the Indolent and the CholericP
Between vanity and viceC
One finds only by chanceC
The path to pure virtueM2
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It is found but how may we not blunderE
We weak mortals on that pathD
Where reason itself stumblesC
And must go after passionsC
Where learned ignoramusesC
Like mist does to travellers darken our mindsC
Everywhere temptations and flattery liveO2
All pashas luxury oppressesC
Where does virtue liveO2
Where does the rose without thorns growR
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To you alone is it properE
Tsarevna to create light out of darknessC
Dividing Chaos into harmonious spheresC
With a union of wholeness to strenghten themP2
From discord agreementM2
And from violent passion happinessC
You may alone createM2
Like a sailor sailing across the seaC
Catching under the sail a raging windM2
Is able to guide his shipQ2
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Only you do not offendM2
Do not insult anyoneA
Stupidity through your fingers you seeC
But do not allow evilM
Miscreants you right with leniencyC
You do not stifle people like a wolf does a sheepN2
You know their proper worthR2
They are subject to the will of TsarsC
But to the judgment of God even moreE
Living in their lawsC
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You soundly think of meritsC
To the worthy you give out honorE
A prophet you do not considerE
He who may onlyweave rhymesC
And for such amusement of the mindM2
Honor and praise to good caliphsC
You are tolerant of the lyric keyC
Poetry is pleasing to youM2
Acceptable sweet usefulM
Like in summer a tasty lemonadeM2
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Rumor passes of your actsC
That you are not the least bit proudM2
Kindly both in business and in funA
Pleasant in friendship and firmS2
That you are indifferent to misfortuneA
And in glory so magnanimousC
That you refused to be called WiseC
They also say truthfullyC
That it is always possibleM
To tell you the truthT2
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Such unheard of mattersC
Are only worthy of youM2
That you boldly allow the peopleM
Of all aloud or in secretM2
Both to know and to thinkP
And of yourself you do not forbidM2
Truth and untruth to be saidM2
That you the very crocodilesC
The Zoiluses of all your merciesC
Always are prone to forgiveU2
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Pleasant rivers of tears flowR
From the depths of my soulT
O how happy people whoM2
Must be there with their fateM2
Where a meek angel a peaceful angelM
Clad in porphyry lightnessC
Holds the sceptre sent down from heavenA
There it is possible to whisper in conversationsC
And not fearing punishment at dinnerE
To the health of the Tsar not drinkP
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There it is possibleM
To erase Felitsa's nameV2
Or her portrait carelesslyC
Drop on the groundM2
There joke weddings they do not celebrateM2
They do not steam people in icy bathsC
They do not pull at the moustaches of the belle mondeM2
Princes do not cackle like hensC
Favorites do not laugh at themP2
And smear their faces with sootM2
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You know Felitsa the rightsC
Of both men and tsarsC
When you enlighten mannersC
You do not make fools of menA
In your moments of rest from workP
You write in tales to instructM2
And teach the alphabet to KhlorE
quot Do nothing badM2
And the most evil satiristM2
You will make a hated liar quotM2
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You are ashamed to be called GreatM2
To be terrible unlovedM2
Only to a wild she bear is it becomingP
To tear animals and drink their bloodM2
Without the misery of extreme feverE
Need one have recourse to the lancetM2
When one may get along without itM2
And is it glorious to be a tyrantM2
A great Tamerlane in crueltyM2
For one great in goodness like GodM2
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Felitsa's glory is the glory of GodM2
Who pacified battlesC
Who orphans and the needyM2
Sheltered clothed and fedM2
Who with radiant eyeW2
To jokers cowards the ungratefulM
And the just gives its lightM2
Equally enlightens all mortalsC
Calms and cures the sickP
And does good for good's sake aloneA
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Who gave freedomE2
To travel to other landsC
Allowed its peopleM
To search for solver and goldM2
Who opens the watersC
And does not forbid the cutting of woodsC
Who orders to weave and knit and sewC
Freeing the mind and handsC
Orders to love trade the sciencesC
And to find happiness at homeX2
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Whose law and right handM2
Give both mercy and justiceC
Announce most wise FelitsaC
Where the villian is separated from the honestM2
Where age does not wander through the worldM2
Merit finds its breadM2
Where revenge does not drive anyoneA
Where conscience dwells with truthT2
Where virtue shinesC
Truly at your throneA
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But where does your throne shine in the worldM2
Where heavenly branch do you flowerE
In Bagdad Smyrna KashmirE
Listen wherever you liveO2
My praisC

Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin



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