The Island: Canto Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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I	A
How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai	B
When Summer's Sun went down the coral bay	C
Come let us to the islet's softest shade	D
And hear the warbling birds I the damsels said	E
The wood dove from the forest depth shall coo	F
Like voices of the Gods from Bolotoo	E
We'll cull the flowers that grow above the dead	E
For these most bloom where rests the warrior's head	E
And we will sit in Twilight's face and see	G
The sweet Moon glancing through the Tooa tree to	E
The lofty accents of whose sighing bough	H
Shall sadly please us as we lean below	I
Or climb the steep and view the surf in vain	B
Wrestle with rocky giants o'er the main	B
Which spurn in columns back the baffled spray	C
How beautiful are these how happy they	C
Who from the toil and tumult of their lives	J
Steal to look down where nought but Ocean strives	K
Even He too loves at times the blue lagoon	B
And smooths his ruffled mane beneath the Moon	B
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II	A
Yes from the sepulchre we'll gather flowers	L
Then feast like spirits in their promised bowers	L
Then plunge and revel in the rolling surf	M
Then lay our limbs along the tender turf	M
And wet and shining from the sportive toil	N
Anoint our bodies with the fragrant oil	N
And plait our garlands gathered from the grave	O
And wear the wreaths that sprung from out the brave	O
But lo I night comes the Mooa woos us back	P
The sound of mats are heard along our track	P
Anon the torchlight dance shall fling its sheen	B
In flashing mazes o'er the Marly's green	B
And we too will be there we too recall	Q
The memory bright with many a festival	R
Ere Fiji blew the shell of war when foes	S
For the first time were wafted in canoes	T
Alas for them the flower of manhood bleeds	U
Alas for them our fields are rank with weeds	U
Forgotten is the rapture or unknown	B
Of wandering with the Moon and Love alone	B
But be it so they taught us how to wield	E
The club and rain our arrows o'er the field	E
Now let them reap the harvest of their art	E
But feast to night to morrow we depart	E
Strike up the dance the Cava bowl fill high	A
Drain every drop to morrow we may die	A
In summer garments be our limbs arrayed	E
Around our waists the Tappa's white displayed	E
Thick wreaths shall form our coronal like Spring's	V
And round our necks shall glance the Hooni strings	V
So shall their brighter hues contrast the glow	I
Of the dusk bosoms that beat high below	I
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III	A
But now the dance is o'er yet stay awhile	W
Ah pause nor yet put out the social smile	W
To morrow for the Mooa we depart	E
But not to night to night is for the heart	E
Again bestow the wreaths we gently woo	E
Ye young Enchantresses of gay Licoo	P
How lovely are your forms how every sense	X
Bows to your beauties softened but intense	X
Like to the flowers on Mataloco's steep	Y
Which fling their fragrance far athwart the deep	Y
We too will see Licoo but oh my heart	E
What do I say to morrow we depart	E
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IV	A
Thus rose a song the harmony of times	Z
Before the winds blew Europe o'er these climes	Z
True they had vices such are Nature's growth	A2
But only the barbarian's we have both	A2
The sordor of civilisation mixed	E
With all the savage which Man's fall hath fixed	E
Who hath not seen Dissimulation's reign	B
The prayers of Abel linked to deeds of Cain	B
Who such would see may from his lattice view	A
The Old World more degraded than the New	A
Now new no more save where Columbia rears	B2
Twin giants born by Freedom to her spheres	B2
Where Chimborazo over air earth wave	A
Glares with his Titan eye and sees no slave	A
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V	A
Such was this ditty of Tradition's days	C2
Which to the dead a lingering fame conveys	C2
In song where Fame as yet hath left no sign	B
Beyond the sound whose charm is half divine	B
Which leaves no record to the sceptic eye	A
But yields young History all to Harmony	A
A boy Achilles with the Centaur's lyre	D2
In hand to teach him to surpass his sire	E2
For one long cherished ballad's simple stave	A
Rung from the rock or mingled with the wave	A
Or from the bubbling streamlet's grassy side	E
Or gathering mountain echoes as they glide	E
Hath greater power o'er each true heart and ear	F2
Than all the columns Conquest's minions rear	G2
Invites when Hieroglyphics are a theme	H2
For sages' labours or the student's dream	H2
Attracts when History's volumes are a toil	N
The first the freshest bud of Feeling's soil	N
Such was this rude rhyme rhyme is of the rude	E
But such inspired the Norseman's solitude	E
Who came and conquered such wherever rise	I2
Lands which no foes destroy or civilise	I2
Exist and what can our accomplished art	E
Of verse do more than reach the awakened heart	E
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VI	A
And sweetly now those untaught melodies	I2
Broke the luxurious silence of the skies	I2
The sweet siesta of a summer day	C
The tropic afternoon of Toobonai	A
When every flower was bloom and air was balm	J2
And the first breath began to stir the palm	J2
The first yet voiceless wind to urge the wave	A
All gently to refresh the thirsty cave	A
Where sat the Songstress with the stranger boy	K2
Who taught her Passion's desolating joy	K2
Too powerful over every heart but most	E
O'er those who know not how it may be lost	E
O'er those who burning in the new born fire	E2
Like martyrs revel in their funeral pyre	E2
With such devotion to their ecstacy	I2
That Life knows no such rapture as to die	A
And die they do for earthly life has nought	A
Matched with that burst of Nature even in thought	A
And all our dreams of better life above	A
But close in one eternal gush of Love	A
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VII	A
There sat the gentle savage of the wild	A
In growth a woman though in years a child	A
As childhood dates within our colder clime	J2
Where nought is ripened rapidly save crime	J2
The infant of an infant world as pure	L2
From Nature lovely warm and premature	L2
Dusky like night but night with all her stars	I2
Or cavern sparkling with its native spars	I2
With eyes that were a language and a spell	M2
A form like Aphrodite's in her shell	M2
With all her loves around her on the deep	Y
Voluptuous as the first approach of sleep	Y
Yet full of life for through her tropic cheek	P
The blush would make its way and all but speak	P
The sun born blood suffused her neck and threw	A
O'er her clear nut brown skin a lucid hue	A
Like coral reddening through the darkened wave	A
Which draws the diver to the crimson cave	A
Such was this daughter of the southern seas	I2
Herself a billow in her energies	I2
To bear the bark of others' happiness	I2
Nor feel a sorrow till their joy grew less	I2
Her wild and warm yet faithful bosom knew	A
No joy like what it gave her hopes ne'er drew	A
Aught from Experience that chill touchstone whose	I2
Sad proof reduces all things from their hues	I2
She feared no ill because she knew it not	A
Or what she knew was soon too soon forgot	A
Her smiles and tears had passed as light winds pass	I2
O'er lakes to ruffle not destroy their glass	I2
Whose depths unsearched and fountains from the hill	N2
Restore their surface in itself so still	N2
Until the Earthquake tear the Naiad's cave	A
Root up the spring and trample on the wave	A
And crush the living waters to a mass	I2
The amphibious desert of the dank morass	I2
And must their fate be hers The eternal change	O2
But grasps Humanity with quicker range	O2
And they who fall but fall as worlds will fall	Q
To rise if just a Spirit o'er them all	Q
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VIII	A
And who is he the blue eyed northern child	A
Of isles more known to man but scarce less wild	A
The fair haired offspring of the Hebrides	I2
Where roars the Pentland with its whirling seas	I2
Rocked in his cradle by the roaring wind	A
The tempest born in body and in mind	A
His young eyes opening on the ocean foam	J2
Had from that moment deemed the deep his home	J2
The giant comrade of his pensive moods	I2
The sharer of his craggy solitudes	I2
The only Mentor of his youth where'er	E2
His bark was borne the sport of wave and air	P2
A careless thing who placed his choice in chance	I2
Nursed by the legends of his land's romance	I2
Eager to hope but not less firm to bear	P2
Acquainted with all feelings save despair	P2
Placed in the Arab's clime he would have been	A
As bold a rover as the sands have seen	A
And braved their thirst with as enduring lip	Q2
As Ishmael	R2

George Gordon Byron

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