Imitation Of Spenser Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABBCBCC DEDEEFEFE EGEHHIHII EJFJJKJKKNow Morning from her orient chamber came | A |
And her first footsteps touch'd a verdant hill | B |
Crowning its lawny crest with amber flame | A |
Silv'ring the untainted gushes of its rill | B |
Which pure from mossy beds did down distill | B |
And after parting beds of simple flowers | C |
By many streams a little lake did fill | B |
Which round its marge reflected woven bowers | C |
And in its middle space a sky that never lowers | C |
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There the king fisher saw his plumage bright | D |
Vieing with fish of brilliant dye below | E |
Whose silken fins and golden scales' light | D |
Cast upward through the waves a ruby glow | E |
There saw the swan his neck of arched snow | E |
And oar'd himself along with majesty | F |
Sparkled his jetty eyes his feet did show | E |
Beneath the waves like Afric's ebony | F |
And on his back a fay reclined voluptuously | E |
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Ah could I tell the wonders of an isle | E |
That in that fairest lake had placed been | G |
I could e'en Dido of her grief beguile | E |
Or rob from aged Lear his bitter teen | H |
For sure so fair a place was never seen | H |
Of all that ever charm'd romantic eye | I |
It seem'd an emerald in the silver sheen | H |
Of the bright waters or as when on high | I |
Through clouds of fleecy white laughs the c rulean sky | I |
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And all around it dipp'd luxuriously | E |
Slopings of verdure through the glossy tide | J |
Which as it were in gentle amity | F |
Rippled delighted up the flowery side | J |
As if to glean the ruddy tears it tried | J |
Which fell profusely from the rose tree stem | K |
Haply it was the workings of its pride | J |
In strife to throw upon the shore a gem | K |
Outviewing all the buds in Flora's diadem | K |
John Keats
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