Ode To Apollo Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDD DEDFDD DGDGG HDDIDD JKJKDD DLDLGG DGDGMN OOPGGP| A | |
| In thy western halls of gold | B |
| When thou sittest in thy state | C |
| Bards that erst sublimely told | B |
| Heroic deeds and sang of fate | C |
| With fervour seize their adamantine lyres | D |
| Whose chords are solid rays and twinkle radiant fires | D |
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| Here Homer with his nervous arms | D |
| Strikes the twanging harp of war | E |
| And even the western splendour warms | D |
| While the trumpets sound afar | F |
| But what creates the most intense surprise | D |
| His soul looks out through renovated eyes | D |
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| Then through thy Temple wide melodious swells | D |
| The sweet majestic tone of Maro's lyre | G |
| The soul delighted on each accent dwells | D |
| Enraptur'd dwells not daring to respire | G |
| The while he tells of grief around a funeral pyre | G |
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| 'Tis awful silence then again | H |
| Expectant stand the spheres | D |
| Breathless the laurell'd peers | D |
| Nor move till ends the lofty strain | I |
| Nor move till Milton's tuneful thunders cease | D |
| And leave once more the ravish'd heavens in peace | D |
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| Thou biddest Shakespeare wave his hand | J |
| And quickly forward spring | K |
| The Passions a terrific band | J |
| And each vibrates the string | K |
| That with its tyrant temper best accords | D |
| While from their Master's lips pour forth the inspiring words | D |
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| A silver trumpet Spenser blows | D |
| And as its martial notes to silence flee | L |
| From a virgin chorus flows | D |
| A hymn in praise of spotless Chastity | L |
| 'Tis still Wild warblings from the Aeolian lyre | G |
| Enchantment softly breathe and tremblingly expire | G |
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| Next thy Tasso's ardent numbers | D |
| Float along the pleased air | G |
| Calling youth from idle slumbers | D |
| Rousing them from Pleasure's lair | G |
| Then o'er the strings his fingers gently move | M |
| And melt the soul to pity and to love | N |
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| But when Thou joinest with the Nine | O |
| And all the powers of song combine | O |
| We listen here on earth | P |
| Thy dying tones that fill the air | G |
| And charm the ear of evening fair | G |
| From thee great God of Bards receive their heavenly birth | P |
John Keats
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