An Address To Poetry Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEED A FEGEHIIH A JKJKDFKD B LELEMNNM B DHDHEEEE H JBJBDBDB B BOBOHEEH B PQRSKBBK O OEOEEOOE O EEEEHTTH O KBKBUBBU O VHVHLEEL O EOEOEEEE B KEKEWEEX B DODOEOOE B XOXOEYYE B XEXEOOOO B EDEDOZZO O MXMXOOOO O DXDXBBBB O XOXOHA2A2H O OHOHXHHX O DEDEBEEB B JDJDREEP B EOEOPJ| I | A |
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| While envious crowds the summit view | B |
| Where Danger with Ambition strays | C |
| Or far with anxious step pursue | B |
| Pale Av'rice thro' his winding ways | C |
| The selfish passions in their train | D |
| Whose force the social ties unbind | E |
| And chill the love of human kind | E |
| And make fond Nature's best emotions vain | D |
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| II | A |
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| O poesy O nymph most dear | F |
| To whom I early gave my heart | E |
| Whose voice is sweetest to my ear | G |
| Of aught in nature or in art | E |
| Thou who canst all my breast controul | H |
| Come and thy harp of various cadence bring | I |
| And long with melting music swell the string | I |
| That suits the present temper of my soul | H |
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| III | A |
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| O ever gild my path of woe | J |
| And I the ills of life can bear | K |
| Let but thy lovely visions glow | J |
| And chase the forms of real care | K |
| O still when tempted to repine | D |
| At partial Fortune's frown severe | F |
| Wipe from my eyes the anxious tear | K |
| And whisper that thy soothing joys are mine | D |
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| IV | B |
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| When did my fancy ever frame | L |
| A dream of joy by thee unblest | E |
| When first my lips pronounc'd thy name | L |
| New pleasure warm'd my infant breast | E |
| I lov'd to form the jingling rhyme | M |
| The measur'd sounds tho' rude my ear could please | N |
| Could give the little pains of childhood ease | N |
| And long have sooth'd the keener pains of time | M |
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| V | B |
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| The idle crowd in fashion's train | D |
| Their trifling comment pert reply | H |
| Who talk so much yet talk in vain | D |
| How pleas'd for thee O nymph I fly | H |
| For thine is all the wealth of mind | E |
| Thine the unborrow'd gems of thought | E |
| The flash of light by souls refin'd | E |
| From heav'n's empyreal source exulting caught | E |
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| VI | H |
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| And ah when destin'd to forego | J |
| The social hour with those I love | B |
| That charm which brightens all below | J |
| That joy all other joys above | B |
| And dearer to this breast of mine | D |
| O Muse than aught thy magic power can give | B |
| Then on the gloom of lonely sadness shine | D |
| And bid thy airy forms around me live | B |
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| VII | B |
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| Thy page O SHAKESPEARE let me view | B |
| Thine at whose name my bosom glows | O |
| Proud that my earliest breath I drew | B |
| In that blest isle where SHAKESPEARE rose | O |
| Where shall my dazzled glances roll | H |
| Shall I pursue gay Ariel's flight | E |
| Or wander where those hags of night | E |
| With deeds unnam'd shall freeze my trembling soul | H |
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| VIII | B |
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| Plunge me foul sisters in the gloom | P |
| Ye wrap around yon blasted heath | Q |
| To hear the harrowing rite I come | R |
| That calls the angry shades from death | S |
| Away my frighted bosom spare | K |
| Let true Cordelia pour her filial sigh | B |
| Let Desdemona lift her pleading eye | B |
| And poor Ophelia sing in wild despair | K |
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| IX | O |
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| When the bright noon of summer streams | O |
| In one wide flash of lavish day | E |
| As soon shall mortal count the beams | O |
| As tell the powers of SHAKESPEARE'S lay | E |
| O Nature's Poet the untaught | E |
| The simple mind thy tale pursues | O |
| And wonders by what art it views | O |
| The perfect image of each native thought | E |
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| X | O |
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| In those still moments when the breast | E |
| Expanded leaves its cares behind | E |
| Glows by some higher thought possest | E |
| And feels the energies of mind | E |
| Then awful MILTON raise the veil | H |
| That hides from human eye the heav'nly throng | T |
| Immortal sons of light I hear your song | T |
| I hear your high tun'd harps creation hail | H |
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| XI | O |
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| Well might creation claim your care | K |
| And well the string of rapture move | B |
| When all was perfect good and fair | K |
| When all was music joy and love | B |
| Ere Evil's inauspicious birth | U |
| Chang'd Nature's harmony to strife | B |
| And wild Remorse abhorring life | B |
| And deep Affliction spread their shade on earth | U |
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| XII | O |
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| Blest Poesy O sent to calm | V |
| The human pains which all must feel | H |
| Still shed on life thy precious balm | V |
| And every wound of nature heal | H |
| Is there a heart of human frame | L |
| Along the burning track of torrid light | E |
| Or 'mid the fearful waste of polar night | E |
| That never glow'd at thy inspiring name | L |
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| XIII | O |
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| Ye Southern Isles emerg'd so late | E |
| Where the Pacific billow rolls | O |
| Witness though rude your simple state | E |
| How heav'n taught verse can melt your souls | O |
| Say when you hear the wand'ring bard | E |
| How thrill'd ye listen to his lay | E |
| By what kind arts ye court his stay | E |
| All savage life affords his sure reward | E |
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| XIV | B |
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| So when great HOMER 'S chiefs prepare | K |
| Awhile from War's rude toils releas'd | E |
| The pious hecatomb and share | K |
| The flowing bowl and genial feast | E |
| Some heav'nly minstrel sweeps the lyre | W |
| While all applaud the poet's native art | E |
| For him they heap the viand's choicest part | E |
| And copious goblets crown the Muse's fire | X |
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| XV | B |
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| Ev'n here in scenes of pride and gain | D |
| Where faint each genuine feeling glows | O |
| Here Nature asks in want and pain | D |
| The dear illusions verse bestows | O |
| The poor from hunger and from cold | E |
| Spare one small coin the ballad's price | O |
| Admire their poet's quaint device | O |
| And marvel much at all his rhymes unfold | E |
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| XVI | B |
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| Ye children lost in forests drear | X |
| Still o'er your wrongs each bosom grieves | O |
| And long the red breast shall be dear | X |
| Who strew'd each little corpse with leaves | O |
| For you my earliest tears were shed | E |
| For you the gaudy doll I pleas'd forsook | Y |
| And heard with hands uprais'd and eager look | Y |
| The cruel tale and wish'd ye were not dead | E |
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| XVII | B |
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| And still on Scotia's northern shore | X |
| At times between the rushing blast | E |
| Recording mem'ry loves to pour | X |
| The mournful song of ages past | E |
| Come lonely Bard of other years | O |
| While dim the half seen moon of varying skies | O |
| While sad the wind along the grey moss sighs | O |
| And give my pensive heart the joy of tears | O |
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| XVIII | B |
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| The various tropes that splendour dart | E |
| Around the modern poet's line | D |
| Where borrow'd from the sphere of art | E |
| Unnumber'd gay allusions shine | D |
| Have not a charm my breast to please | O |
| Like the blue mist the meteor's beam | Z |
| The dark brow'd rock the mountain stream | Z |
| And the light thistle waving in the breeze | O |
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| XIX | O |
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| Wild Poesy in haunts sublime | M |
| Delights her lofty note to pour | X |
| She loves the hanging rock to climb | M |
| And hear the sweeping torrent roar | X |
| The little scene of cultur'd grace | O |
| But faintly her expanded bosom warms | O |
| She seeks the daring stroke the awful charms | O |
| Which Nature's pencil throws on Nature's face | O |
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| XX | O |
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| O Nature thou whose works divine | D |
| Such rapture in this breast inspire | X |
| As makes me dream one spark is mine | D |
| Of Poesy's celestial fire | X |
| When doom'd in cities pent to leave | B |
| The kindling morn's unfolding view | B |
| Which ever wears some aspect new | B |
| And all the shadowy forms of soothing eve | B |
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| XXI | O |
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| Then THOMSON then be ever near | X |
| And paint whatever season reigns | O |
| Still let me see the varying year | X |
| And worship Nature in thy strains | O |
| Now when the wint'ry tempests roll | H |
| Unfold their dark and desolating form | A2 |
| Rush in the savage madness of the storm | A2 |
| And spread those horrors that exalt my soul | H |
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| XXII | O |
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| And POPE the music of thy verse | O |
| Shall winter's dreary gloom dispel | H |
| And fond remembrance oft rehearse | O |
| The moral song she knows so well | H |
| The sportive sylphs shall flutter here | X |
| There Eloise in anguish pale | H |
| Kiss with cold lips the sacred veil | H |
| And drop with every bead too soft a tear | X |
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| XXIII | O |
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| When disappointment's sick'ning pain | D |
| With chilling sadness numbs my breast | E |
| That feels its dearest hope was vain | D |
| And bids its fruitless struggles rest | E |
| When those for whom I wish to live | B |
| With cold suspicion wrong my aching heart | E |
| Or doom'd from those for ever lov'd to part | E |
| And feel a sharper pang than death can give | B |
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| XXIV | B |
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| Then with the mournful Bard I go | J |
| Whom melancholy mark'd her own | D |
| While tolls the curfew solemn slow | J |
| And wander amid graves unknown | D |
| With yon pale orb lov'd poet come | R |
| While from those elms long shadows spread | E |
| And where the lines of light are shed | E |
| Read the fond record of the rustic tomb | P |
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| XXV | B |
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| Or let me o'er old Conway's flood | E |
| Hang on the frowning rock and trace | O |
| The characters that wove in blood | E |
| Stamp'd the dire fate of EDWARD'S race | O |
| Proud tyrant tear thy laurell'd plume | P |
| How po | J |
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