Venetian Epigrams Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BC DE FC GH IJ K L MN OP N QR SC TR UT VW X E RC T N YO F C TZ A2 TPTB2 R C2 RT T D2Y TT E2 Y TY TL Y NF2TY N YG2 H2H2 H2 H2 YC H2 F2 TT H2| Urn and sarcophagus erst were with life adorn'd by the heathen | A |
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| Fauns are dancing around while with the Bacchanal troop | B |
| Chequerd circles they trace and the goat footed puffy cheekd player | C |
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| Wildly produceth hoarse tones out of the clamorous horn | D |
| Cymbals and drums resound we see and we hear too the marble | E |
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| Fluttering bird oh how sweet tastes the ripe fruit to thy bill | F |
| Noise there is none to disturb thee still less to scare away Amor | C |
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| Who in the midst of the throng learns to delight in his torch | G |
| Thus doth fullness overcome death and the ashes there cover'd | H |
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| Seem in that silent domain still to be gladdend with life | I |
| Thus may the minstrel's sarcophagus be hereafter surrounded | J |
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| With such a scroll which himself richly with life has adorn'd | K |
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| Clasp'd in my arms for ever eagerly hold I my mistress | L |
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| Ever my panting heart throbs wildly against her dear breast | M |
| And on her knees forever is leaning my head while I'm gazing | N |
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| Now on her sweet smiling mouth now on her bright sparkling eyes | O |
| Oh thou effeminate spake one and thus then thy days thou | P |
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| art spending | N |
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| Ah they in sorrow are spent List while I tell thee my tale | Q |
| Yes I have left my only joy in life far behind me | R |
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| Twenty long days hath my car borne me away from her sight | S |
| Vettrini defy me while crafty chamberlains flatter | C |
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| And the sly Valet de place thinks but of lies and deceit | T |
| If I attempt to escape the Postmaster fastens upon me | R |
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| Postboys the upper hand get custom house duties enrage | U |
| Truly I can't understand thee thou talkest enigmas thou seemest | T |
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| Wrapp'd in a blissful repose glad as Rinaldo of yore | V |
| Ah I myself understand full well 'tis my body that travels | W |
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| And 'tis my spirit that rests still in my mistress's arms | X |
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| I would liken this gondola unto the soft rocking cradle | E |
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| And the chest on its deck seems a vast coffin to be | R |
| Yes 'tween the cradle and coffin we totter and waver for ever | C |
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| On the mighty canal careless our lifetime is spent | T |
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| why are the people thus busily moving For food they are seeking | N |
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| Children they fain would beget feeding them well as they can | Y |
| Traveller mark this well and when thou art home do thou likewise | O |
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| More can no mortal effect work with what ardour he will | F |
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| I would compare to the land this anvil its lord to the hammer | C |
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| And to the people the plate which in the middle is bent | T |
| Sad is the poor tin plate's lot when the blows are but given at random | Z |
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| Ne'er will the kettle be made while they uncertainly fall | A2 |
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| What is the life of a man Yet thousands are ever accustom'd | T |
| Freely to talk about man what he has done too and how | P |
| Even less is a poem yet thousands read and enjoy it | T |
| Thousands abuse it My friend live and continue to rhyme | B2 |
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| Merry's the trade of a poet but somewhat a dear one I fear me | R |
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| For as my book grows apace all of my sequins I lose | C2 |
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| Is' thou'rt in earnest no longer delay but render me happy | R |
| Art thou in jest Ah sweet love time for all jesting is past | T |
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| Art thou then vex'd at my silence What shall I speak of Thou markest | T |
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| Neither my sorrowful sigh nor my soft eloquent look | D2 |
| Only one goddess is able the seal of my lips to unloosen | Y |
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| When by Aurora I'm found slumbering calm on thy breast | T |
| Ah then my hymn in the ears of the earliest gods shall be chaunted | T |
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| As the Memnonian form breath'd forth sweet secrets in song | E2 |
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| In the twilight of morning to climb to the top of the mountain | Y |
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| Thee to salute kindly star earliest herald of day | T |
| And to await with impatience the gaze of the ruler of heaven | Y |
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| Youthful delight oh oft lur'st thou me out in the night | T |
| Oh ye heralds of day ye heavenly eyes of my mistress | L |
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| Now ye appear and the sun evermore riseth too soon | Y |
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| Thou art amazed and dost point to the ocean It seems to be burning | N |
| Flame crested billows in play dart round our night moving bark | F2 |
| Me it astonisheth not of the ocean was born Aphrodite | T |
| Did not a flame too proceed from her for us in her son | Y |
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| Gleaming the ocean appear'd the beauteous billows were smiling | N |
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| While a fresh favouring wind filling the sails drove us on | Y |
| Free was my bosom from yearning yet soon my languishing glances | G2 |
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| Turn'd themselves backward in haste seeking the snow cover'd hills | H2 |
| Treasures unnumber'd are southwards lying Yet one to the northwards | H2 |
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| Draws me resistlessly back like the strong magnet in force | H2 |
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| Spacious and fair is the world yet oh how I thank the kind heavens | H2 |
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| That I a garden possess small though it be yet mine own | Y |
| One which enticeth me homewards why should a gardener wander | C |
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| Honour and pleasure he finds when to his garden he looks | H2 |
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| AH my maiden is going she mounts the vessel My monarch | F2 |
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| Aeolus potentate dread keep ev'ry storm far away | T |
| Oh thou fool cried the god ne'er fear the blustering tempest | T |
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| When Love flutters his wings then mayst thou dread the soft breeze | H2 |
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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