Hyperion: Book Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGBHIJKLMNOPQRS TUVWXYTZA2B2NC2D2TE2 F2G2H2I2J2K2L2TTM2N2 O2TTBP2Q2C2R2TTS2TT2 U2V2W2TTLX2Y2Z2TLA3B 3TC3LC2LD3E3LTE3Q2TL F3LTLE3M2NM2TG3H2E3E 3H3I3DLC2TLLLITLTLTL LLE3E3J3TLTE3G2LK3L3 M3LTTN3TO3LP3Thus in altemate uproar and sad peace | A |
Amazed were those Titans utterly | B |
O leave them Muse O leave them to their woes | C |
For thou art weak to sing such tumults dire | D |
A solitary sorrow best befits | E |
Thy lips and antheming a lonely grief | F |
Leave them O Muse for thou anon wilt find | G |
Many a fallen old Divinity | B |
Wandering in vain about bewildered shores | H |
Meantime touch piously the Delphic harp | I |
And not a wind of heaven but will breathe | J |
In aid soft warble from the Dorian flute | K |
For lo 'tis for the Father of all verse | L |
Flush everything that hath a vermeil hue | M |
Let the rose glow intense and warm the air | N |
And let the clouds of even and of morn | O |
Float in voluptuous fleeces o'er the hills | P |
Let the red wine within the goblet boil | Q |
Cold as a bubbling well let faint lipp'd shells | R |
On sands or in great deeps vermilion turn | S |
Through all their labyrinths and let the maid | T |
Blush keenly as with some warm kiss surpris'd | U |
Chief isle of the embowered Cyclades | V |
Rejoice O Delos with thine olives green | W |
And poplars and lawn shading palms and beech | X |
In which the Zephyr breathes the loudest song | Y |
And hazels thick dark stemm'd beneath the shade | T |
Apollo is once more the golden theme | Z |
Where was he when the Giant of the sun | A2 |
Stood bright amid the sorrow of his peers | B2 |
Together had he left his mother fair | N |
And his twin sister sleeping in their bower | C2 |
And in the morning twilight wandered forth | D2 |
Beside the osiers of a rivulet | T |
Full ankle deep in lilies of the vale | E2 |
The nightingale had ceas'd and a few stars | F2 |
Were lingering in the heavens while the thrush | G2 |
Began calm throated Throughout all the isle | H2 |
There was no covert no retired cave | I2 |
Unhaunted by the murmurous noise of waves | J2 |
Though scarcely heard in many a green recess | K2 |
He listen'd and he wept and his bright tears | L2 |
Went trickling down the golden bow he held | T |
Thus with half shut suffused eyes he stood | T |
While from beneath some cumbrous boughs hard by | M2 |
With solemn step an awful Goddess came | N2 |
And there was purport in her looks for him | O2 |
Which he with eager guess began to read | T |
Perplex'd the while melodiously he said | T |
How cam'st thou over the unfooted sea | B |
Or hath that antique mien and robed form | P2 |
Mov'd in these vales invisible till now | Q2 |
Sure I have heard those vestments sweeping o'er | C2 |
The fallen leaves when I have sat alone | R2 |
In cool mid forest Surely I have traced | T |
The rustle of those ample skirts about | T |
These grassy solitudes and seen the flowers | S2 |
Lift up their heads as still the whisper pass'd | T |
Goddess I have beheld those eyes before | T2 |
And their eternal calm and all that face | U2 |
Or I have dream'd Yes said the supreme shape | V2 |
Thou hast dream'd of me and awaking up | W2 |
Didst find a lyre all golden by thy side | T |
Whose strings touch'd by thy fingers all the vast | T |
Unwearied ear of the whole universe | L |
Listen'd in pain and pleasure at the birth | X2 |
Of such new tuneful wonder Is't not strange | Y2 |
That thou shouldst weep so gifted Tell me youth | Z2 |
What sorrow thou canst feel for I am sad | T |
When thou dost shed a tear explain thy griefs | L |
To one who in this lonely isle hath been | A3 |
The watcher of thy sleep and hours of life | B3 |
From the young day when first thy infant hand | T |
Pluck'd witless the weak flowers till thine arm | C3 |
Could bend that bow heroic to all times | L |
Show thy heart's secret to an ancient Power | C2 |
Who hath forsaken old and sacred thrones | L |
For prophecies of thee and for the sake | D3 |
Of loveliness new born Apollo then | E3 |
With sudden scrutiny and gloomless eyes | L |
Thus answer'd while his white melodious throat | T |
Throbb'd with the syllables Mnemosyne | E3 |
Thy name is on my tongue I know not how | Q2 |
Why should I tell thee what thou so well seest | T |
Why should I strive to show what from thy lips | L |
Would come no mystery For me dark dark | F3 |
And painful vile oblivion seals my eyes | L |
I strive to search wherefore I am so sad | T |
Until a melancholy numbs my limbs | L |
And then upon the grass I sit and moan | E3 |
Like one who once had wings O why should I | M2 |
Feel curs'd and thwarted when the liegeless air | N |
Yields to my step aspirant why should I | M2 |
Spurn the green turf as hateful to my feet | T |
Goddess benign point forth some unknown thing | G3 |
Are there not other regions than this isle | H2 |
What are the stars There is the sun the sun | E3 |
And the most patient brilliance of the moon | E3 |
And stars by thousands Point me out the way | H3 |
To any one particular beauteous star | I3 |
And I will flit into it with my lyre | D |
And make its silvery splendor pant with bliss | L |
I have heard the cloudy thunder Where is power | C2 |
Whose hand whose essence what divinity | T |
Makes this alarum in the elements | L |
While I here idle listen on the shores | L |
In fearless yet in aching ignorance | L |
O tell me lonely Goddess by thy harp | I |
That waileth every morn and eventide | T |
Tell me why thus I rave about these groves | L |
Mute thou remainest Mute yet I can read | T |
A wondrous lesson in thy silent face | L |
Knowledge enormous makes a God of me | T |
Names deeds gray legends dire events rebellions | L |
Majesties sovran voices agonies | L |
Creations and destroyings all at once | L |
Pour into the wide hollows of my brain | E3 |
And deify me as if some blithe wine | E3 |
Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk | J3 |
And so become immortal Thus the God | T |
While his enkindled eyes with level glance | L |
Beneath his white soft temples steadfast kept | T |
Trembling with light upon Mnemosyne | E3 |
Soon wild commotions shook him and made flush | G2 |
All the immortal fairness of his limbs | L |
Most like the struggle at the gate of death | K3 |
Or liker still to one who should take leave | L3 |
Of pale immortal death and with a pang | M3 |
As hot as death's is chill with fierce convulse | L |
Die into life so young Apollo anguish'd | T |
His very hair his golden tresses famed | T |
Kept undulation round his eager neck | N3 |
During the pain Mnemosyne upheld | T |
Her arms as one who prophesied At length | O3 |
Apollo shriek'd and lo from all his limbs | L |
Celestial | P3 |
John Keats
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