Coplas De Manrique (from The Spanish) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCDB EEFGGF HHIGGI JKEGGE BBLGGL EEMGGM NNOBBO BBPGGB GGQEEQ BBRGGR GGGPPG QQSBBS TTBBPB UUVGGV WWEXXE BBYGGY SSEZZE GGA2KKA2 GGGEEG GGCBBD LLEPPE GGPB2B2B C2C2VBBV GGKD2D2K GGBGGB E2E2XF2F2X NNZGGZ NNVG2G2V SSBGGB XXGEEG H2H2DBBI PBB2I2I2B2 H2H2GSSG A2A2A2GGA2 GGGGGG J2J2A2A2A2A2 BBGGGG GGA2BBA2 K2K2KBBK G2G2BBK2B A2A2K2GGK2 A2A2A2SSA2 PBBGGK2

O let the soul her slumbers breakA
Let thought be quickened and awakeA
Awake to seeB
How soon this life is past and goneC
And death comes softly stealing onD
How silentlyB
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Swiftly our pleasures glide awayE
Our hearts recall the distant dayE
With many sighsF
The moments that are speeding fastG
We heed not but the past the pastG
More highly prizeF
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Onward its course the present keepsH
Onward the constant current sweepsH
Till life is doneI
And did we judge of time arightG
The past and future in their flightG
Would be as oneI
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Let no one fondly dream againJ
That Hope and all her shadowy trainK
Will not decayE
Fleeting as were the dreams of oldG
Remembered like a tale that's toldG
They pass awayE
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Our lives are rivers gliding freeB
To that unfathomed boundless seaB
The silent graveL
Thither all earthly pomp and boastG
Roll to be swallowed up and lostG
In one dark waveL
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Thither the mighty torrents strayE
Thither the brook pursues its wayE
And tinkling rillM
There all are equal side by sideG
The poor man and the son of prideG
Lie calm and stillM
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I will not here invoke the throngN
Of orators and sons of songN
The deathless fewO
Fiction entices and deceivesB
And sprinkled o'er her fragrant leavesB
Lies poisonous dewO
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To One alone my thoughts ariseB
The Eternal Truth the Good and WiseB
To Him I cryP
Who shared on earth our common lotG
But the world comprehended notG
His deityB
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This world is but the rugged roadG
Which leads us to the bright abodeG
Of peace aboveQ
So let us choose that narrow wayE
Which leads no traveller's foot astrayE
From realms of loveQ
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Our cradle is the starting placeB
Life is the running of the raceB
We reach the goalR
When in the mansions of the blestG
Death leaves to its eternal restG
The weary soulR
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Did we but use it as we oughtG
This world would school each wandering thoughtG
To its high stateG
Faith wings the soul beyond the skyP
Up to that better world on highP
For which we waitG
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Yes the glad messenger of loveQ
To guide us to our home aboveQ
The Saviour cameS
Born amid mortal cares and fearsB
He suffered in this vale of tearsB
A death of shameS
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Behold of what delusive worthT
The bubbles we pursue on earthT
The shapes we chaseB
Amid a world of treacheryB
They vanish ere death shuts the eyeP
And leave no traceB
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Time steals them from us chances strangeU
Disastrous accident and changeU
That come to allV
Even in the most exalted stateG
Relentless sweeps the stroke of fateG
The strongest fallV
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Tell me the charms that lovers seekW
In the clear eye and blushing cheekW
The hues that playE
O'er rosy lip and brow of snowX
When hoary age approaches slowX
Ah where are theyE
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The cunning skill the curious artsB
The glorious strength that youth impartsB
In life's first stageY
These shall become a heavy weightG
When Time swings wide his outward gateG
To weary ageY
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The noble blood of Gothic nameS
Heroes emblazoned high to fameS
In long arrayE
How in the onward course of timeZ
The landmarks of that race sublimeZ
Were swept awayE
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Some the degraded slaves of lustG
Prostrate and trampled in the dustG
Shall rise no moreA2
Others by guilt and crime maintainK
The scutcheon that without a stainK
Their fathers boreA2
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Wealth and the high estate of prideG
With what untimely speed they glideG
How soon departG
Bid not the shadowy phantoms stayE
The vassals of a mistress theyE
Of fickle heartG
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These gifts in Fortune's hands are foundG
Her swift revolving wheel turns roundG
And they are goneC
No rest the inconstant goddess knowsB
But changing and without reposeB
Still hurries onD
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Even could the hand of avarice saveL
Its gilded baubles till the graveL
Reclaimed its preyE
Let none on such poor hopes relyP
Life like an empty dream flits byP
And where are theyE
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Earthly desires and sensual lustG
Are passions springing from the dustG
They fade and dieP
But in the life beyond the tombB2
They seal the immortal spirits doomB2
EternallyB
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The pleasures and delights which maskC2
In treacherous smiles life's serious taskC2
What are they allV
But the fleet coursers of the chaseB
And death an ambush in the raceB
Wherein we fallV
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No foe no dangerous pass we heedG
Brook no delay but onward speedG
With loosened reinK
And when the fatal snare is nearD2
We strive to check our mad careerD2
But strive in vainK
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Could we new charms to age impartG
And fashion with a cunning artG
The human faceB
As we can clothe the soul with lightG
And make the glorious spirit brightG
With heavenly graceB
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How busily each passing hourE2
Should we exert that magic powerE2
What ardor showX
To deck the sensual slave of sinF2
Yet leave the freeborn soul withinF2
In weeds of woeX
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Monarchs the powerful and the strongN
Famous in history and in songN
Of olden timeZ
Saw by the stern decrees of fateG
Their kingdoms lost and desolateG
Their race sublimeZ
-
Who is the champion who the strongN
Pontiff and priest and sceptred throngN
On these shall fallV
As heavily the hand of DeathG2
As when it stays the shepherd's breathG2
Beside his stallV
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I speak not of the Trojan nameS
Neither its glory nor its shameS
Has met our eyesB
Nor of Rome's great and glorious deadG
Though we have heard so oft and readG
Their historiesB
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Little avails it now to knowX
Of ages passed so long agoX
Nor how they rolledG
Our theme shall be of yesterdayE
Which to oblivion sweeps awayE
Like day's of oldG
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Where is the King Don Juan WhereH2
Each royal prince and noble heirH2
Of AragonD
Where are the courtly gallantriesB
The deeds of love and high empriseB
In battle doneI
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Tourney and joust that charmed the eyeP
And scarf and gorgeous panoplyB
And nodding plumeB2
What were they but a pageant sceneI2
What but the garlands gay and greenI2
That deck the tombB2
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Where are the high born dames and whereH2
Their gay attire and jewelled hairH2
And odors sweetG
Where are the gentle knights that cameS
To kneel and breathe love's ardent flameS
Low at their feetG
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Where is the song of TroubadourA2
Where are the lute and gay tambourA2
They loved of yoreA2
Where is the mazy dance of oldG
The flowing robes inwrought with goldG
The dancers woreA2
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And he who next the sceptre swayedG
Henry whose royal court displayedG
Such power and prideG
O in what winning smiles arrayedG
The world its various pleasures laidG
His throne besideG
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But O how false and full of guileJ2
That world which wore so soft a smileJ2
But to betrayA2
She that had been his friend beforeA2
Now from the fated monarch toreA2
Her charms awayA2
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The countless gifts the stately wallsB
The loyal palaces and hallsB
All filled with goldG
Plate with armorial bearings wroughtG
Chambers with ample treasures fraughtG
Of wealth untoldG
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The noble steeds and harness brightG
And gallant lord and stalwart knightG
In rich arrayA2
Where shall we seek them now AlasB
Like the bright dewdrops on the grassB
They passed awayA2
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His brother too whose factious zealK2
Usurped the sceptre of CastileK2
Unskilled to reignK
What a gay brilliant court had heB
When all the flower of chivalryB
Was in his trainK
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But he was mortal and the breathG2
That flamed from the hot forge of DeathG2
Blasted his yearsB
Judgment of God that flame by theeB
When raging fierce and fearfullyK2
Was quenched in tearsB
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Spain's haughty Constable the trueA2
And gallant Master whom we knewA2
Most loved of allK2
Breathe not a whisper of his prideG
He on the gloomy scaffold diedG
Ignoble fallK2
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The countless treasures of his careA2
His villages and villas fairA2
His mighty powerA2
What were they all but grief and shameS
Tears and a broken heart when cameS
The parting hourA2
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His other brothers proud and highP
Masters who in prosperityB
Might rival kingsB
Who made the bravest and the bestG
The bondsmen of their high behestG
Their underlK2

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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