Euterpe: A Cantanta Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Euterpe: A Cantanta Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Argument	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