Vulcan's Song: In Making Of The Arrows Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


MY shag hair Cyclops come let's plyA
Our Lemnian hammers lustilyA
By my wife's sparrowsB
I swear these arrowsB
Shall singing flyA
Through many a wanton's eyeA
These headed are with golden blissesB
These silver ones feathered with kissesB
But this of leadC
Strikes a clown deadC
When in a danceB
He falls in a tranceB
To see his black brow lass not buss himD
And then whines out for death t'untruss himD
So so our work being done let's playA
Holiday boys cry holidayA

John Lyly


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