Villa Pliniana Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDD EFGFHH EEIEEE EEJEEE EKEKGG ELMLNN OPEPQQ EEEERR STPTUU VWXWYY YZEZYY EA2B2A2TT

It stands where darkly wooded cliffsA
Slope swiftly to the deepB
And silvery streams from ledge to ledgeC
In foaming splendor leapB
A broad expanse of saffron wallsD
A wilderness of mouldering hallsD
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The torrent's breath hath spread its blightE
On every darkened roomF
And oozing mosses drip decayG
Through corridors of gloomF
While Ruin lays a subtle snareH
On many a yielding rail and stairH
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There seats which beauty once enthronedE
In tattered damask standE
In gray neglect a faun extendsI
A mutilated handE
And silence makes the festal boardE
Mute as the stringless harpsichordE
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The boldest hesitate to treadE
Those gruesome courts at nightE
'Tis whispered that a spectral formJ
Then haunts the lonely heightE
For he who built this home apartE
Had stabbed his rival to the heartE
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Oblivion's boon is vainly soughtE
Amid those scenes sublimeK
Forever lurked within his breastE
The nemesis of crimeK
Not all that flood of limpid sprayG
Could wash the fatal stain awayG
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Yet certain fearless souls have dweltE
Within that haunted pileL
Among them she whose portrait stillM
With enigmatic smileL
Lights up the mansion like a gemN
Set in a tarnished diademN
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The princess at whose thrilling callO
Unnumbered patriots roseP
To drive from fettered LombardyE
Her immemorial foesP
A woman loved from sea to seaQ
As Liberty's divinityQ
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But now the old historic siteE
Lives only in the pastE
Neglected and untenantedE
Its life is ebbing fastE
Each crumbling step each mossy stoneR
Is marked by Ruin for her ownR
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Yet one mysterious charm abidesS
The spring whose ebb and flowT
Were praised in Pliny's classic proseP
Two thousand years agoT
A fountain whose perennial graceU
Millenniums could not effaceU
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Thrice daily in their polished cupV
Its crystal waters sinkW
Thrice daily do they rise againX
And overflow the brinkW
Since Pliny's day no more no lessY
Unchanged in rhythmic lovelinessY
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Sweet Larian lake and sylvan cliffsY
Cascade and storied springZ
Ye are the same as when he lovedE
Your varied charms to singZ
'Tis man alone who sadly goesY
The lake remains the fountain flowsY
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Like drops in its exhaustless floodE
Our little lives emergeA2
Swirl for an instant and are goneB2
Sunk by another surgeA2
Whence come they Whither do they goT
O Roman poet dost thou knowT

John L. Stoddard



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