The German Parnassus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BA CDDEEFFGGHH IIJ K KL MMIIIINNN O IOO IPPQQII IIR SR SR OOT UT UVV WWXXYY Z I IZMMIA2KB2C2C2 I WI WJLIID2 OD2 ORR IR I E2E2IIIII F2F2WWIID2D2G2G2H2H2 IIPPI2I2J2K2RRF2F2L2 L2 M2M2N2N2 O2 IO2 IL2L2XXP2Q2J2J2R2R2L 2L2L2 IIL2L2IIAAIIIA2 L2L2K L2 L2K IIL2 S2 S2L2IIL2L2IIII L2 K2L2 K2T2 U2T2 U2L L2L L2R IR I W ZU ZL2 L2L2 L2 R IR A2I L2I L2L2 V2 L2 V2I QI QI AI A W2 L2W2 L2L2 RL2 RL2 L2L2 L2'NEATH the shadow | A |
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Of these bushes | B |
On the meadow | A |
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Where the cooling water gushes | C |
Phoebus gave me when a boy | D |
All life's fullness to enjoy | D |
So in silence as the God | E |
Bade them with his sov'reign nod | E |
Sacred Muses train'd my days | F |
To his praise | F |
With the bright and silv'ry flood | G |
Of Parnassus stirr'd my blood | G |
And the seal so pure and chaste | H |
By them on my lips was placed | H |
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With her modest pinions see | I |
Philomel encircles me | I |
In these bushes in yon grove | J |
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Calls she to her sister throng | K |
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And their heavenly choral song | K |
Teaches me to dream of love | L |
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Fullness waxes in my breast | M |
Of emotions social blest | M |
Friendship's nurtured love awakes | I |
And the silence Phoebus breaks | I |
Of his mountains of his vales | I |
Sweetly blow the balmy gales | I |
All for whom he shows affection | N |
Who are worthy his protection | N |
Gladly follow his direction | N |
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This one comes with joyous bearing | O |
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And with open radiant gaze | I |
That a sterner look is wearing | O |
This one scarcely cured with daring | O |
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Wakes the strength of former days | I |
For the sweet destructive flame | P |
Pierced his marrow and his frame | P |
That which Amor stole before | Q |
Phoebus only can restore | Q |
Peace and joy and harmony | I |
Aspirations pure and free | I |
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Brethren rise ye | I |
Numbers prize ye | I |
Deeds of worth resemble they | R |
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Who can better than the bard | S |
Guide a friend when gone astray | R |
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If his duty he regard | S |
More he'll do than others may | R |
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Yes afar I hear them sing | O |
Yes I hear them touch the string | O |
And with mighty godlike stroke | T |
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Right and duty they inspire | U |
And evoke | T |
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As they sing and wake the lyre | U |
Tendencies of noblest worth | V |
To each type of strength give birth | V |
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Phantasies of sweetest power | W |
Flower | W |
Round about on ev'ry bough | X |
Bending now | X |
Like the magic wood of old | Y |
'Neath the fruit that gleams like gold | Y |
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What we feel and what we view | Z |
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In the land of highest bliss | I |
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This dear soil a sun like this | I |
Lures the best of women too | Z |
And the Muses' breathings blest | M |
Rouse the maiden's gentle breast | M |
Tune the throat to minstrelsy | I |
And with cheeks of beauteous dye | A2 |
Bid it sing a worthy song | K |
Sit the sister band among | B2 |
And their strains grow softer still | C2 |
As they vie with earnest will | C2 |
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One amongst the band betimes | I |
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Goes to wander | W |
By the beeches 'neath the limes | I |
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Yonder seeking finding yonder | W |
That which in the morning grove | J |
She had lost through roguish Love | L |
All her breast's first aspirations | I |
And her heart's calm meditations | I |
To the shady wood so fair | D2 |
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Gently stealing | O |
Takes she that which man can ne'er | D2 |
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Duly merit each soft feeling | O |
Disregards the noontide ray | R |
And the dew at close of day | R |
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In the plain her path she loses | I |
Ne'er disturb her on her way | R |
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Seek her silently ye Muses | I |
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Shouts I hear wherein the sound | E2 |
Of the waterfall is drown'd | E2 |
From the grove loud clamours rise | I |
Strange the tumult strange the cries | I |
See I rightly Can it be | I |
To the very sanctuary | I |
Lo an impious troop in hies | I |
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O'er the land | F2 |
Streams the band | F2 |
Hot desire | W |
Drunken fire | W |
In their gaze | I |
Wildly plays | I |
Makes their hair | D2 |
Bristle there | D2 |
And the troop | G2 |
With fell swoop | G2 |
Women men | H2 |
Coming then | H2 |
Ply their blows | I |
And expose | I |
Void of shame | P |
All the frame | P |
Iron shot | I2 |
Fierce and hot | I2 |
Strike with fear | J2 |
On the ear | K2 |
All they slay | R |
On their way | R |
O'er the land | F2 |
Pours the band | F2 |
All take flight | L2 |
At their sight | L2 |
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Ah o'er ev'ry plant they rush | M2 |
Ah their cruel footsteps crush | M2 |
All the flowers that fill their path | N2 |
Who will dare to stem their wrath | N2 |
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Brethren let us venture all | O2 |
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Virtue in your pure cheek glows | I |
Phoebus will attend our call | O2 |
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When he sees our heavy woes | I |
And that we may have aright | L2 |
Weapons suited to the fight | L2 |
He the mountain shaketh now | X |
From its brow | X |
Rattling down | P2 |
Stone on stone | Q2 |
Through the thicket spread appear | J2 |
Brethren seize them Wherefore fear | J2 |
Now the villain crew assail | R2 |
As though with a storm of hail | R2 |
And expel the strangers wild | L2 |
From these regions soft and mild | L2 |
Where the sun has ever smil'd | L2 |
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What strange wonder do I see | I |
Can it be | I |
All my limbs of power are reft | L2 |
And all strength my hand has left | L2 |
Can it he | I |
None are strangers that I see | I |
And our brethren 'tis who go | A |
On before the way to show | A |
Oh the reckless impious ones | I |
How they with their jarring tones | I |
Beat the time as on they hie | I |
Quick my brethren let us fly | A2 |
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To the rash ones yet a word | L2 |
Ay my voice shall now be heard | L2 |
As a peal of thunder strong | K |
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Words as poets' arms were made | L2 |
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When the god will he obey'd | L2 |
Follow fast his darts ere long | K |
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Was it possible that ye | I |
Thus your godlike dignity | I |
Should forget The Thyrsus rude | L2 |
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Must a heavy burden feel | S2 |
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To the hand but wont to steal | S2 |
O'er the lyre in gentle mood | L2 |
From the sparkling waterfalls | I |
From the brook that purling calls | I |
Shall Silenus' loathsome beast | L2 |
Be allow'd at will to feast | L2 |
Aganippe's wave he sips | I |
With profane and spreading lips | I |
With ungainly feet stamps madly | I |
Till the waters flow on sadly | I |
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Fain I'd think myself deluded | L2 |
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In the sadd'ning sounds I hear | K2 |
From the holy glades secluded | L2 |
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Hateful tones assail the ear | K2 |
Laughter wild exchange how mournful | T2 |
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Takes the place of love's sweet dream | U2 |
Women haters and the scornful | T2 |
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In exulting chorus scream | U2 |
Nightingale and turtle dove | L |
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Fly their nests so warm and chaste | L2 |
And inflamed with sensual love | L |
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Holds the Faun the Nymph embrac'd | L2 |
Here a garment's torn away | R |
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Scoffs succeed their sated bliss | I |
While the god with angry ray | R |
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Looks upon each impious kiss | I |
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Vapour smoke as from a fire | W |
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And advancing clouds I view | Z |
Chords not only grace the lyre | U |
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For the bow its chords bath too | Z |
Even the adorer's heart | L2 |
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Dreads the wild advancing hand | L2 |
For the flames that round them dart | L2 |
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Show the fierce destroyer's hand | L2 |
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Oh neglect not what I say | R |
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For I speak it lovingly | I |
From our boundaries haste away | R |
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From the god's dread anger fly | A2 |
Cleanse once more the holy place | I |
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Turn the savage train aside | L2 |
Earth contains upon its face | I |
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Many a spot unsanctified | L2 |
Here we only prize the good | L2 |
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Stars unsullied round us burn | V2 |
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If ye in repentant mood | L2 |
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From your wanderings would return | V2 |
If ye fail to find the bliss | I |
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That ye found with us of yore | Q |
Or when lawless mirth like this | I |
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Gives your hearts delight no more | Q |
Then return in pilgrim guise | I |
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Gladly up the mountain go | A |
While your strains repentant rise | I |
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And our brethren's advent show | A |
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Let a new born wreath entwine | W2 |
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Solemnly your temples round | L2 |
Rapture glows in hearts divine | W2 |
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When a long lost sinner's found | L2 |
Swifter e'en than Lathe's flood | L2 |
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Round Death's silent house can play | R |
Ev'ry error of the good | L2 |
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Will love's chalice wash away | R |
All will haste your steps to meet | L2 |
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As ye come in majesty | L2 |
Men your blessing will entreat | L2 |
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Ours ye thus will doubly be | L2 |
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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