Bellerophon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC A DEDE A FGFG HHHH IJIJ HKHK H H HLHL L HHHH L MNMO L PLPL L LLLL| I | A |
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| Maimed beggared grey seeking an alms with nod | B |
| Of palsy doing task of thanks for bread | C |
| Upon the stature of a God | B |
| He whom the Gods have struck bends low his head | C |
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| II | A |
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| Weak words he has that slip the nerveless tongue | D |
| Deformed like his great frame a broken arc | E |
| Once radiant as the javelin flung | D |
| Right at the centre breastplate of his mark | E |
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| III | A |
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| Oft pausing on his white eyed inward look | F |
| Some undermountain narrative he tells | G |
| As gapped by Lykian heat the brook | F |
| Cut from the source that in the upland swells | G |
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| IV | - |
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| The cottagers who dole him fruit and crust | H |
| With patient inattention hear him prate | H |
| And comes the snow and comes the dust | H |
| Comes the old wanderer more bent of late | H |
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| V | - |
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| A crazy beggar grateful for a meal | I |
| Has ever of himself a world to say | J |
| For them he is an ancient wheel | I |
| Spinning a knotted thread the livelong day | J |
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| VI | - |
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| He cannot nor do they the tale connect | H |
| For never singer in the land had been | K |
| Who him for theme did not reject | H |
| Spurned of the hoof that sprang the Hippocrene | K |
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| VII | - |
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| Albeit a theme of flame to bring them straight | H |
| The snorting white winged brother of the wave | - |
| They hear him as a thing by fate | H |
| Cursed in unholy babble to his grave | - |
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| VIII | - |
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| As men that spied the wings that heard the snort | H |
| Their sires have told and of a martial prince | L |
| Bestriding him and old report | H |
| Speaks of a monster slain by one long since | L |
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| IX | L |
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| There is that story of the golden bit | H |
| By Goddess given to tame the lightning steed | H |
| A mortal who could mount and sit | H |
| Flying and up Olympus midway speed | H |
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| X | L |
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| He rose like the loosed fountain's utmost leap | M |
| He played the star at span of heaven right o'er | N |
| Men's heads they saw the snowy steep | M |
| Saw the winged shoulders him they saw not more | O |
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| XI | L |
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| He fell and says the shattered man I fell | P |
| And sweeps an arm the height an eagle wins | L |
| And in his breast a mouthless well | P |
| Heaves the worn patches of his coat of skins | L |
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| XII | L |
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| Lo this is he in whom the surgent springs | L |
| Of recollections richer than our skies | L |
| To feed the flow of tuneful strings | L |
| Show but a pool of scum for shooting flies | L |
George Meredith
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