Don Juan: Canto The Fourth Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Nothing so difficult as a beginning	A
In poesy unless perhaps the end	B
For oftentimes when Pegasus seems winning	A
The race he sprains a wing and down we tend	B
Like Lucifer when hurl'd from heaven for sinning	A
Our sin the same and hard as his to mend	B
Being pride which leads the mind to soar too far	C
Till our own weakness shows us what we are	C
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But Time which brings all beings to their level	D
And sharp Adversity will teach at last	E
Man and as we would hope perhaps the devil	D
That neither of their intellects are vast	E
While youth's hot wishes in our red veins revel	D
We know not this the blood flows on too fast	E
But as the torrent widens towards the ocean	F
We ponder deeply on each past emotion	F
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As boy I thought myself a clever fellow	G
And wish'd that others held the same opinion	F
They took it up when my days grew more mellow	G
And other minds acknowledged my dominion	F
Now my sere fancy 'falls into the yellow	G
Leaf ' and Imagination droops her pinion	F
And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk	H
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque	H
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And if I laugh at any mortal thing	A
'T is that I may not weep and if I weep	I
'T is that our nature cannot always bring	A
Itself to apathy for we must steep	I
Our hearts first in the depths of Lethe's spring	A
Ere what we least wish to behold will sleep	I
Thetis baptized her mortal son in Styx	J
A mortal mother would on Lethe fix	J
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Some have accused me of a strange design	K
Against the creed and morals of the land	L
And trace it in this poem every line	K
I don't pretend that I quite understand	L
My own meaning when I would be very fine	K
But the fact is that I have nothing plann'd	L
Unless it were to be a moment merry	M
A novel word in my vocabulary	M
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To the kind reader of our sober clime	N
This way of writing will appear exotic	O
Pulci was sire of the half serious rhyme	N
Who sang when chivalry was more Quixotic	O
And revell'd in the fancies of the time	N
True knights chaste dames huge giants kings despotic	O
But all these save the last being obsolete	P
I chose a modern subject as more meet	P
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How I have treated it I do not know	G
Perhaps no better than they have treated me	N
Who have imputed such designs as show	G
Not what they saw but what they wish'd to see	N
But if it gives them pleasure be it so	G
This is a liberal age and thoughts are free	N
Meantime Apollo plucks me by the ear	Q
And tells me to resume my story here	Q
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Young Juan and his lady love were left	R
To their own hearts' most sweet society	N
Even Time the pitiless in sorrow cleft	R
With his rude scythe such gentle bosoms he	N
Sigh'd to behold them of their hours bereft	R
Though foe to love and yet they could not be	N
Meant to grow old but die in happy spring	A
Before one charm or hope had taken wing	A
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Their faces were not made for wrinkles their	S
Pure blood to stagnate their great hearts to fail	T
The blank grey was not made to blast their hair	S
But like the climes that know nor snow nor hail	T
They were all summer lightning might assail	T
And shiver them to ashes but to trail	T
A long and snake like life of dull decay	U
Was not for them they had too little day	U
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They were alone once more for them to be	N
Thus was another Eden they were never	V
Weary unless when separate the tree	N
Cut from its forest root of years the river	V
Damm'd from its fountain the child from the knee	N
And breast maternal wean'd at once for ever	V
Would wither less than these two torn apart	W
Alas there is no instinct like the heart	W
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The heart which may be broken happy they	U
Thrice fortunate who of that fragile mould	X
The precious porcelain of human clay	U
Break with the first fall they can ne'er behold	X
The long year link'd with heavy day on day	U
And all which must be borne and never told	X
While life's strange principle will often lie	Y
Deepest in those who long the most to die	Y
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'Whom the gods love die young ' was said of yore	Z
And many deaths do they escape by this	A2
The death of friends and that which slays even more	Z
The death of friendship love youth all that is	B2
Except mere breath and since the silent shore	Z
Awaits at last even those who longest miss	A2
The old archer's shafts perhaps the early grave	C2
Which men weep over may be meant to save	C2
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Haidee and Juan thought not of the dead	D2
The heavens and earth and air seem'd made for them	N
They found no fault with Time save that he fled	D2
They saw not in themselves aught to condemn	N
Each was the other's mirror and but read	D2
Joy sparkling in their dark eyes like a gem	N
And knew such brightness was but the reflection	F
Of their exchanging glances of affection	F
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The gentle pressure and the thrilling touch	E2
The least glance better understood than words	F2
Which still said all and ne'er could say too much	E2
A language too but like to that of birds	F2
Known but to them at least appearing such	E2
As but to lovers a true sense affords	G2
Sweet playful phrases which would seem absurd	H2
To those who have ceased to hear such or ne'er heard	H2
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All these were theirs for they were children still	I2
And children still they should have ever been	J2
They were not made in the real world to fill	I2
A busy character in the dull scene	K2
But like two beings born from out a rill	I2
A nymph and her beloved all unseen	K2
To pass their lives in fountains and on flowers	L2
And never know the weight of human hours	L2
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Moons changing had roll'd on and changeless found	M2
Those their bright rise had lighted to such joys	N2
As rarely they beheld throughout their round	M2
And these were not of the vain kind which cloys	N2
For theirs were buoyant spirits never bound	M2
By the mere senses and that which destroys	N2
Most love possession unto them appear'd	O2
A thing which each endearment more endear'd	P2
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Oh beautiful and rare as beautiful	D
But theirs was love in which the mind delights	N2
To lose itself when the old world grows dull	D
And we are sick of its hack sounds and sights	N2
Intrigues adventures of the common school	Q2
Its petty passions marriages and flights	N2
Where Hymen's torch but brands one strumpet more	Z
Whose husband only knows her not a wh re	U
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Hard words harsh truth a truth which many know	G
Enough The faithful and the fairy pair	S
Who never found a single hour too slow	G
What was it made them thus exempt from care	S
Young innate feelings all have felt below	G
Which perish in the rest but in them were	V
Inherent what we mortals call romantic	O
And always envy though we deem it frantic	O
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This is in others a factitious state	R2
An opium dream of too much youth and reading	A
But was in them their nature or their fate	R2
No novels e'er had set their young hearts bleeding	A
For Haidee's knowledge was by no means great	R2
And Juan was a boy of saintly breeding	A
So that there was no reason for their loves	N2
More than for those of nightingales or doves	N2
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They gazed upon the sunset 't is an hour	V
Dear unto all but dearest to their eyes	N2
For it had made them what they were the power	V
Of love had first o'erwhelm'd them from such skies	N2
When happiness had been their only dower	S2
And twilight saw them link'd in passion's ties	N2
Charm'd with each other all things charm'd that brought	T2
The past still welcome as the present thought	T2
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I know not why but in that hour to night	U2
Even as they gazed a sudden tremor came	N
And swept as 't were across their hearts' delight	U2
Like the wind o'er a harp string or a flame	N
When one is shook in sound and one in sight	U2
And thus some boding flash'd through either frame	N
And call'd from Juan's breast a faint low sigh	Y
While one new tear arose in Haidee's eye	Y
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That large black prophet eye seem'd to dilate	R2
And follow far the disappearing sun	F
As if their last day of a happy date	R2
With his broad bright and dropping orb were gone	V2
Juan gazed on her as to ask his fate	R2
He felt a grief but knowing cause for none	F
His glance inquired of hers for some excuse	N2
For feelings causeless or at least	W2

George Gordon Byron

Don Juan: Canto The Fourth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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