Venice Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DBDBEE BFBFGG AHAHAA BBBBBB BIBIJJ KAKAAA ALALAAA| IN domes of dim and ancient gold | A |
| In cloisters where the lightning plays | B |
| Where gleam the gorgeous saints of old | A |
| In aisles of jade and chrysoprase | B |
| In halls that wave like waving water | C |
| Still moves the voice of Ocean's daughter | C |
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| Venice What siren music then | D |
| Stirred on the shoals and shallow sea | B |
| When that small band of wandering men | D |
| First in their dreams imagined thee | B |
| And hung thy lyric splendour high | E |
| Between the water and the sky | E |
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| What Triton strains in other days | B |
| Were heard when on a sea of flame | F |
| Thy battlefleet swung through the haze | B |
| And homeward in her glory came | F |
| Bearing the beauty of the East | G |
| To make Thy happy saint a feast | G |
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| Now though that sceptre hand be cold | A |
| Those argent argosies no more | H |
| Their Tyrian tinted wings unfold | A |
| From Cyprus unto Elsinore | H |
| With broken sword and banner furled | A |
| How dies the Siren of the world | A |
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| The cloud has lifted from the stars | B |
| And now again the starlight falls | B |
| Now Venus calls again to Mars | B |
| And Bacchus reels about his halls | B |
| And lovely in a thousand forms | B |
| Our Lady drifts above the storms | B |
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| Among the moonlit marble lace | B |
| That wreathes this avenue forlorn | I |
| Some God has made his dwelling place | B |
| And takes his manna from the morn | I |
| And every young and wandering soul | J |
| That passes here must pay its toll | J |
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| Far off the city fades away | K |
| Save where one tow'r of rosy light | A |
| Like some dissolving shaft of day | K |
| Pierces the bosom of the night | A |
| The distant lightning breaks its shroud | A |
| Valhalla gleams beyond the cloud | A |
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| Alone we float through gulfs remote | A |
| The black canal no longer seen | L |
| My boat it is a fairy boat | A |
| Above the ripple silver green | L |
| Upon the wavelet violet crowned | A |
| My boat and I are outward bound | A |
| What | A |
Herbert Asquith
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