Phoebus With Admetus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCBCBDEBEFGFGBBBB DEBE BHBHIJIJDEBE KLKLMNNNDEBE BOBPBBBBDEBE QRQRBBBBDEBE STSTNBNBDEBE NBNBNBNBDEBEWhen by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked | A |
Sentencing to exile the bright Sun God | B |
Mindful were the ploughmen of who the steer had yoked | A |
Who and what a track show'd the upturn'd sod | B |
Mindful were the shepherds as now the noon severe | C |
Bent a burning eyebrow to brown evetide | B |
How the rustic flute drew the silver to the sphere | C |
Sister of his own till her rays fell wide | B |
God of whom music | D |
And song and blood are pure | E |
The day is never darken'd | B |
That had thee here obscure | E |
Chirping none the scarlet cicalas crouch'd in ranks | F |
Slack the thistle head piled its down silk gray | G |
Scarce the stony lizard suck'd hollows in his flanks | F |
Thick on spots of umbrage our drowsed flocks lay | G |
Sudden bow'd the chestnuts beneath a wind unheard | B |
Lengthen'd ran the grasses the sky grew slate | B |
Then amid a swift flight of wing'd seed white as curd | B |
Clear of limb a Youth smote the master's gate | B |
God of whom music | D |
And song and blood are pure | E |
The day is never darken'd | B |
That had thee here obscure | E |
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Water first of singers o'er rocky mount and mead | B |
First of earthly singers the sun loved rill | H |
Sang of him and flooded the ripples on the reed | B |
Seeking whom to waken and what ear fill | H |
Water sweetest soother to kiss a wound and cool | I |
Sweetest and divinest the sky born brook | J |
Chuckled with a whimper and made a mirror pool | I |
Round the guest we welcomed the strange hand shook | J |
God of whom music | D |
And song and blood are pure | E |
The day is never darken'd | B |
That had thee here obscure | E |
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Many swarms of wild bees descended on our fields | K |
Stately stood the wheatstalk with head bent high | L |
Big of heart we labour'd at storing mighty yields | K |
Wool and corn and clusters to make men cry | L |
Hand like rush'd the vintage we strung the bellied skins | M |
Plump and at the sealing the Youth's voice rose | N |
Maidens clung in circle on little fists their chins | N |
Gentle beasties through push'd a cold long nose | N |
God of whom music | D |
And song and blood are pure | E |
The day is never darken'd | B |
That had thee here obscure | E |
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Foot to fire in snowtime we trimm'd the slender shaft | B |
Often down the pit spied the lean wolf's teeth | O |
Grin against his will trapp'd by masterstrokes of craft | B |
Helpless in his froth wrath as green logs seethe | P |
Safe the tender lambs tugg'd the teats and winter sped | B |
Whirl'd before the crocus the year's new gold | B |
Hung the hooky beak up aloft the arrowhead | B |
Redden'd through his feathers for our dear fold | B |
God of whom music | D |
And song and blood are pure | E |
The day is never darken'd | B |
That had thee here obscure | E |
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Tales we drank of giants at war with gods above | Q |
Rocks were they to look on and earth climb'd air | R |
Tales of search for simples and those who sought of love | Q |
Ease because the creature was all too fair | R |
Pleasant ran our thinking that while our work was good | B |
Sure as fruits for sweat would the praise come fast | B |
He that wrestled stoutest and tamed the billow brood | B |
Danced in rings with girls like a sail flapp'd mast | B |
God of whom music | D |
And song and blood are pure | E |
The day is never darken'd | B |
That had thee here obscure | E |
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Lo the herb of healing when once the herb is known | S |
Shines in shady woods bright as new sprung flame | T |
Ere the string was tighten'd we heard the mellow tone | S |
After he had taught how the sweet sounds came | T |
Stretch'd about his feet labour done 'twas as you see | N |
Red pomegranates tumble and burst hard rind | B |
So began contention to give delight and be | N |
Excellent in things aim'd to make life kind | B |
God of whom music | D |
And song and blood are pure | E |
The day is never darken'd | B |
That had thee here obscure | E |
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You with shelly horns rams and promontory goats | N |
You whose browsing beards dip in coldest dew | B |
Bulls that walk the pastures in kingly flashing coats | N |
Laurel ivy vine wreathed for feasts not few | B |
You that build the shade roof and you that court the rays | N |
You that leap besprinkling the rock stream rent | B |
He has been our fellow the morning of our days | N |
Us he chose for housemates and this way went | B |
God of whom music | D |
And song and blood are pure | E |
The day is never darken'd | B |
That had thee here obscure | E |
George Meredith
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