Lamia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Upon a time before the faery broods | B |
| Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods | B |
| Before King Oberon's bright diadem | C |
| Sceptre and mantle clasp'd with dewy gem | C |
| Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns | B |
| From rushes green and brakes and cowslip'd lawns | B |
| The ever smitten Hermes empty left | D |
| His golden throne bent warm on amorous theft | D |
| From high Olympus had he stolen light | E |
| On this side of Jove's clouds to escape the sight | E |
| Of his great summoner and made retreat | F |
| Into a forest on the shores of Crete | F |
| For somewhere in that sacred island dwelt | G |
| A nymph to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt | G |
| At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured | H |
| Pearls while on land they wither'd and adored | H |
| Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont | I |
| And in those meads where sometime she might haunt | J |
| Were strewn rich gifts unknown to any Muse | B |
| Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose | B |
| Ah what a world of love was at her feet | F |
| So Hermes thought and a celestial heat | F |
| Burnt from his winged heels to either ear | K |
| That from a whiteness as the lily clear | L |
| Blush'd into roses 'mid his golden hair | M |
| Fallen in jealous curls about his shoulders bare | M |
| From vale to vale from wood to wood he flew | N |
| Breathing upon the flowers his passion new | N |
| And wound with many a river to its head | O |
| To find where this sweet nymph prepar'd her secret bed | O |
| In vain the sweet nymph might nowhere be found | P |
| And so he rested on the lonely ground | P |
| Pensive and full of painful jealousies | B |
| Of the Wood Gods and even the very trees | B |
| There as he stood he heard a mournful voice | B |
| Such as once heard in gentle heart destroys | B |
| All pain but pity thus the lone voice spake | Q |
| When from this wreathed tomb shall I awake | Q |
| When move in a sweet body fit for life | R |
| And love and pleasure and the ruddy strife | R |
| Of hearts and lips Ah miserable me | S |
| The God dove footed glided silently | S |
| Round bush and tree soft brushing in his speed | T |
| The taller grasses and full flowering weed | T |
| Until he found a palpitating snake | Q |
| Bright and cirque couchant in a dusky brake | Q |
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| She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue | N |
| Vermilion spotted golden green and blue | N |
| Striped like a zebra freckled like a pard | T |
| Eyed like a peacock and all crimson barr'd | T |
| And full of silver moons that as she breathed | T |
| Dissolv'd or brighter shone or interwreathed | T |
| Their lustres with the gloomier tapestries | B |
| So rainbow sided touch'd with miseries | B |
| She seem'd at once some penanced lady elf | U |
| Some demon's mistress or the demon's self | U |
| Upon her crest she wore a wannish fire | V |
| Sprinkled with stars like Ariadne's tiar | V |
| Her head was serpent but ah bitter sweet | T |
| She had a woman's mouth with all its pearls complete | T |
| And for her eyes what could such eyes do there | V |
| But weep and weep that they were born so fair | V |
| As Proserpine still weeps for her Sicilian air | V |
| Her throat was serpent but the words she spake | Q |
| Came as through bubbling honey for Love's sake | Q |
| And thus while Hermes on his pinions lay | W |
| Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey | W |
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| Fair Hermes crown'd with feathers fluttering light | T |
| I had a splendid dream of thee last night | T |
| I saw thee sitting on a throne of gold | T |
| Among the Gods upon Olympus old | T |
| The only sad one for thou didst not hear | V |
| The soft lute finger'd Muses chaunting clear | V |
| Nor even Apollo when he sang alone | X |
| Deaf to his throbbing throat's long long melodious moan | X |
| I dreamt I saw thee robed in purple flakes | B |
| Break amorous through the clouds as morning breaks | B |
| And swiftly as a bright Phoebean dart | T |
| Strike for the Cretan isle and here thou art | T |
| Too gentle Hermes hast thou found the maid | T |
| Whereat the star of Lethe not delay'd | T |
| His rosy eloquence and thus inquired | T |
| Thou smooth lipp'd serpent surely high inspired | T |
| Thou beauteous wreath with melancholy eyes | B |
| Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise | B |
| Telling me only where my nymph is fled | T |
| Where she doth breathe Bright planet thou hast said | T |
| Return'd the snake but seal with oaths fair God | T |
| I swear said Hermes by my serpent rod | T |
| And by thine eyes and by thy starry crown | Y |
| Light flew his earnest words among the blossoms blown | X |
| Then thus again the brilliance feminine | Z |
| Too frail of heart for this lost nymph of thine | A2 |
| Free as the air invisibly she strays | B |
| About these thornless wilds her pleasant days | B |
| She tastes unseen unseen her nimble feet | T |
| Leave traces in the grass and flowers sweet | T |
| From weary tendrils and bow'd branches green | B2 |
| She plucks the fruit unseen she bathes unseen | B2 |
| And by my power is her beauty veil'd | T |
| To keep it unaffronted unassail'd | T |
| By the love glances of unlovely eyes | B |
| Of Satyrs Fauns and blear'd Silenus' sighs | B |
| Pale grew her immortality for woe | C2 |
| Of all these lovers and she grieved so | C2 |
| I took compassion on her bade her steep | D2 |
| Her hair in weird syrops that would keep | D2 |
| Her loveliness invisible yet free | V |
| To wander as she loves in liberty | V |
| Thou shalt behold her Hermes thou alone | X |
| If thou wilt as thou swearest grant my boon | E2 |
| Then once again the charmed God began | F2 |
| An oath and through the serpent's ears it ran | F2 |
| Warm tremulous devout psalterian | F2 |
| Ravish'd she lifted her Circean head | T |
| Blush'd a live damask and swift lisping said | T |
| I was a woman let me have once more | V |
| A woman's shape and charming as before | V |
| I love a youth of Corinth O the bliss | B |
| Give me my woman's form and place me where he is | B |
| Stoop Hermes let me breathe upon thy brow | V |
| And thou shalt see thy sweet nymph even now | V |
| The God on half shut feathers sank serene | F2 |
| She breath'd upon his eyes and swift was seen | F2 |
| Of both the guarded nymph near smiling on the green | F2 |
| It was no dream or say a dream it was | B |
| Real are the dreams of Gods and smoothly pass | B |
| Their pleasures in a long immortal dream | G2 |
| One warm flush'd moment hovering it might seem | G2 |
| Dash'd by the wood nymph's beauty so he burn'd | T |
| Then lighting on the printless verdure turn'd | T |
| To the swoon'd serpent and with languid arm | H2 |
| Delicate put to proof the lythe Caducean charm | H2 |
| So done upon the nymph his eyes he bent | T |
| Full of adoring tears and blandishment | T |
| And towards her stept she like a moon in wane | F2 |
| Faded before him cower'd nor could restrain | F2 |
| Her fearful sobs self folding like a flower | V |
| That faints into itself at evening hour | V |
| But the God fostering her chilled hand | T |
| She felt the warmth her eyelids open'd bland | T |
| And like new flowers at morning song of bees | B |
| Bloom'd and gave up her honey to the lees | B |
| Into the green recessed woods they flew | N |
| Nor grew they pale as mortal lovers do | N |
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| Left to herself the serpent now began | F2 |
| To change her elfin blood in madness ran | F2 |
| Her mouth foam'd and the grass therewith besprent | N |
| Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent | N |
| Her eyes in torture fix'd and anguish drear | V |
| Hot glaz'd and wide with lid lashes all sear | V |
| Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks without one cooling tear | V |
| The colours all inflam'd throughout her train | F2 |
| She writh'd about convuls'd with scarlet pain | F2 |
| A deep volcanian yellow took the place | B |
| Of all her milder mooned body's grace | B |
| And as the lava ravishes the mead | N |
| Spoilt all her silver mail and golden brede | N |
| Made gloom of all her frecklings streaks and bars | B |
| Eclips'd her crescents and lick'd up her stars | B |
| So that in moments few she was undrest | N |
| Of all her sapphires greens and amethyst | N |
| And rubious argent of all these bereft | N |
| Nothing but pain and ugliness were left | N |
| Still shone her crown that vanish'd also she | V |
| Melted and disappear'd as suddenly | V |
| And in the air her new voice luting soft | N |
| Cried Lycius gentle Lycius Borne aloft | N |
| With the bright mists about the mountains hoar | V |
| These words dissolv'd Crete's forests heard no more | V |
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| Whither fled Lamia now a lady bright | N |
| A full born beauty new and exquisite | N |
| She fled into that valley they pass o'er | V |
| Who go to Corinth from Cenchreas' shore | V |
| And rested at the foot of those wild hills | B |
| The rugged founts of the Peraean rills | B |
| And of that other ridge whose barren back | I2 |
| Stretches with all its mist and cloudy rack | I2 |
| South westward to Cleone There she stood | N |
| About a young bird's flutter from a wood | N |
| Fair on a sloping green of mossy tread | N |
| By a clear pool wherein she passioned | N |
| To see herself escap'd from so sore ills | B |
| While her robes flaunted with the daffodils | B |
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| Ah happy Lycius for she was a maid | N |
| More beautiful than ever twisted braid | N |
| Or sigh'd or blush'd or on spring flowered lea | V |
| Spread a green kirtle to the minstrelsy | B |
| A virgin purest lipp'd yet in the lore | V |
| Of love deep learned to the red heart's core | V |
| Not one hour old yet of sciential brain | F2 |
| To unperplex bliss from its neighbour pain | F2 |
| Define their pettish limits and estrange | J2 |
| Their points of contact and swift counterchange | J2 |
| Intrigue with the specious chaos and dispart | N |
| Its most ambiguous atoms with sure art | N |
| As though in Cupid's college she had spent | N |
| Sweet days a lovely graduate still unshent | N |
| And kept his rosy terms in idle languishment | N |
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| Why this fair creature chose so fairily | V |
| By the wayside to linger we shall see | B |
| But first 'Tis fit to tell how she could muse | B |
| And dream when in the serpent prison house | B |
| Of all she list strange or magnificent | N |
| How ever where she will'd her spirit went | N |
| Whether to faint Elysium or where | V |
| Down through tress lifting waves the Nereids fair | V |
| Wind into Thetis' bower by many a pearly stair | V |
| Or where God Bacchus drains his cups divine | F2 |
| Stretch'd out at ease beneath a glutinous pine | F2 |
| Or where in Pluto's gardens palatine | F2 |
| Mulciber's columns gleam in far piazzian line | F2 |
| And sometimes into cities she would send | N |
| Her dream with feast and rioting to blend | N |
| And once while among mortals dreaming thus | B |
| She saw the young Corinthian Lycius | B |
| Charioting foremost in the envious race | B |
| Like a young Jove with calm uneager face | B |
| And fell into a swooning love of him | K2 |
| Now on the moth time of that evening dim | K2 |
| He would return that way as well she knew | N |
| To Corinth from the shore for freshly blew | N |
| The eastern soft wind and his galley now | V |
| Grated the quaystones with her brazen prow | V |
| In port Cenchreas from Egina isle | V |
| Fresh anchor'd whither he had been awhile | V |
| To sacrifice to Jove whose temple there | V |
| Waits with high marble doors for blood and incense rare | V |
| Jove heard his vows and better'd his desire | V |
| For by some freakful chance he made retire | V |
| From his companions and set forth to walk | L2 |
| Perhaps grown wearied of their Corinth talk | L2 |
| Over the solitary hills he fared | N |
| Thoughtless at first but ere eve's star appeared | N |
| His phantasy was lost where reason fades | B |
| In the calm'd twilight of Platonic shades | B |
| Lamia beheld him coming near more near | V |
| Close to her passing in indifference drear | V |
| His silent sandals swept the mossy green | F2 |
| So neighbour'd to him and yet so unseen | F2 |
| She stood he pass'd shut up in mysteries | B |
| His mind wrapp'd like his mantle while her eyes | B |
| Follow'd his steps and her neck regal white | N |
| Turn'd syllabling thus Ah Lycius bright | N |
| And will you leave me on the hills alone | F2 |
| Lycius look back and be some pity shown | F2 |
| He did not with cold wonder fearingly | V |
| But Orpheus like at an Eurydice | B |
| For so delicious were the words she sung | M2 |
| It seem'd he had lov'd them a whole summer long | N2 |
| And soon his eyes had drunk her beauty up | O2 |
| Leaving no drop in the bewildering cup | O2 |
| And still the cup was full while he afraid | N |
| Lest she should vanish ere his lip had paid | N |
| Due adoration thus began to adore | V |
| Her soft look growing coy she saw his chain so sure | V |
| Leave thee alone Look back Ah Goddess see | B |
| Whether my eyes can ever turn from thee | B |
| For pity do not this sad heart belie | V |
| Even as thou vanishest so I shall die | V |
| Stay though a Naiad of the rivers stay | N |
| To thy far wishes will thy streams obey | N |
| Stay though the greenest woods be thy domain | F2 |
| Alone they can drink up the morning rain | F2 |
| Though a descended Pleiad will not one | F2 |
| Of thine harmonious sisters keep in tune | F2 |
| Thy spheres and as thy silver proxy shine | F2 |
| So sweetly to these ravish'd ears of mine | F2 |
| Came thy sweet greeting that if thou shouldst fade | N |
| Thy memory will waste me to a shade | N |
| For pity do not melt If I should stay | N |
| Said Lamia here upon this floor of clay | N |
| And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough | P2 |
| What canst thou say or do of charm enough | P2 |
| To dull the nice remembrance of my home | Q2 |
| Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam | Q2 |
| Over these hills and vales where no joy is | B |
| Empty of immortality and bliss | B |
| Thou art a scholar Lycius and must know | F2 |
| That finer spirits cannot breathe below | F2 |
| In human climes and live Alas poor youth | R2 |
| What taste of purer air hast thou to soothe | S2 |
| My essence What serener palaces | B |
| Where I may all my many senses please | B |
| And by mysterious sleights a hundred thirsts appease | B |
| It cannot be Adieu So said she rose | B |
| Tiptoe with white arms spread He sick to lose | B |
| The amorous promise of her lone complain | F2 |
| Swoon'd murmuring of love and pale with pain | F2 |
| The cruel lady without any show | F2 |
| Of sorrow for her tender favourite's woe | F2 |
| But rather if her eyes could brighter be | B |
| With brighter eyes and slow amenity | B |
| Put her new lips to his and gave afresh | T2 |
| The life she had so tangled in her mesh | T2 |
| And as he from one trance was wakening | N2 |
| Into another she began to sing | N2 |
| Happy in beauty life and love and every thing | N2 |
| A song of love too sweet for earthly lyres | B |
| While like held breath the stars drew in their panting fires | B |
| And then she whisper'd in such trembling tone | F2 |
| As those who safe together met alone | F2 |
| For the first time through many anguish'd days | B |
| Use other speech than looks bidding him raise | B |
| His drooping head and clear his soul of doubt | N |
| For that she was a woman and without | N |
| Any more subtle fluid in her veins | B |
| Than throbbing blood and that the self same pains | B |
| Inhabited her frail strung heart as his | B |
| And next she wonder'd how his eyes could miss | B |
| Her face so long in Corinth where she said | N |
| She dwelt but half retir'd and there had led | N |
| Days happy as the gold coin could invent | N |
| Without the aid of love yet in content | N |
| Till she saw him as once she pass'd him by | V |
| Where 'gainst a column he leant thoughtfully | B |
| At Venus' temple porch 'mid baskets heap'd | N |
| Of amorous herbs and flowers newly reap'd | N |
| Late on that eve as 'Twas the night before | V |
| The Adonian feast whereof she saw no more | V |
| But wept alone those days for why should she adore | V |
| Lycius from death awoke into amaze | B |
| To see her still and singing so sweet lays | B |
| Then from amaze into delight he fell | V |
| To hear her whisper woman's lore so well | V |
| And every word she spake entic'd him on | F2 |
| To unperplex'd delight and pleasure known | F2 |
| Let the mad poets say whate'er they please | B |
| Of the sweets of Fairies Peris Goddesses | B |
| There is not such a treat among them all | V |
| Haunters of cavern lake and waterfall | V |
| As a real woman lineal indeed | N |
| From Pyrrha's pebbles or old Adam's seed | N |
| Thus gentle Lamia judg'd and judg'd aright | N |
| That Lycius could not love in half a fright | N |
| So threw the goddess off and won his heart | N |
| More pleasantly by playing woman's part | N |
| With no more awe than what her beauty gave | U2 |
| That while it smote still guaranteed to save | U2 |
| Lycius to all made eloquent reply | V |
| Marrying to every word a twinborn sigh | V |
| And last pointing to Corinth ask'd her sweet | N |
| If 'Twas too far that night for her soft feet | N |
| The way was short for Lamia's eagerness | B |
| Made by a spell the triple league decrease | B |
| To a few paces not at all surmised | N |
| By blinded Lycius so in her comprized | N |
| They pass'd the city gates he knew not how | V |
| So noiseless and he never thought to know | F2 |
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| As men talk in a dream so Corinth all | V |
| Throughout her palaces imperial | V |
| And all her populous streets and temples lewd | N |
| Mutter'd like tempest in the distance brew'd | N |
| To the wide spreaded night above her towers | B |
| Men women rich and poor in the cool hours | B |
| Shuffled their sandals o'er the pavement white | N |
| Companion'd or alone while many a light | N |
| Flared here and there from wealthy festivals | B |
| And threw their moving shadows on the walls | B |
| Or found them cluster'd in the corniced shade | N |
| Of some arch'd temple door or dusky colonnade | N |
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| Muffling his face of greeting friends in fear | V |
| Her fingers he press'd hard as one came near | V |
| With curl'd gray beard sharp eyes and smooth bald crown | F2 |
| Slow stepp'd and robed in philosophic gown | F2 |
| Lycius shrank closer as they met and past | N |
| Into his mantle adding wings to haste | N |
| While hurried Lamia trembled Ah said he | B |
| Why do you shudder love so ruefully | B |
| Why does your tender palm dissolve in dew | N |
| I'm wearied said fair Lamia tell me who | N |
| Is that old man I cannot bring to mind | N |
| His features Lycius wherefore did you blind | N |
| Yourself from his quick eyes Lycius replied | N |
| 'Tis Apollonius sage my trusty guide | N |
| And good instructor but to night he seems | B |
| The ghost of folly haunting my sweet dreams | B |
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| While yet he spake they had arrived before | V |
| A pillar'd porch with lofty portal door | V |
| Where hung a silver lamp whose phosphor glow | F2 |
| Reflected in the slabbed steps below | F2 |
| Mild as a star in water for so new | N |
| And so unsullied was the marble hue | N |
| So through the crystal polish liquid fine | F2 |
| Ran the dark veins that none but feet divine | F2 |
| Could e'er have touch'd there Sounds Aeolian | F2 |
| Breath'd from the hinges as the ample span | F2 |
| Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown | F2 |
| Some time to any but those two alone | F2 |
| And a few Persian mutes who that same year | V |
| Were seen about the markets none knew where | V |
| They could inhabit the most curious | B |
| Were foil'd who watch'd to trace them to their house | B |
| And but the flitter winged verse must tell | V |
| For truth's sake what woe afterwards befel | V |
| 'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus | B |
| Shut from the busy world of more incredulous | B |
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| Part | N |
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| Love in a hut with water and a crust | N |
| Is Love forgive us cinders ashes dust | N |
| Love in a palace is perhaps at last | N |
| More grievous torment than a hermit's fast | N |
| That is a doubtful tale from faery land | N |
| Hard for the non elect to understand | N |
| Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down | F2 |
| He might have given the moral a fresh frown | F2 |
| Or clench'd it quite but too short was their bliss | B |
| To breed distrust and hate that make the soft voice hiss | B |
| Besides there nightly with terrific glare | V |
| Love jealous grown of so complete a pair | V |
| Hover'd and buzz'd his wings with fearful roar | V |
| Above the lintel of their chamber door | V |
| And down the passage cast a glow upon the floor | V |
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| For all this came a ruin side by side | N |
| They were enthroned in the even tide | N |
| Upon a couch near to a curtaining | N2 |
| Whose airy texture from a golden string | N2 |
| Floated into the room and let appear | V |
| Unveil'd the summer heaven blue and clear | V |
| Betwixt two marble shafts there they reposed | N |
| Where use had made it sweet with eyelids closed | N |
| Saving a tythe which love still open kept | N |
| That they might see each other while they almost slept | N |
| When from the slope side of a suburb hill | V |
| Deafening the swallow's twitter came a thrill | V |
| Of trumpets Lycius started the sounds fled | N |
| But left a thought a buzzing in his head | N |
| For the first time since first he harbour'd in | F2 |
| That purple lined palace of sweet sin | F2 |
| His spirit pass'd beyond its golden bourn | F2 |
| Into the noisy world almost forsworn | F2 |
| The lady ever watchful penetrant | N |
| Saw this with pain so arguing a want | N |
| Of something more more than her empery | V |
| Of joys and she began to moan and sigh | V |
| Because he mused beyond her knowing well | V |
| That but a moment's thought is passion's passing bell | V |
| Why do you sigh fair creature whisper'd he | B |
| Why do you think return'd she tenderly | B |
| You have deserted me where am I now | F2 |
| Not in your heart while care weighs on your brow | F2 |
| No no you have dismiss'd me and I go | N2 |
| From your breast houseless ay it must be so | N2 |
| He answer'd bending to her open eyes | B |
| Where he was mirror'd small in paradise | B |
| My silver planet both of eve and morn | F2 |
| Why will you plead yourself so sad forlorn | F2 |
| While I am striving how to fill my heart | N |
| With deeper crimson and a double smart | N |
| How to entangle trammel up and snare | V |
| Your soul in mine and labyrinth you there | V |
| Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose | B |
| Ay a sweet kiss you see your mighty woes | B |
| My thoughts shall I unveil them Listen then | F2 |
| What mortal hath a prize that other men | F2 |
| May be confounded and abash'd withal | B |
| But lets it sometimes pace abroad majestical | B |
| And triumph as in thee I should rejoice | B |
| Amid the hoarse alarm of Corinth's voice | B |
| Let my foes choke and my friends shout afar | V |
| While through the thronged streets your bridal car | V |
| Wheels round its dazzling spokes The lady's cheek | N2 |
| Trembled she nothing said but pale and meek | N2 |
| Arose and knelt before him wept a rain | F2 |
| Of sorrows at his words at last with pain | F2 |
| Beseeching him the while his hand she wrung | N2 |
| To change his purpose He thereat was stung | N2 |
| Perverse with stronger fancy to reclaim | V2 |
| Her wild and timid nature to his aim | V2 |
| Besides for all his love in self despite | N |
| Against his better self he took delight | N |
| Luxurious in her sorrows soft and new | F2 |
| His passion cruel grown took on a hue | F2 |
| Fierce and sanguineous as 'twas possible | B |
| In one whose brow had no dark veins to swell | B |
| Fine was the mitigated fury like | N2 |
| Apollo's presence when in act to strike | N2 |
| The serpent Ha the serpent certes she | B |
| Was none She burnt she lov'd the tyranny | B |
| And all subdued consented to the hour | V |
| When to the bridal he should lead his paramour | V |
| Whispering in midnight silence said the youth | R2 |
| Sure some sweet name thou hast though by my truth | R2 |
| I have not ask'd it ever thinking thee | B |
| Not mortal but of heavenly progeny | B |
| As still I do Hast any mortal name | V2 |
| Fit appellation for this dazzling frame | V2 |
| Or friends or kinsfolk on the citied earth | W2 |
| To share our marriage feast and nuptial mirth | W2 |
| I have no friends said Lamia no not one | F2 |
| My presence in wide Corinth hardly known | F2 |
| My parents' bones are in their dusty urns | B |
| Sepulchred where no kindled incense burns | B |
| Seeing all their luckless race are dead save me | B |
| And I neglect the holy rite for thee | B |
| Even as you list invite your many guests | B |
| But if as now it seems your vision rests | B |
| With any pleasure on me do not bid | N |
| Old Apollonius from him keep me hid | N |
| Lycius perplex'd at words so blind and blank | N2 |
| Made close inquiry from whose touch she shrank | N2 |
| Feigning a sleep and he to the dull shade | N |
| Of deep sleep in a moment was betray'd | N |
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| It was the custom then to bring away | N |
| The bride from home at blushing shut of day | N |
| Veil'd in a chariot heralded along | N2 |
| By strewn flowers torches and a marriage song | N2 |
| With other pageants but this fair unknown | F2 |
| Had not a friend So being left alone | F2 |
| Lycius was gone to summon all his kin | F2 |
| And knowing surely she could never win | F2 |
| His foolish heart from its mad pompousness | B |
| She set herself high thoughted how to dress | B |
| The misery in fit magnificence | B |
| She did so but 'Tis doubtful how and whence | B |
| Came and who were her subtle servitors | B |
| About the halls and to and from the doors | B |
| There was a noise of wings till in short space | B |
| The glowing banquet room shone with wide arched grace | B |
| A haunting music sole perhaps and lone | F2 |
| Supportress of the faery roof made moan | F2 |
| Throughout as fearful the whole charm might fade | N |
| Fresh carved cedar mimicking a glade | N |
| Of palm and plantain met from either side | N |
| High in the midst in honour of the bride | N |
| Two palms and then two plantains and so on | F2 |
| From either side their stems branch'd one to one | F2 |
| All down the aisled place and beneath all | B |
| There ran a stream of lamps straight on from wall to wall | B |
| So canopied lay an untasted feast | N |
| Teeming with odours Lamia regal drest | N |
| Silently paced about and as she went | N |
| In pale contented sort of discontent | N |
| Mission'd her viewless servants to enrich | X2 |
| The fretted splendour of each nook and niche | X2 |
| Between the tree stems marbled plain at first | N |
| Came jasper pannels then anon there burst | N |
| Forth creeping imagery of slighter trees | B |
| And with the larger wove in small intricacies | B |
| Approving all she faded at self will | B |
| And shut the chamber up close hush'd and still | B |
| Complete and ready for the revels rude | N |
| When dreadful guests would come to spoil her solitude | N |
| - | |
| The day appear'd and all the gossip rout | N |
| O senseless Lycius Madman wherefore flout | N |
| The silent blessing fate warm cloister'd hours | B |
| And show to common eyes these secret bowers | B |
| The herd approach'd each guest with busy brain | F2 |
| Arriving at the portal gaz'd amain | F2 |
| And enter'd marveling for they knew the street | N |
| Remember'd it from childhood all complete | N |
| Without a gap yet ne'er before had seen | F2 |
| That royal porch that high built fair demesne | F2 |
| So in they hurried all maz'd curious and keen | F2 |
| Save one who look'd thereon with eye severe | V |
| And with calm planted steps walk'd in austere | V |
| 'Twas Apollonius something too he laugh'd | N |
| As though some knotty problem that had daft | N |
| His patient thought had now begun to thaw | Y2 |
| And solve and melt 'twas just as he foresaw | Y2 |
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| He met within the murmurous vestibule | B |
| His young disciple 'Tis no common rule | B |
| Lycius said he for uninvited guest | N |
| To force himself upon you and infest | N |
| With an unbidden presence the bright throng | N2 |
| Of younger friends yet must I do this wrong | N2 |
| And you forgive me Lycius blush'd and led | N |
| The old man through the inner doors broad spread | N |
| With reconciling words and courteous mien | F2 |
| Turning into sweet milk the sophist's spleen | F2 |
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| Of wealthy lustre was the banquet room | Z2 |
| Fill'd with pervading brilliance and perfume | Z2 |
| Before each lucid pannel fuming stood | N |
| A censer fed with myrrh and spiced wood | N |
| Each by a sacred tripod held aloft | N |
| Whose slender feet wide swerv'd upon the soft | N |
| Wool woofed carpets fifty wreaths of smoke | N2 |
| From fifty censers their light voyage took | N2 |
| To the high roof still mimick'd as they rose | B |
| Along the mirror'd walls by twin clouds odorous | B |
| Twelve sphered tables by silk seats insphered | N |
| High as the level of a man's breast rear'd | N |
| On libbard's paws upheld the heavy gold | N |
| Of cups and goblets and the store thrice told | N |
| Of Ceres' horn and in huge vessels wine | F2 |
| Come from the gloomy tun with merry shine | F2 |
| Thus loaded with a feast the tables stood | N |
| Each shrining in the midst the image of a God | N |
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| When in an antichamber every guest | N |
| Had felt the cold full sponge to pleasure press'd | N |
| By minist'ring slaves upon his hands and feet | N |
| And fragrant oils with ceremony meet | N |
| Pour'd on his hair they all mov'd to the feast | N |
| In white robes and themselves in order placed | N |
| Around the silken couches wondering | N2 |
| Whence all this mighty cost and blaze of wealth could spring | N2 |
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| Soft went the music the soft air along | N2 |
| While fluent Greek a vowel'd undersong | N2 |
| Kept up among the guests discoursing low | B |
| At first for scarcely was the wine at flow | B |
| But when the happy vintage touch'd their brains | B |
| Louder they talk and louder come the strains | B |
| Of powerful instruments the gorgeous dyes | B |
| The space the splendour of the draperies | B |
| The roof of awful richness nectarous cheer | V |
| Beautiful slaves and Lamia's self appear | V |
| Now when the wine has done its rosy deed | N |
| And every soul from human trammels freed | N |
| No more so strange for merry wine sweet wine | F2 |
| Will make Elysian shades not too fair too divine | F2 |
| Soon was God Bacchus at meridian height | N |
| Flush'd were their cheeks and bright eyes double bright | N |
| Garlands of every green and every scent | N |
| From vales deflower'd or forest trees branch rent | N |
| In baskets of bright osier'd gold were brought | N |
| High as the handles heap'd to suit the thought | N |
| Of every guest that each as he did please | B |
| Might fancy fit his brows silk pillow'd at his ease | B |
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| What wreath for Lamia What for Lycius | B |
| What for the sage old Apollonius | B |
| Upon her aching forehead be there hung | N2 |
| The leaves of willow and of adder's tongue | N2 |
| And for the youth quick let us strip for him | K2 |
| The thyrsus that his watching eyes may swim | K2 |
| Into forgetfulness and for the sage | J2 |
| Let spear grass and the spiteful thistle wage | J2 |
| War on his temples Do not all charms fly | B |
| At the mere touch of cold philosophy | B |
| There was an awful rainbow once in heaven | F2 |
| We know her woof her texture she is given | F2 |
| In the dull catalogue of common things | B |
| Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings | B |
| Conquer all mysteries by rule and line | F2 |
| Empty the haunted air and gnomed mine | F2 |
| Unweave a rainbow as it erewhile made | N |
| The tender person'd Lamia melt into a shade | N |
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| By her glad Lycius sitting in chief place | B |
| Scarce saw in all the room another face | B |
| Till checking his love trance a cup he took | N2 |
| Full brimm'd and opposite sent forth a look | N2 |
| 'Cross the broad table to beseech a glance | B |
| From his old teacher's wrinkled countenance | B |
| And pledge him The bald head philosopher | V |
| Had fix'd his eye without a twinkle or stir | V |
| Full on the alarmed beauty of the bride | N |
| Brow beating her fair form and troubling her sweet pride | N |
| Lycius then press'd her hand with devout touch | A3 |
| As pale it lay upon the rosy couch | B3 |
| 'Twas icy and the cold ran through his veins | B |
| Then sudden it grew hot and all the pains | B |
| Of an unnatural heat shot to his heart | N |
| Lamia what means this Wherefore dost thou start | N |
| Know'st thou that man Poor Lamia answer'd not | N |
| He gaz'd into her eyes and not a jot | N |
| Own'd they the lovelorn piteous appeal | B |
| More more he gaz'd his human senses reel | B |
| Some hungry spell that loveliness absorbs | B |
| There was no recognition in those orbs | B |
| Lamia he cried and no soft toned reply | B |
| The many heard and the loud revelry | B |
| Grew hush the stately music no more breathes | B |
| The myrtle sicken'd in a thousand wreaths | B |
| By faint degrees voice lute and pleasure ceased | N |
| A deadly silence step by step increased | N |
| Until it seem'd a horrid presence there | V |
| And not a man but felt the terror in his hair | V |
| Lamia he shriek'd and nothing but the shriek | N2 |
| With its sad echo did the silence break | N2 |
| Begone foul dream he cried gazing again | F2 |
| In the bride's face where now no azure vein | F2 |
| Wander'd on fair spaced temples no soft bloom | Z2 |
| Misted the cheek no passion to illume | Z2 |
| The deep recessed vision all was blight | N |
| Lamia no longer fair there sat a deadly white | N |
| Shut shut those juggling eyes thou ruthless man | F2 |
| Turn them aside wretch or the righteous ban | F2 |
| Of all the Gods whose dreadful images | B |
| Here represent their shadowy presences | B |
| May pierce them on the sudden with the thorn | F2 |
| Of painful blindness leaving thee forlorn | F2 |
| In trembling dotage to the feeblest fright | N |
| Of conscience for their long offended might | N |
| For all thine impious proud heart sophistries | B |
| Unlawful magic and enticing lies | B |
| Corinthians look upon that gray beard wretch | B3 |
| Mark how possess'd his lashless eyelids stretch | B3 |
| Around his demon eyes Corinthians see | B |
| My sweet bride withers at their potency | B |
| Fool said the sophist in an under tone | F2 |
| Gruff with contempt which a death nighing moan | F2 |
| From Lycius answer'd as heart struck and lost | N |
| He sank supine beside the aching ghost | N |
| Fool Fool repeated he while his eyes still | B |
| Relented not nor mov'd from every ill | B |
| Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day | N |
| And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey | N |
| Then Lamia breath'd death breath the sophist's eye | B |
| Like a sharp spear went through her utterly | B |
| Keen cruel perceant stinging she as well | B |
| As her weak hand could any meaning tell | B |
| Motion'd him to be silent vainly so | B |
| He look'd and look'd again a level No | B |
| A Serpent echoed he no sooner said | N |
| Than with a frightful scream she vanished | N |
| And Lycius' arms were empty of delight | N |
| As were his limbs of life from that same night | N |
| On the high couch he lay his friends came round | N |
| Supported him no pulse or breath they found | N |
| And in its marriage robe the heavy body wound | N |
John Keats
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