Apostrophe To The Ocean Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCCECEEDFGFGGHGHH DDDDDDIDIIDDJDJJCJKL DMIMIININNDOPOOOHOHH AQMQMMRMRS

CLXXVIIIA
There is a pleasure in the pathless woodsB
There is a rapture on the lonely shoreC
There is society where none intrudesD
By the deep Sea and music in its roarC
I love not Man the less but Nature moreC
From these our interviews in which I stealE
From all I may be or have been beforeC
To mingle with the Universe and feelE
What I can ne'er express yet cannot all concealE
CLXXIXD
Roll on thou deep and dark blue Ocean rollF
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vainG
Man marks the earth with ruin his controlF
Stops with the shore upon the watery plainG
The wrecks are all thy deed nor doth remainG
A shadow of man's ravage save his ownH
When for a moment like a drop of rainG
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groanH
Without a grave unknelled uncoffined and unknownH
CLXXXD
His steps are not upon thy paths thy fieldsD
Are not a spoil for him thou dost ariseD
And shake him from thee the vile strength he wieldsD
For earth's destruction thou dost all despiseD
Spurning him from thy bosom to the skiesD
And send'st him shivering in thy playful sprayI
And howling to his gods where haply liesD
His petty hope in some near port or bayI
And dashest him again to earth there let him layI
CLXXXID
The armaments which thunderstrike the wallsD
Of rock built cities bidding nations quakeJ
And monarchs tremble in their capitalsD
The oak leviathans whose huge ribs makeJ
Their clay creator the vain title takeJ
Of lord of thee and arbiter of warC
These are thy toys and as the snowy flakeJ
They melt into thy yeast of waves which marK
Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of TrafalgarL
CLXXXIID
Thy shores are empires changed in all save theeM
Assyria Greece Rome Carthage what are theyI
Thy waters washed them power while they were freeM
And many a tyrant since their shores obeyI
The stranger slave or savage their decayI
Has dried up realms to deserts not so thouN
Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' playI
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure browN
Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest nowN
CLXXXIIID
Thou glorious mirror where the Almighty's formO
Glasses itself in tempests in all timeP
Calm or convulsed in breeze or gale or stormO
Icing the pole or in the torrid climeO
Dark heaving boundless endless and sublimeO
The image of Eternity the throneH
Of the Invisible even from out thy slimeO
The monsters of the deep are made each zoneH
Obeys thee thou goest forth dread fathomless aloneH
CLXXXIVA
And I have loved thee Ocean and my joyQ
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to beM
Borne like thy bubbles onward from a boyQ
I wantoned with thy breakers they to meM
Were a delight and if the freshening seaM
Made them a terror 'twas a pleasing fearR
For I was as it were a child of theeM
And trusted to thy billows far and nearR
And laid my hand upon thy mane as I do hereS

George Gordon Byron



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