Ode To A Nightingale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDECEE FGHGIHJIHJ KHKHEELEEL MEEENHENHE OEOEPHEPHE QRQRSHTEHU VHVHWXHWXH YZYZEA2B2EA2B2

My heart aches and a drowsy numbness painsA
My sense as though of hemlock I had drunkB
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drainsA
One minute past and Lethe wards had sunkB
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lotC
But being too happy in thine happinessD
That thou light winged Dryad of the treesE
In some melodious plotC
Of beechen green and shadows numberlessE
Singest of summer in full throated easeE
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O for a draught of vintage that hath beenF
Cool'd a long age in the deep delved earthG
Tasting of Flora and the country greenH
Dance and Proven ccedil al song and sunburnt mirthG
O for a beaker full of the warm SouthI
Full of the true the blushful HippocreneH
With beaded bubbles winking at the brimJ
And purple stained mouthI
That I might drink and leave the world unseenH
And with thee fade away into the forest dimJ
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Fade far away dissolve and quite forgetK
What thou among the leaves hast never knownH
The weariness the fever and the fretK
Here where men sit and hear each other groanH
Where palsy shakes a few sad last gray hairsE
Where youth grows pale and spectre thin and diesE
Where but to think is to be full of sorrowL
And leaden eyed despairsE
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyesE
Or new Love pine at them beyond to morrowL
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Away away for I will fly to theeM
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pardsE
But on the viewless wings of PoesyE
Though the dull brain perplexes and retardsE
Already with thee tender is the nightN
And haply the Queen Moon is on her throneH
Cluster'd around by all her starry FaysE
But here there is no lightN
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blownH
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy waysE
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I cannot see what flowers are at my feetO
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughsE
But in embalmed darkness guess each sweetO
Wherewith the seasonable month endowsE
The grass the thicket and the fruit tree wildP
White hawthorn and the pastoral eglantineH
Fast fading violets cover'd up in leavesE
And mid May's eldest childP
The coming musk rose full of dewy wineH
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer evesE
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Darkling I listen and for many a timeQ
I have been half in love with easeful DeathR
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhymeQ
To take into the air my quiet breathR
Now more than ever seems it rich to dieS
To cease upon the midnight with no painH
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroadT
In such an ecstasyE
Still wouldst thou sing and I have ears in vainH
To thy high requiem become a sodU
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Thou wast not born for death immortal BirdV
No hungry generations tread thee downH
The voice I hear this passing night was heardV
In ancient days by emperor and clownH
Perhaps the self same song that found a pathW
Through the sad heart of Ruth when sick for homeX
She stood in tears amid the alien cornH
The same that oft times hathW
Charm'd magic casements opening on the foamX
Of perilous seas in faery lands forlornH
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Forlorn the very word is like a bellY
To toll me back from thee to my sole selfZ
Adieu the fancy cannot cheat so wellY
As she is fam'd to do deceiving elfZ
Adieu adieu thy plaintive anthem fadesE
Past the near meadows over the still streamA2
Up the hill side and now 'tis buried deepB2
In the next valley gladesE
Was it a vision or a waking dreamA2
Fled is that music Do I wake or sleepB2

John Keats



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