The Shipwreck Of Idomeneus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDECFGHIJKLMNKOPQR STUVWBXYZA2B2C2D2E2F 2G2H2I2J2K2L2ZM2N2O2 P2NQ2R2F2S2E2K2T2A2P U2ZPZPV2PPQ2W2NX2Y2A 2PZ2PA3Q2ZPPKPOM2DB3 C3M2PD3B3M2PNE3PZF3A 2ZB3D3Q2ZPG3H3B3B3ZB 3PQ2B3N I3C2F3PN PZJ3O2B3O2B3Z2PB3QB3 B3B3PPPA3ZTB3KPK3PA2 L3PB3PPM3QPE3 N3PB3O3Q2PM2PPB3PB3F 2P3ZQ3B3PB3B3B3B3R3Z| Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night | A |
| When great Poseidon's sudden veering wrath | B |
| Scattered the happy homeward floating Greeks | C |
| Like foam flakes off the waves the King of Crete | D |
| Held lofty commune with the dark Sea god | E |
| His brows were crowned with victory his cheeks | C |
| Were flushed with triumph but the mighty joy | F |
| Of Troy's destruction and his own great deeds | G |
| Passed for the thoughts of home were dearer now | H |
| And sweet the memory of wife and child | I |
| And weary now the ten long foreign years | J |
| And terrible the doubt of short delay | K |
| More terrible O Gods he cried but stopped | L |
| Then raised his voice upon the storm and prayed | M |
| O thou if injured injured not by me | N |
| Poseidon whom sea deities obey | K |
| And mortals worship hear me for indeed | O |
| It was our oath to aid the cause of Greece | P |
| Not unespoused by Gods and most of all | Q |
| By thee if gentle currents havens calm | R |
| Fair winds and prosperous voyage and the Shape | S |
| Impersonate in many a perilous hour | T |
| Both in the stately councils of the Kings | U |
| And when the husky battle murmured thick | V |
| May testify of services performed | W |
| But now the seas are haggard with thy wrath | B |
| Thy breath is tempest never at the shores | X |
| Of hostile Ilium did thy stormful brows | Y |
| Betray such fierce magnificence not even | Z |
| On that wild day when mad with torch and glare | A2 |
| The frantic crowds with eyes like starving wolves | B2 |
| Burst from their ports impregnable a stream | C2 |
| Of headlong fury toward the hissing deep | D2 |
| Where then full armed I stood in guard compact | E2 |
| Beside thee and alone with brand and spear | F2 |
| We held at bay the swarming brood and poured | G2 |
| Blood of choice warriors on the foot ploughed sands | H2 |
| Thou meantime dark with conflict as a cloud | I2 |
| That thickens in the bosom of the West | J2 |
| Over quenched sunset circled round with flame | K2 |
| Huge as a billow running from the winds | L2 |
| Long distances till with black shipwreck swoln | Z |
| It flings its angry mane about the sky | M2 |
| And like that billow heaving ere it burst | N2 |
| And like that cloud urged by impulsive storm | O2 |
| With charge of thunder lightning and the drench | P2 |
| Of torrents thou in all thy majesty | N |
| Of mightiness didst fall upon the war | Q2 |
| Remember that great moment Nor forget | R2 |
| The aid I gave thee how my ready spear | F2 |
| Flew swiftly seconding thy mortal stroke | S2 |
| Where'er the press was hottest never slacked | E2 |
| My arm its duty nor mine eye its aim | K2 |
| Though terribly they compassed us and stood | T2 |
| Thick as an Autumn forest whose brown hair | A2 |
| Lustrous with sunlight by the still increase | P |
| Of heat to glowing heat conceives like zeal | U2 |
| Of radiance till at the pitch of noon | Z |
| 'Tis seized with conflagration and distends | P |
| Horridly over leagues of doom'd domain | Z |
| Mingling the screams of birds the cries of brutes | P |
| The wail of creatures in the covert pent | V2 |
| Howls yells and shrieks of agony the hiss | P |
| Of seething sap and crash of falling boughs | P |
| Together in its dull voracious roar | Q2 |
| So closely and so fearfully they throng'd | W2 |
| Savage with phantasies of victory | N |
| A sea of dusky shapes for day had passed | X2 |
| And night fell on their darkened faces red | Y2 |
| With fight and torchflare shrill the resonant air | A2 |
| With eager shouts and hoarse with angry groans | P |
| While over all the dense and sullen boom | Z2 |
| The din and murmur of the myriads | P |
| Rolled with its awful intervals as though | A3 |
| The battle breathed or as against the shore | Q2 |
| Waves gather back to heave themselves anew | Z |
| That night sleep dropped not from the dreary skies | P |
| Nor could the prowess of our chiefs oppose | P |
| That sea of raging men But what were they | K |
| Or what is man opposed to thee Its hopes | P |
| Are wrecks himself the drowning drifting weed | O |
| That wanders on thy waters such as I | M2 |
| Who see the scattered remnants of my fleet | D |
| Remembering the day when first we sailed | B3 |
| Each glad ship shining like the morning star | C3 |
| With promise for the world Oh such as I | M2 |
| Thus darkly drifting on the drowning waves | P |
| O God of waters 'tis a dreadful thing | D3 |
| To suffer for an evil unrevealed | B3 |
| Dreadful it is to hear the perishing cry | M2 |
| Of those we love the silence that succeeds | P |
| How dreadful Still my trust is fixed on thee | N |
| For those that still remain and for myself | E3 |
| And if I hear thy swift foam snorting steeds | P |
| Drawing thy dusky chariot as in | Z |
| The pauses of the wind I seem to hear | F3 |
| Deaf thou art not to my entreating prayer | A2 |
| Haste then to give us help for closely now | Z |
| Crete whispers in my ears and all my blood | B3 |
| Runs keen and warm for home and I have yearning | D3 |
| Such yearning as I never felt before | Q2 |
| To see again my wife my little son | Z |
| My Queen my pretty nursling of five years | P |
| The darling of my hopes our dearest pledge | G3 |
| Of marriage and our brightest prize of love | H3 |
| Whose parting cry rings clearest in my heart | B3 |
| O lay this horror much offended God | B3 |
| And making all as fair and firm as when | Z |
| We trusted to thy mighty depths of old | B3 |
| I vow to sacrifice the first whom Zeus | P |
| Shall prompt to hail us from the white seashore | Q2 |
| And welcome our return to royal Crete | B3 |
| An offering Poseidon unto thee | N |
| - | |
| Amid the din of elemental strife | I3 |
| No voice may pierce but Deity supreme | C2 |
| And Deity supreme alone can hear | F3 |
| Above the hurricane's discordant shrieks | P |
| The cry of agonized humanity | N |
| - | |
| Not unappeased was He who smites the waves | P |
| When to his stormy ears the warrior's vow | Z |
| Entered and from his foamy pinnacle | J3 |
| Tumultuous he beheld the prostrate form | O2 |
| And knew the mighty heart Awhile he gazed | B3 |
| As doubtful of his purpose and the storm | O2 |
| Conscious of that divine debate withheld | B3 |
| Its fierce emotion in the luminous gloom | Z2 |
| Of those so dark irradiating eyes | P |
| Beneath whose wavering lustre shone revealed | B3 |
| The tumult of the purpling deeps and all | Q |
| The throbbing of the tempest as it paused | B3 |
| Slowly subsiding seeming to await | B3 |
| The sudden signal as a faithful hound | B3 |
| Pants with the forepaws stretched before its nose | P |
| Athwart the greensward after an eager chase | P |
| Its hot tongue thrust to cool its foamy jaws | P |
| Open to let the swift breath come and go | A3 |
| Its quick interrogating eyes fixed keen | Z |
| Upon the huntsman's countenance and ever | T |
| Lashing its sharp impatient tail with haste | B3 |
| Prompt at the slightest sign to scour away | K |
| And hang itself afresh by the bleeding fangs | P |
| Upon the neck of some death singled stag | K3 |
| Whose royal antlers eyes and stumbling knees | P |
| Will supplicate the Gods in mute despair | A2 |
| This time not mute nor yet in vain this time | L3 |
| For still the burden of the earnest voice | P |
| And all the vivid glories it revoked | B3 |
| Sank in the God with that absorbed suspense | P |
| Felt only by the Olympians whose minds | P |
| Unbounded like our mortal brain perceive | M3 |
| All things complete the end the aim of all | Q |
| To whom the crown and consequence of deeds | P |
| Are ever present with the deed itself | E3 |
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| And now the pouring surges vast and smooth | N3 |
| Grew weary of restraint and heaved themselves | P |
| Headlong beneath him breaking at his feet | B3 |
| With wild importunate cries and angry wail | O3 |
| Like crowds that shout for bread and hunger more | Q2 |
| And now the surface of their rolling backs | P |
| Was ridged with foam topt furrows rising high | M2 |
| And dashing wildly like to fiery steeds | P |
| Fresh from the Thracian or Thessalian plains | P |
| High blooded mares just tempering to the bit | B3 |
| Whose manes at full speed stream upon the winds | P |
| And in whose delicate nostrils when the gust | B3 |
| Breathes of their native plains they ramp and rear | F2 |
| Frothing the curb and bounding from the earth | P3 |
| As though the Sun god's chariot alone | Z |
| Were fit to follow in their flashing track | Q3 |
| Anon with gathering stature to the height | B3 |
| Of those colossal giants doomed long since | P |
| To torturous grief and penance that assailed | B3 |
| The sky throned courts of Zeus and climbing dared | B3 |
| For once in a world the Olympic wrath and braved | B3 |
| The electric spirit which from his clenching hand | B3 |
| Pierces the dark veined earth and with a touch | R3 |
| Is death to mortals fearfully they grew | Z |
George Meredith
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