From Anacreon: Ode 3 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJK LLMMNNOOPPQQRRSSMTUV WWXXYYZZ'Twas now the hour when Night had driven | A |
Her car half round yon sable heaven | A |
Bo ouml tes only seem'd to roll | B |
His Arctic charge around the Pole | B |
While mortals lost in gentle sleep | C |
Forgot to smile or ceas'd to weep | C |
At this lone hour the Paphian boy | D |
Descending from the realms of joy | D |
Quick to my gate directs his course | E |
And knocks with all his little force | E |
My visions fled alarm'd I rose | F |
What stranger breaks my blest repose | F |
Alas replies the wily child | G |
In faltering accents sweetly mild | G |
A hapless Infant here I roam | H |
Far from my dear maternal home | H |
Oh shield me from the wintry blast | I |
The nightly storm is pouring fast | I |
No prowling robber lingers here | J |
A wandering baby who can fear | K |
I heard his seeming artless tale | L |
I heard his sighs upon the gale | L |
My breast was never pity's foe | M |
But felt for all the baby's woe | M |
I drew the bar and by the light | N |
Young Love the infant met my sight | N |
His bow across his shoulders flung | O |
And thence his fatal quiver hung | O |
Ah little did I think the dart | P |
Would rankle soon within my heart | P |
With care I tend my weary guest | Q |
His little fingers chill my breast | Q |
His glossy curls his azure wing | R |
Which droop with nightly showers I wring | R |
His shivering limbs the embers warm | S |
And now reviving from the storm | S |
Scarce had he felt his wonted glow | M |
Than swift he seized his slender bow | T |
I fain would know my gentle host | U |
He cried if this its strength has lost | V |
I fear relax'd with midnight dews | W |
The strings their former aid refuse | W |
With poison tipt his arrow flies | X |
Deep in my tortur'd heart it lies | X |
Then loud the joyous Urchin laugh'd | Y |
My bow can still impel the shaft | Y |
'Tis firmly fix'd thy sighs reveal it | Z |
Say courteous host canst thou not feel it | Z |
George Gordon Lord Byron
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