Hylas Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHII JKJKLL MCMCNN OPOPCC QNQNRR SCGCNN GCGCHH SHSHTT UN NNN VNVNWX NFNFYY CCCCNN NNNNZZNot for us only Nicias vain the dream | A |
Sprung from what god soe'er was Eros born | B |
Not to us only grace doth graceful seem | A |
Frail things who wot not of the coming morn | B |
No for Amphitryon's iron hearted son | C |
Who braved the lion was the slave of one | C |
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A fair curled creature Hylas was his name | D |
He taught him as a father might his child | E |
All songs whereby himself had risen to fame | D |
Nor ever from his side would be beguiled | E |
When noon was high nor when white steeds convey | F |
Back to heaven's gates the chariot of the day | F |
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Nor when the hen's shrill brood becomes aware | G |
Of bed time as the mother's flapping wings | H |
Shadow the dust browned beam 'Twas all his care | G |
To shape unto his own imaginings | H |
And to the harness train his favourite youth | I |
Till he became a man in very truth | I |
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Meanwhile when kingly Jason steered in quest | J |
Of the Gold Fleece and chieftains at his side | K |
Chosen from all cities proffering each her best | J |
To rich Iolchos came that warrior tried | K |
And joined him unto trim built Argo's crew | L |
And with Alcmena's son came Hylas too | L |
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Through the great gulf shot Argo like a bird | M |
And by and bye reached Phasis ne'er o'erta'en | C |
By those in rushing rocks that have not stirred | M |
Since then but bask twin monsters on the main | C |
But now when waned the spring and lambs were fed | N |
In far off fields and Pleiads gleamed overhead | N |
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That cream and flower of knighthood looked to sail | O |
They came within broad Argo safely stowed | P |
When for three days had blown the southern gale | O |
To Hellespont and in Propontis rode | P |
At anchor where Cianian oxen now | C |
Broaden the furrows with the busy plough | C |
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They leapt ashore and keeping rank prepared | Q |
Their evening meal a grassy meadow spread | N |
Before their eyes and many a warrior shared | Q |
Thanks to its verdurous stores one lowly bed | N |
And while they cut tall marigolds from their stem | R |
And sworded bulrush Hylas slipt from them | R |
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Water the fair lad wont to seek and bring | S |
To Heracles and stalwart Telamon | C |
The comrades aye partook each other's fare | G |
Bearing a brazen pitcher And anon | C |
Where the ground dipt a fountain he espied | N |
And rushes growing green about its side | N |
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There rose the sea blue swallow wort and there | G |
The pale hued maidenhair with parsley green | C |
And vagrant marsh flowers and a revel rare | G |
In the pool's midst the water nymphs were seen | C |
To hold those maidens of unslumbrous eyes | H |
Whom the belated peasant sees and flies | H |
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And fast did Malis and Eunica cling | S |
And young Nychea with her April face | H |
To the lad's hand as stooping o'er the spring | S |
He dipt his pitcher For the young Greek's grace | H |
Made their soft senses reel and down he fell | T |
All of a sudden into that black well | T |
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So drops a red star suddenly from sky | U |
To sea and quoth some sailor to his mate | N |
'Up with the tackle boy the breeze is high ' | - |
Him the nymphs pillowed all disconsolate | N |
On their sweet laps and with soft words beguiled | N |
But Heracles was troubled for the child | N |
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Forth went he Scythian wise his bow he bore | V |
And the great club that never quits his side | N |
And thrice called 'Hylas' ne'er came lustier roar | V |
From that deep chest Thrice Hylas heard and tried | N |
To answer but in tones you scarce might hear | W |
The water made them distant though so near | X |
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And as a lion when he hears the bleat | N |
Of fawns among the mountains far away | F |
A murderous lion and with hurrying feet | N |
Bounds from his lair to his predestined prey | F |
So plunged the strong man in the untrodden brake | Y |
Lovers are maniacs for his darling's sake | Y |
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He scoured far fields what hill or oaken glen | C |
Remembers not that pilgrimage of pain | C |
His troth to Jason was forgotten then | C |
Long time the good ship tarried for those twain | C |
With hoisted sails night came and still they cleared | N |
The hatches but no Heracles appeared | N |
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On he was wandering reckless where he trod | N |
So mad a passion on his vitals preyed | N |
While Hylas had become a blessed god | N |
But the crew cursed the runaway who had stayed | N |
Sixty good oars and left him there to reach | Z |
Afoot bleak Phasis and the Colchian beach | Z |
Jon Corelis Theocritus
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