The Sweethearts Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEECCFG HHIIJ AACCK LLMNOP PPHHHHQQ EEHH| Thou art come love come Scarce thrice hath dusk to day | A |
| Given place but lovers in an hour grow gray | A |
| As spring's more sweet than winter grapes than thorns | B |
| The ewe's fleece richer than her latest born's | B |
| As young girl's charms the thrice wed wife outshine | C |
| As fawns are lither than the ungainly kine | C |
| Or as the nightingale's shrill notes outvie | D |
| The mingled music of all birds that fly | E |
| So at thy coming passing glad was I | E |
| I ran to greet thee e'en as pilgrims run | C |
| To beechen shadows from the scorching sun | C |
| Oh if on us accordant Loves would breathe | F |
| And our two names to future years bequeath | G |
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| 'These twain' let men say 'lived in olden days | H |
| This was a yokel in their country phrase | H |
| His sweetheart that so talked these simple folk | I |
| And lovingly they bore a mutual yoke | I |
| The hearts of men were made of sterling gold | J |
| When love bred love in those brave days of old ' | - |
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| O Zeus O gods who age not nor decay | A |
| Let e'en two hundred ages roll away | A |
| But at the last these tidings let me learn | C |
| Borne o'er the fatal pool whence none return | C |
| 'By every tongue thy constancey is sung | K |
| Thine and thy sweetheart's chiefly by the young ' | - |
| But lo the future is in heaven's high hand | L |
| Meanwhile thy graces all my praise demand | L |
| Not false lip praise not idly bubbling froth | M |
| For though thy wrath be kindled e'en thy wrath | N |
| Hath no sting in it doubly I'm caressed | O |
| And go my way repaid with interest | P |
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| Oarsmen of Megara ruled by Nisus erst | P |
| Yours be all bliss because ye honoured first | P |
| That true sweetheart Athenian Diocles | H |
| Around his gravestone with the first spring breeze | H |
| Flock the girls all to win the kissing prize | H |
| And whoso sweetliest lip to lip applies | H |
| Goes crown clad home to her mother Blest is he | Q |
| Who in such strife is named the referee | Q |
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| To brightfaced Ganymede full oft he'll cry | E |
| To lend his lip the potencies that lie | E |
| Within that stone with which the usurers | H |
| Detect base metal and which never errs | H |
Jon Corelis Theocritus
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