The God And The Bayadere - An Indian Legend Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B A B C D C DEED F G F G H H IJKI L M L M N O N OPPO Q R Q R S T S TUVT W M W M X T X THHT Y Z Y Z H A2 H A2B2B2A2 H C2 H C2 D2 E2 D2 E2F2F2E2 H H H H G2 H2 G2 H2WWH2 H H H H W W W WI2I2WMAHADEVA Lord of earth | A |
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For the sixth time comes below | B |
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As a man of mortal birth | A |
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Like him feeling joy and woe | B |
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Hither loves he to repair | C |
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And his power behind to leave | D |
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If to punish or to spare | C |
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Men as man he'd fain perceive | D |
And when he the town as a trav'ller hath seen | E |
Observing the mighty regarding the mean | E |
He quits it to go on his journey at eve | D |
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He was leaving now the place | F |
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When an outcast met his eyes | G |
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Fair in form with painted face | F |
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Where some straggling dwellings rise | G |
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Maiden hail Thanks welcome here | H |
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Stay I'll join thee in the road ' | - |
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Who art thou A Bayadere | H |
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And this house is love's abode | I |
The cymbal she hastens to play for the dance | J |
Well skill'd in its mazes the sight to entrance | K |
Then by her with grace is the nosegay bestow'd | I |
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Then she draws him as in play | L |
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O'er the threshold eagerly | M |
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Beauteous stranger light as day | L |
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Thou shalt soon this cottage see | M |
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I'll refresh thee if thou'rt tired | N |
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And will bathe thy weary feet | O |
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Take whate'er by thee's desired | N |
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Toying rest or rapture sweet | O |
She busily seeks his feign'd suff'rings to ease | P |
Then smiles the Immortal with pleasure he sees | P |
That with kindness a heart so corrupted can beat | O |
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And he makes her act the part | Q |
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Of a slave he's straight obey'd | R |
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What at first had been but art | Q |
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Soon is nature in the maid | R |
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By degrees the fruit we find | S |
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Where the buds at first obtain | T |
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When obedience fills the mind | S |
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Love will never far remain | T |
But sharper and sharper the maiden to prove | U |
The Discerner of all things below and above | V |
Feigns pleasure and horror and maddening pain | T |
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And her painted cheeks he kisses | W |
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And his vows her heart enthrall | M |
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Feeling love's sharp pangs and blisses | W |
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Soon her tears begin to fall | M |
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At his feet she now must sink | X |
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Not with thoughts of lust or gain | T |
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And her slender members shrink | X |
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And devoid of power remain | T |
And so the bright hours with gladness prepare | H |
Their dark pleasing veil of a texture so fair | H |
And over the couch softly tranquilly reign | T |
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Late she falls asleep thus bless'd | Y |
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Early wakes her slumbers fled | Z |
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And she finds the much loved guest | Y |
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On her bosom lying dead | Z |
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Screaming falls she on him there | H |
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But alas too late to save | A2 |
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And his rigid limbs they bear | H |
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Straightway to their fiery grave | A2 |
Then hears she the priests and the funeral song | B2 |
Then madly she runs and she severs the throng | B2 |
Why press tow'rd the pile thus Why scream thus and rave | A2 |
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Then she sinks beside his bier | H |
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And her screams through air resound | C2 |
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I must seek my spouse so dear | H |
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E'en if in the grave he's bound | C2 |
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Shall those limbs of grace divine | D2 |
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Fall to ashes in my sight | E2 |
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Mine he was Yes only mine | D2 |
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Ah one single blissful night | E2 |
The priests chaunt in chorus We bear out the old | F2 |
When long they've been weary and late they've grown cold | F2 |
We bear out the young too so thoughtless and light | E2 |
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To thy priests' commands give ear | H |
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This one was thy husband ne'er | H |
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Live still as a Bayadere | H |
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And no duty thou need'st share | H |
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To deaths silent realms from life | G2 |
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None but shades attend man's frame | H2 |
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With the husband none but wife | G2 |
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That is duty that is fame | H2 |
Ye trumpets your sacred lament haste to raise | W |
Oh welcome ye gods the bright lustre of days | W |
Oh welcome to heaven the youth from the flame | H2 |
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Thus increased her torments are | H |
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By the cruel heartless quire | H |
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And with arms outstretching far | H |
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Leaps she on the glowing pyre | H |
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But the youth divine outsprings | W |
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From the flame with heav'nly grace | W |
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And on high his flight he wings | W |
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While his arms his love embrace | W |
In the sinner repentant the Godhead feels joy | I2 |
Immortals delight thus their might to employ | I2 |
Lost children to raise to a heavenly place | W |
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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