Translations. - The Diver (from Schiller.) Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 5 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Wonderful Women
by Umaru Kanneh Boima
Freedom To Scratch In Peace
by Olute Aete
Happy New Year
by Felix Menda
Human Beings
by Dana Graslie
Lust
by Wisdom Greatness
An Isolated Tree's Song
by Sayeed Abubakar
A Strange Boy
by Sayeed Abubakar
O Soil
by Sayeed Abubakar
No War, No War-monger
by Sayeed Abubakar
Night's Town
by Sayeed Abubakar

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2414 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

Which of you knight or squire will dare	A
Plunge into yonder gulf	B
A golden beaker I fling in it there	A
The black mouth swallows it like a wolf	C
Who brings me the cup again whoever	D
It is his own he may keep it for ever	D
	-
Tis the king who speaks and he flings from the brow	E
Of the cliff that rugged and steep	F
Hangs out o'er the endless sea below	G
The cup in the whirlpool's howling heap	F
Again I ask what hero will follow	G
What brave heart plunge into yon dark hollow	G
	-
The knights and the squires the king about	H
Hear him and dumbly stare	A
Into the wild sea's tumbling rout	H
But to win the beaker they hardly care	A
The king for the third time round him glaring	I
Not a soul of you has the daring	I
	-
Speechless all as before they stand	J
When a vassal bold gentle and gay	K
Steps out from his comrades' shrinking band	J
Flinging his girdle and cloak away	K
And all the women and men that surrounded	L
Gazed on the grand looking youth astounded	M
	-
And when he stepped to the rock's rough brow	E
Looking down on the gulf so black	N
The waters which it had swallowed now	E
Charybdis bellowing rendered back	N
And with a roar as of distant thunder	D
Foaming they burst from the dark lap under	D
	-
It wallows seethes hisses in raging rout	H
As when water wrestles with fire	D
Till to heaven the yeasty tongues they spout	H
And flood upon flood keeps mounting higher	D
It will never its endless coil unravel	O
As the sea with another sea were in travail	P
	-
But at last slow sinks the writhing spasm	Q
And black through the foaming white	R
Downward gapes a yawning chasm	Q
Bottomless cloven to hell's wide night	R
And sucked up see the billows roaring	I
Down through the whirling funnel pouring	I
	-
Then in haste ere the out rage return again	S
The youth to his God doth pray	K
And ascends a cry of horror and pain	T
Already the vortex hath swept him away	K
And o'er the bold swimmer in darkness eternal	O
Close the great jaws of the gulf infernal	O
	-
Then the water above grows smooth as glass	U
While below dull roarings ply	V
And trembling they hear the murmur pass	U
High hearted youth farewell good bye	V
And hollower still comes the howl affraying	I
Till their hearts are sick with the frightful delaying	I
	-
If the crown itself thou in should fling	I
And say Who back with it hies	U
Himself shall wear it and shall be king	I
I should not covet the precious prize	U
What Ocean hides in that howling hell of it	W
Live soul will never come back to tell of it	W
	-
Ships many caught in that whirling surge	X
Shot sheer to their dismal doom	Y
Keel and mast only did ever emerge	X
Shattered from out the all gulping tomb	Y
Like the bluster of tempest clearer and clearer	D
Comes its roaring nearer and ever nearer	D
	-
It wallows seethes hisses in raging rout	H
As when water wrestles with fire	D
Till to heaven the yeasty tongues they spout	H
Wave upon wave's back mounting higher	D
And as with the rumble of distant thunder	D
Bellowing it bursts from the dark lap under	D
	-
And see from its bosom flowing dark	I
Something heave up swan white	R
An arm and a shining neck they mark	I
And it rows with unrelaxing might	R
It is he and aloft in his left hand holden	Z
He swings recovered the beaker golden	Z
	-
With long deep breaths his path he ploughed	A2
Glad greeting the heavenly day	K
Jubilant shouted the gazing crowd	A2
He lives he is free he has burst his way	K
Out of the grave the whirlpool uproarious	U
The hero hath rescued his life victorious	U
	-
He comes they surround him with shouts of glee	B2
At the king's feet he sinks on the sod	C2
And hands him the beaker upon his knee	B2
To his lovely daughter the king gives a nod	C2
She fills it brim full of wine sparkling and raying	I
And then to the monarch the youth turned saying	I
	-
Long live the king Ah well doth he fare	A
Who breathes in this rosy light	R
For frightful yea horrible is it down there	A
And man ought not to tempt the heavenly Might	R
Or long to see with prying unwholesome	Y
What He graciously covers with darkness dolesome	Y
	-
It tore me down as on lightning's wing	I
When a shaft in a rock outpours	U
Wild rushing against me a torrent spring	I
Its conflict seized me with raging force	U
And like a top with giddy twisting	I
Spun me about there was no resisting	I
	-
Then God did show me sore beseeching	I
In deepest frightfullest need	D2
Up from the bottom a rock ledge reaching	I
At it I caught and from death was freed	D2
And behold on spiked corals the beaker suspended	L
Which had else to the very abyss descended	L
	-
For below me it lay yet mountain deep	F
The purply darksome maw	Y
And though to the ear it was dead asleep	F
The ghasted eye down staring saw	Y
How with dragons lizards salamanders crawling	I
The hell jaws horrible were sprawling	I
	-
Black swarming in medley miscreate	L
In masses lumped hideously	B2
Wallowed the conger the thorny skate	L
The lobster's grisly deformity	B2
And baring its teeth with cruel sheen a	E2
Terrible shark the sea's hyena	E2
	-
So there I hung and shuddering knew	F2
That human help was none	Z
One thinking soul mid the horrid crew	F2
In the ghastly desert I was alone	G2
Deeper than human speech e'er sounded	L
By the sad waste's dismal monsters surrounded	L
	-
Thus thought I and shivered Then a something crept near	H2
Upon legs with a hundred joints	U
It snaps at me suddenly frantic with fear	H2
I lost my grasp of the coral points	U
Away the whirl in its raging tore me	B2
But it was my salvation and upward bore me	B2
	-
The king at the tale is filled with amaze	U
The beaker well won is thine	I2
And this ring I will give thee too he says	U
Precious with gems that are more than fine	I2
If thou dare it yet once and bring me the story	B2
Of what's in the sea's lowest repertory	B2
	-
His daughter she hears him with tender dismay	Y
And with sweet words suasive doth plead	L
Father enough of this cruel play	Y
For you he has done an unheard of deed	L
If you may not master your heart's desire	D
'Tis the knights' turn now to shame the squire	J2
	-
The king sudden snatches and hurls the cup	K2
Into the swirling pool	L2
If thou bring me once more that beaker up	K2
Thou art best of my knights the most worshipful	O
And this very day to thy home thou shalt lead her	D
Who stands there for thee such a pitiful pleader	D
	-
A passion divine his being invades	U
His eyes dart a lightning ray	D
He sees of her blushes the changeful shades	U
He sees her grow pallid and sink away	D
Determination thorough him flashes	U
And downward for life or for death he dashes	U
	-
They hear the dull roar 'tis returning again	S
Announced by the thunderous brawl	M2
Downward they bend with loving strain	T
They come they are coming the waters all	M2
They rush up they rush down they rush ever and ever	D
The youth to the daylight rises never	D

George Macdonald

Translations. - The Diver (from Schiller.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Write your comment about Translations. - The Diver (from Schiller.) poem by George Macdonald

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets