Ossian's Address To The Sun In “carthon.” Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KLMMNNOOPPQQRRSSOOTT IIUUVVWWRRXY| Oh thou that roll'st above thy glorious Fire | A |
| Round as the shield which grac'd my godlike Sire | A |
| Whence are the beams O Sun thy endless blaze | B |
| Which far eclipse each minor Glory's rays | B |
| Forth in thy Beauty here thou deign'st to shine | C |
| Night quits her car the twinkling stars decline | C |
| Pallid and cold the Moon descends to cave | D |
| Her sinking beams beneath the Western wave | D |
| But thou still mov'st alone of light the Source | E |
| Who can o'ertake thee in thy fiery course | E |
| Oaks of the mountains fall the rocks decay | F |
| Weighed down with years the hills dissolve away | F |
| A certain space to yonder Moon is given | G |
| She rises smiles and then is lost in Heaven | G |
| Ocean in sullen murmurs ebbs and flows | H |
| But thy bright beam unchanged for ever glows | H |
| When Earth is darkened with tempestuous skies | I |
| When Thunder shakes the sphere and Lightning flies | I |
| Thy face O Sun no rolling blasts deform | J |
| Thou look'st from clouds and laughest at the Storm | J |
| To Ossian Orb of Light thou look'st in vain | K |
| Nor cans't thou glad his ag egrave d eyes again | L |
| Whether thy locks in Orient Beauty stream | M |
| Or glimmer through the West with fainter gleam | M |
| But thou perhaps like me with age must bend | N |
| Thy season o'er thy days will find their end | N |
| No more yon azure vault with rays adorn | O |
| Lull'd in the clouds nor hear the voice of Morn | O |
| Exult O Sun in all thy youthful strength | P |
| Age dark unlovely Age appears at length | P |
| As gleams the moonbeam through the broken cloud | Q |
| While mountain vapours spread their misty shroud | Q |
| The Northern tempest howls along at last | R |
| And wayworn strangers shrink amid the blast | R |
| Thou rolling Sun who gild'st those rising towers | S |
| Fair didst thou shine upon my earlier hours | S |
| I hail'd with smiles the cheering rays of Morn | O |
| My breast by no tumultuous Passion torn | O |
| Now hateful are thy beams which wake no more | T |
| The sense of joy which thrill'd my breast before | T |
| Welcome thou cloudy veil of nightly skies | I |
| To thy bright canopy the mourner flies | I |
| Once bright thy Silence lull'd my frame to rest | U |
| And Sleep my soul with gentle visions blest | U |
| Now wakeful Grief disdains her mild controul | V |
| Dark is the night but darker is my Soul | V |
| Ye warring Winds of Heav'n your fury urge | W |
| To me congenial sounds your wintry Dirge | W |
| Swift as your wings my happier days have past | R |
| Keen as your storms is Sorrow's chilling blast | R |
| To Tempests thus expos'd my Fate has been | X |
| Piercing like yours like yours alas unseen | Y |
George Gordon Lord Byron
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