Euterpe: A Cantanta Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDAEFGA H E IJIHKALAA MNMNHOPOO QBQBIAIAA E EEEEIAIA R FSFSAEAE E E ATATAEAE TG AUAAEI V E FEREEWHWAXEX EG ATGTT G GWGWGGWW EYEYGYGG E YYYEYYYE EEEEYYYE H GEGEMGMG ZEZETA2TA2 EZEIERER YG ETEB2 ZRZR TGTGC2G E EIED2GEYE EE2I GGGGGYGYHEHE E RRGGEEHHZZRR R GF2HTRGG2GEE E EArgument | A |
Hail to thee Sound The power of Euterpe in all the scenes of life | B |
in religion in works of charity in soothing troubles by means of music | C |
in all humane and high purposes in war in grief in the social circle | D |
the children s lullaby the dance the ballad in conviviality | A |
when far from home at evening the whole ending with an allegorical chorus | E |
rejoicing at the building of a mighty hall erected for the recreation | F |
of a nation destined to take no inconsiderable part in the future history | G |
of the world | A |
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Overture | H |
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No Chorus | E |
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All hail to thee Sound Since the time | I |
Calliope s son took the lyre | J |
And lulled in the heart of their clime | I |
The demons of darkness and fire | H |
Since Eurydice s lover brought tears | K |
To the eyes of the Princes of Night | A |
Thou hast been through the world s weary years | L |
A marvellous source of delight | A |
Yea a marvellous source of delight | A |
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In the wind in the wave in the fall | M |
Of the water each note of thine dwells | N |
But Euterpe hath gathered from all | M |
The sweetest to weave into spells | N |
She makes a miraculous power | H |
Of thee with her magical skill | O |
And gives us for bounty or dower | P |
The accents that soothe us or thrill | O |
Yea the accents that soothe us or thrill | O |
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All hail to thee Sound Let us thank | Q |
The great Giver of light and of life | B |
For the music divine that we ve drank | Q |
In seasons of peace and of strife | B |
Let us gratefully think of the balm | I |
That falls on humanity tired | A |
At the tones of the song or the psalm | I |
From lips and from fingers inspired | A |
Yea from lips and from fingers inspired | A |
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No Quartette and Chorus | E |
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When in her sacred fanes | E |
God s daughter sweet Religion prays | E |
Euterpe s holier strains | E |
Her thoughts from earth to heaven raise | E |
The organ notes sublime | I |
Put every worldly dream to flight | A |
They sanctify the time | I |
And fill the place with hallowed light | A |
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No Soprano Solo | R |
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Yea and when that meek eyed maiden | F |
Men call Charity comes fain | S |
To raise up spirits laden | F |
With bleak poverty and pain | S |
Often in her cause enlisted | A |
Music softens hearts like stones | E |
And the fallen are assisted | A |
Through Euterpe s wondrous tones | E |
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No Orchestral Intermezzo | E |
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No Chorus | E |
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Beautiful is Sound devoted | A |
To all ends humane and high | T |
And its sweetness never floated | A |
Like a thing unheeded by | T |
Power it has on souls encrusted | A |
With the selfishness of years | E |
Yea and thousands Mammon rusted | A |
Hear it feel it leave in tears | E |
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No Choral Recitative | T |
Men s voices only | G |
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When on the battlefield and in the sight | A |
Of tens of thousands bent to smite and slay | U |
Their human brothers how the soldier s heart | A |
Must leap at sounds of martial music fired | A |
With all that spirit that the patriot loves | E |
Who seeks to win or nobly fall for home | I |
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No Triumphal March | V |
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No Funeral Chorus | E |
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Slowly and mournfully moves a procession | F |
Wearing the signs | E |
Of sorrow through loss and it halts like a shadow | R |
Of death in the pines | E |
Come from the fane that is filled with God s presence | E |
Sad sounds and deep | W |
Holy Euterpe she sings of our brother | H |
We listen and weep | W |
Death like the Angel that passed over Egypt | A |
Struck at us sore | X |
Never again shall we turn at our loved one s | E |
Step at the door | X |
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No Chorus | E |
Soprano voices only | G |
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But passing from sorrow the spirit | A |
Of Music a glory doth rove | T |
Where it lightens the features of beauty | G |
And burns through the accents of love | T |
The passionate accents of love | T |
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No Lullaby Song Contralto | G |
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The night shades gather and the sea | G |
Sends up a sound sonorous deep | W |
The plover s wail comes down the lea | G |
By slope and vale the vapours weep | W |
And dew is on the tree | G |
And now where homesteads be | G |
The children fall asleep | W |
Asleep | W |
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A low voiced wind amongst the leaves | E |
The sighing leaves that mourn the Spring | Y |
Like some lone spirit flits and grieves | E |
And grieves and flits on fitful wing | Y |
But where Song is a guest | G |
A lulling dreamy thing | Y |
The children fall to rest | G |
To rest | G |
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No Waltz Chorus | E |
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When the summer moon is beaming | Y |
On the stirless waters dreaming | Y |
And the keen grey summits gleaming | Y |
Through a silver starry haze | E |
In our homes to strains entrancing | Y |
To the steps the quickly glancing | Y |
Steps of youths and maidens dancing | Y |
Maidens light of foot as fays | E |
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Then the waltz whose rhythmic paces | E |
Make melodious happy places | E |
Brings a brightness to young faces | E |
Brings a sweetness to the eyes | E |
Sounds that move us like enthralling | Y |
Accents where the runnel falling | Y |
Sends out flute like voices calling | Y |
Where the sweet wild moss bed lies | E |
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No Ballad Tenor | H |
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When twilight glides with ghostly tread | G |
Across the western heights | E |
And in the east the hills are red | G |
With sunset s fading lights | E |
Then music floats from cot and hall | M |
Where social circles met | G |
By sweet Euterpe held in thrall | M |
Their daily cares forget | G |
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What joy it is to watch the shine | Z |
That hallows beauty s face | E |
When woman sings the strains divine | Z |
Whose passion floods the place | E |
Then how the thoughts and feelings rove | T |
At song s inspiring breath | A2 |
In homes made beautiful by love | T |
Or sanctified by death | A2 |
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What visions come what dreams arise | E |
What Edens youth will limn | Z |
When leaning over her whose eyes | E |
Have sweetened life for him | I |
For while she sings and while she plays | E |
And while her voice is low | R |
His fancy paints diviner days | E |
Than any we can know | R |
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No Drinking Song | Y |
Men s voices only | G |
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But hurrah for the table that heavily groans | E |
With the good things that keep in the life | T |
When we sing and we dance and we drink to the tones | E |
That are masculine thorough and blithe | B2 |
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Good luck to us all Over walnuts and wine | Z |
We hear the rare songs that we know | R |
Are as brimful of mirth as the spring is of shine | Z |
And as healthy and hearty we trow | R |
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Then our glasses we charge to the ring of the stave | T |
That the flush to our faces doth send | G |
For though life is a thing that winds up with the grave | T |
We ll be jolly my boys to the end | G |
Hurrah Hurrah | C2 |
Yes jolly my boys to the end | G |
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No Recitative Bass | E |
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When far from friends and home and all the things | E |
That bind a man to life how dear to him | I |
Is any old familiar sound that takes | E |
Him back to spots where Love and Hope | D2 |
In past days used to wander hand in hand | G |
Across high flowered meadows and the paths | E |
Whose borders shared the beauty of the spring | Y |
And borrowed splendour from autumnal suns | E |
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No Chorus | E |
The voices accompanied only by the | E2 |
violins playing Home Sweet Home | I |
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Then at sea or in wild wood | G |
Then ashore or afloat | G |
All the scenes of his childhood | G |
Come back at a note | G |
At the turn of a ballad | G |
At the tones of a song | Y |
Cometh Memory pallid | G |
And speechless so long | Y |
And she points with her finger | H |
To phantom like years | E |
And loveth to linger | H |
In silence in tears | E |
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No Solo Bass | E |
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In the yellow flame of evening sounds of music come and go | R |
Through the noises of the river and the drifting of the snow | R |
In the yellow flame of evening at the setting of the day | G |
Sounds that lighten fall and lighten flicker faint and fade away | G |
What they are behold we know not but their honey slakes and slays | E |
Half the want which whitens manhood in the stress of alien days | E |
Even as a wondrous woman struck with love and great desire | H |
Hast thou been to us EUTERPE half of tears and half of fire | H |
But thy joy is swift and fitful and a subtle sense of pain | Z |
Sighs through thy melodious breathings takes the rapture from thy strain | Z |
In the yellow flame of evening sounds of music come and go | R |
Through the noises of the river and the drifting of the snow | R |
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No Recitative Soprano | R |
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And thus it is that Music manifold | G |
In fanes in Passion s sanctuaries or where | F2 |
The social feast is held is still the power | H |
That bindeth heart to heart and whether Grief | T |
Or Love or Pleasure form the link we know | R |
Tis still a bond that makes Humanity | G |
That wearied entity a single whole | G2 |
And soothes the trouble of the heart bereaved | G |
And lulls the beatings in the breast that yearns | E |
And gives more gladness to the gladdest things | E |
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No Finale Chorus | E |
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Now a vision comes | E |
Henry Kendall
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