Isola Comacina Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDE FGFGHH IGIGJK LMLMNN OPOPQQ MIMIRN STSTUU VWVWXX QYQYGG ZA2ZA2B2B2 HC2HC2D2D2 E2F2E2F2G2G2 ZH2ZH2I2I2 J2K2J2K2H2H2 HL2HL2H2H2 M2PM2PHH| The only Island on Lake Como the Lake Larius of the Romans | A |
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| There sleeps beneath Italian skies | B |
| A lovely island rich in fame | C |
| In days of old a longed for prize | B |
| And bearing still an honored name | C |
| A spot renowned from age to age | D |
| An ancient Roman heritage | E |
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| A valued stronghold for whose sake | F |
| Unnumbered men have fought and died | G |
| The Malta of the Larian lake | F |
| Forever armed and fortified | G |
| To Como's shores the master key | H |
| The guardian of its liberty | H |
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| Half hidden in a sheltered bay | I |
| Where tiny skiffs at anchor ride | G |
| How different is the scene to day | I |
| Reflected in its waveless tide | G |
| From that which this historic foss | J |
| Showed mailed soldiers of the Cross | K |
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| Yet still across the narrow strait | L |
| Some remnants of the hospice stand | M |
| Whose ever hospitable gate | L |
| Met pilgrims from the Holy Land | M |
| Its finely carved millennial tower | N |
| Enduring to the present hour | N |
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| One gem alone doth Como wear | O |
| None other need adorn her breast | P |
| 'Tis this her emerald solitaire | O |
| Her unique island of the blest | P |
| The star beside her crescent shore | Q |
| A thing of beauty evermore | Q |
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| On Comacina's peaceful strand | M |
| The coldest heart is moved to pray | I |
| As softly steals o'er lake and land | M |
| The splendor of departing day | I |
| And scores of snowy peaks aspire | R |
| To sparkle with supernal fire | N |
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| Then Lario paints for liquid miles | S |
| The white robed monarchs' glittering crowns | T |
| Transmutes at once to dimpled smiles | S |
| The sternest of their glacial frowns | T |
| And often holds with subtlest art | U |
| Some Titan's likeness to her heart | U |
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| Fair Comacina through whose trees | V |
| Earth's feathered songsters flit unharmed | W |
| Where soft eyed cattle graze at ease | V |
| And every whispering breeze seems charmed | W |
| Can it be true that human blood | X |
| Hath ever stained thy limpid flood | X |
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| Alas too often drenched with gore | Q |
| Thy cliffs have witnessed deadly strife | Y |
| When hostile feet profaned thy shore | Q |
| And each advancing step cost life | Y |
| As prince and peasant side by side | G |
| Beat back the Goths' invading tide | G |
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| But why disturb the silent past | Z |
| Why rouse the island's sleeping ghosts | A2 |
| Or see in forms by ruins cast | Z |
| The phantoms of those warlike hosts | A2 |
| For centuries the gentle waves | B2 |
| Have rolled oblivion o'er their graves | B2 |
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| And what will now thy future be | H |
| Thou pristine refuge of the brave | C2 |
| Which Rome's last heroes fought to free | H |
| And vainly gave their lives to save | C2 |
| Forget not thou wast once a gem | D2 |
| That graced a Caesar's diadem | D2 |
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| Wilt thou fulfil my fondest hopes | E2 |
| I sometimes long to check the stream | F2 |
| Of tourists hurrying by thy slopes | E2 |
| And tell them of my cherished dream | F2 |
| To see upon thy storied height | G2 |
| A palace worthy of the site | G2 |
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| Not meaningless not merely vast | Z |
| Nor crudely modern in design | H2 |
| But something suited to thy past | Z |
| For highest art a hallowed shrine | H2 |
| A classic home of long ago | I2 |
| The Tusculum of Cicero | I2 |
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| Then roses rich in sweet perfume | J2 |
| Shall wreathe with bloom each terraced wall | K2 |
| And scattered through the leafy gloom | J2 |
| Of olive groves and laurels tall | K2 |
| Shall many a marble nymph and faun | H2 |
| Grow lovelier from the flush of dawn | H2 |
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| So let me dream I may not see | H |
| That stately palace crown thy brow | L2 |
| Those roses may not bloom for me | H |
| But as thou art I love thee now | L2 |
| Content thy future to resign | H2 |
| To abler portraiture than mine | H2 |
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| Sweet Comacina fare thee well | M2 |
| Across the water's placid breast | P |
| The music of the vesper bell | M2 |
| Invites me to my port of rest | P |
| Fair jewel of this inland sea | H |
| May all the gods be good to thee | H |
John L. Stoddard
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