Alexander's Feast; Or, The Power Of Music Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDDDEEEFGGF HIIHIHHHJKLLMMDDDNOJ JN PPQQRRQPSTTTTS SUSVVEEWWXBABYZA2VVB B2C2B2C2 D2D2HHE2E2F2F2G2G2G2 G2D2D2H2I2SFFJ2UJ2J2 UST TJ2J2J2J2VF2K2FVJ2J2 SSSJ2J2HVVL2L2M2M2L2 C2C2J2J2ITN2N2O2VVO2 VP2VP2| 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won | A |
| By Philip's warlike son | A |
| Aloft in awful state | B |
| The godlike hero sate | B |
| On his imperial throne | C |
| His valiant peers were placed around | D |
| Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound | D |
| So should desert in arms be crowned | D |
| The lovely Thais by his side | E |
| Sate like a blooming eastern bride | E |
| In flower of youth and beauty's pride | E |
| Happy happy happy pair | F |
| None but the brave | G |
| None but the brave | G |
| None but the brave deserves the fair | F |
| - | |
| Timotheus placed on high | H |
| Amid the tuneful quire | I |
| With flying fingers touched the lyre | I |
| The trembling notes ascend the sky | H |
| And heavenly joys inspire | I |
| The song began from Jove | H |
| Who left his blissful seats above | H |
| Such is the power of mighty love | H |
| A dragon's fiery form belied the god | J |
| Sublime on radiant spires he rode | K |
| When he to fair Olympia prest | L |
| And while he sought her snowy breast | L |
| Then round her slender waist he curled | M |
| And stamped an image of himself a sovereign of the world | M |
| The listening crowd admire the lofty sound | D |
| A present deity they shout around | D |
| A present deity the vaulted roofs rebound | D |
| With ravished ears | N |
| The monarch hears | O |
| Assumes the god | J |
| Affects to nod | J |
| And seems to shake the spheres | N |
| - | |
| The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung | P |
| Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young | P |
| The jolly god in triumph comes | Q |
| Sound the trumpets beat the drums | Q |
| Flushed with a purple grace | R |
| He shows his honest face | R |
| Now give the hautboys breath he comes he comes | Q |
| Bacchus ever fair and young | P |
| Drinking joys did first ordain | S |
| Bacchus' blessings are a treasure | T |
| Drinking is the soldier's pleasure | T |
| Rich the treasure | T |
| Sweet the pleasure | T |
| Sweet is pleasure after pain | S |
| - | |
| Soothed with the sound the king grew vain | S |
| Fought all his battles o'er again | U |
| And thrice he routed all his foes and thrice he slew the slain | S |
| The master saw the madness rise | V |
| His glowing cheeks his ardent eyes | V |
| And while he Heaven and Earth defied | E |
| Changed his hand and checked his pride | E |
| He chose a mournful Muse | W |
| Soft pity to infuse | W |
| He sung Darius great and good | X |
| By too severe a fate | B |
| Fallen fallen fallen fallen | A |
| Fallen from his high estate | B |
| And weltering in his blood | Y |
| Deserted at his utmost need | Z |
| By those his former bounty fed | A2 |
| On the bare earth exposed he lies | V |
| With not a friend to close his eyes | V |
| With downcast looks the joyless victor sate | B |
| Revolving in his altered soul | B2 |
| The various turns of Chance below | C2 |
| And now and then a sigh he stole | B2 |
| And tears began to flow | C2 |
| - | |
| The mighty master smiled to see | D2 |
| That love was in the next degree | D2 |
| 'Twas but a kindred sound to move | H |
| For pity melts the mind to love | H |
| Softly sweet in Lydian measures | E2 |
| Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures | E2 |
| War he sung is toil and trouble | F2 |
| Honour but an empty bubble | F2 |
| Never ending still beginning | G2 |
| Fighting still and still destroying | G2 |
| If the world be worth thy winning | G2 |
| Think O think it worth enjoying | G2 |
| Lovely Thais sits beside thee | D2 |
| Take the good the gods provide thee | D2 |
| The many rend the skies with loud applause | H2 |
| So Love was crowned but Music won the cause | I2 |
| The prince unable to conceal his pain | S |
| Gazed on the fair | F |
| Who caused his care | F |
| And sighed and looked sighed and looked | J2 |
| Sighed and looked and sighed again | U |
| At length with love and wine at once opprest | J2 |
| The vanquished victor sunk upon her breast | J2 |
| - | |
| Now strike the golden lyre again | U |
| A louder yet and yet a louder strain | S |
| Break his bands of sleep asunder | T |
| - | |
| And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder | T |
| Hark hark the horrid sound | J2 |
| Has raised up his head | J2 |
| As awaked from the dead | J2 |
| And amazed he stares around | J2 |
| Revenge revenge Timotheus cries | V |
| See the Furies arisel | F2 |
| See the snakes that they rear | K2 |
| How they hiss in their hair | F |
| And the sparkles that flash from their eyes | V |
| Behold a ghastly band | J2 |
| Each a torch in his hand | J2 |
| Those are Grecian ghosts that in battle were slain | S |
| And unburied remain | S |
| Inglorious on the plain | S |
| Give the vengeance due | J2 |
| To the valiant crew | J2 |
| Behold how they toss their torches on high | H |
| How they point to the Persian abodes | V |
| And glittering temples of their hostile gods | V |
| The princes applaud with a furious joy | L2 |
| And the King seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy | L2 |
| Thais led the way | M2 |
| To light him to his prey | M2 |
| And like another Helen fired another Troy | L2 |
| - | |
| Thus long ago | C2 |
| Ere heaving bellows learned to blow | C2 |
| While organs yet were mute | J2 |
| Timotheus to his breathing flute | J2 |
| And sounding lyre | I |
| Could swell the soul to rage or kindle soft desire | T |
| At last divine Cecilia came | N2 |
| Inventress of the vocal frame | N2 |
| The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store | O2 |
| Enlarged the former narrow bounds | V |
| And added length to solemn sounds | V |
| With Nature's mother wit and arts unknown before | O2 |
| Let old Timotheus yield the prize | V |
| Or both divide the crown | P2 |
| He raised a mortal to the skies | V |
| She drew an angel down | P2 |
John Dryden
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