From -odi Barbareâ? Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDE FEGE HIED JKDL MNOO BEFO AEIPO IEBB QBIA OROE SBOB FIBO AIORF EEEE ECBT AIID EEEI EUEI AEOOV EIOB BAWE BEOW CWEA EOEB| XXIV | A |
| What is far hence led to the den of making | B |
| Moves unlike wildfire not so simple happy | C |
| Ploughman hammers ploughshare his durum dentem | D |
| Digging the Georgics | E |
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| Vision loads landscape lauds Idoto Mater | F |
| Bearing up sacrally so graced with bodies | E |
| Voids the challenge how far from Igboland great | G |
| Stallioned Argos | E |
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| Vehemencies minus the ripe arraignment | H |
| Clapper this art taken to heart the fiction | I |
| What are those harsh cryings astrew the marshes | E |
| Weep not to hear them | D |
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| Accolades Muses dithyrambics far fraught | J |
| Borrowed labour ashen with sullen harrow | K |
| Cruel past that Sidney and vesperal Tom | D |
| Campion courted | L |
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| Put to claim not otherwise vowed the era | M |
| What else here goes I am no Igbo wit well | N |
| Versed in Virgil Pindar Euripides child | O |
| Hallowed Idoto | O |
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| Revelation blessed in its unforthcoming | B |
| Closed with tempus aedificandi tempus | E |
| Destruendi bringing discharge of measure | F |
| Blasting the home straight | O |
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| XXV | A |
| Lovelace there come difficult times between us | E |
| Though in your place I cannot well imagine | I |
| Why I should not follow her chequered steps in | P |
| Out of the sunlight | O |
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| Candlelight here given the invocation | I |
| Starlit even whatever else is silence | E |
| Gratiana somewhere still she is dancing | B |
| Dancing and singing | B |
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| Singing not her heart out beyond the fable | Q |
| Grand carotid arteries self fulfilling | B |
| How the blood s tempered in its modulation | I |
| Balanced impulsive | A |
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| So are our storms trackered from solemn orbit | O |
| Turbulence granted our sequestered sphere now | R |
| Buffetted now spun on an awl now baffled | O |
| Wreathed in cloud garlands | E |
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| Masques do so challenge and compose to labour | S |
| Hers the masque like venture the scenes mechanic | B |
| Stars have held being since creation s fourth day | O |
| Turned to their music | B |
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| Noble her frame troubling the fame we yield her | F |
| All rites well done short of a consummation | I |
| Treading down nothingness to ever dealing | B |
| Maker unmonstrant | O |
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| XXVI | A |
| odz I ve been there done that the vanished children | I |
| Klezmer makes glad music at Lazarus gate | O |
| If as straggling voices the dead return now | R |
| They have our number | F |
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| Breathing hard we wrestled asbestos brake pads | E |
| Luminously radioactive watches | E |
| Fizzled green plaque riding elastic wrist bands | E |
| Glue smelt of peardrops | E |
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| Someone those taut days was predicting biros | E |
| Not my blubbered Jewish pal bright a bully | C |
| That we knew klezmer I much doubt the Wedding | B |
| Dance for the Old Men | T |
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| Time released me from him as I could not have | A |
| Many then had foresight but I was not one | I |
| Vital spinners counting there s no subtraction | I |
| Ever can oust them | D |
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| Odds are for pittance where redemption strands us | E |
| Debts of those long dead sparks of phantom brain cells | E |
| Who s to dance broyges tants the dance of anger s | E |
| Conciliation | I |
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| There is no known voice but a clarinet sounds | E |
| Almost human touting a melt to die for | U |
| Hurl of things fastbound the last known survivors | E |
| Wailed diminution | I |
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| XXVII | A |
| Breathe on my nesh eyes as upon a glass this | E |
| Something so exquisite I scarce can bear it | O |
| I do not think I ever could have borne it | O |
| If not for real | V |
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| Make estrangement all our desires that age so | E |
| Perfect empowerment the imperfection | I |
| How indemnify a degraded legend | O |
| Lost to computing | B |
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| Contumacious that I am and that now like | B |
| Poggio I too much enjoy invective | A |
| This for our good so what you saw me turned on | W |
| Mind if I stress this | E |
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| Breathe on my nesh eyes I am tired of sleeping | B |
| Largo ma non troppo affettuoso | E |
| Well becomes fierce Didone trionfante | O |
| Lyric oblation | W |
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| As fantastic here as in those odd films we | C |
| Watched albeit singly The Tales of Hoffmann | W |
| What we must be not to be worked with mirrors | E |
| Hives of perspective | A |
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| Could I have found you in a film by Oph ls | E |
| Silent resonances of glass configured | O |
| Had I but struck us off The Masque of Blackness | E |
| As it was playing | B |
Geoffrey Hill
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