Before A Statue Of Achilles Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBBCCBDEEDDE A FGHFFHHFIBIJBJ A KLLKKMLKANNOAO| I | A |
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| Behoild Pelides with his yellow hair | B |
| Proud child of Thetis hero loved of Jove | C |
| Above the frowning of his brows of wove | C |
| A crown of gold well combed with Spartan care | B |
| Who might have seen him sullen great and fair | B |
| As with the wrongful world he proudly strove | C |
| And by high deeds his wilder passion shrove | C |
| Mastering love resentment and despair | B |
| He knew his end and Phoebus' arrow sure | D |
| He braved for fame immortal and a friend | E |
| Despising life and we who know our end | E |
| Know that in our decay he shall endure | D |
| And all our children's hearts to grief inure | D |
| With whose first bitter battles his shall blend | E |
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| II | A |
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| Who brought thee forth immortal vision who | F |
| In Phthia or in Tempe brought thee forth | G |
| Out of the sunlight and the sapful earth | H |
| What god the simples of thy spirit drew | F |
| A goddess rose from the green waves and threw | F |
| Her arms about a king to give thee birth | H |
| A centaur patron of thy boyish mirth | H |
| Over the meadows in thy footsteps flew | F |
| Now Thessaly forgets thee and the deep | I |
| Thy keeled bark furrowed answers not thy prayer | B |
| But far away new generations keep | I |
| Thy laurels fresh where branching Isis hems | J |
| The lawns of Oxford round about or where | B |
| Enchanted Eton sits by pleasant Thames | J |
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| III | A |
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| I gaze on thee as Phidias of old | K |
| Or Polyclitus gazed when first he saw | L |
| These hard and shining limbs without a flaw | L |
| And cast his wonder in heroic mould | K |
| Unhappy me who only may behold | K |
| Nor make immutable and fix in awe | M |
| A fair immortal form no worm shall gnaw | L |
| A tempered mind whose faith was never told | K |
| The godlike mien the lion's lock and eye | A |
| The well knit sinew utter a brave heart | N |
| Better than many words that part by part | N |
| Spell in strange symbols what serene and whole | O |
| In nature lives nor can in marble die | A |
| The perfect body itself the soul | O |
George Santayana
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