Ode To Fancy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFFGGHIJJKLMM NNCCOOPPQQRRSSTTUVWW XXYYZZGGA2B2C2C2D2D2 E2F2G2H2I2I2LLJ2J2JJ K2L2M2M2L2L2L2L2N2N2 O2P2D2D2ZZJ2J2L2L2Q2 TR2R2B2A2GGS2S2 OOT2T2U2V2L2L2L2L2L2 L2NNL2L2W2W2ZZX2X2DD R2R2Y2Y2Z2A3B3C3D3R2 P2O2H2H2R2R2U2V2E3E3 F3F3L2L2L2L2L2L2O parent of each lovely Muse | A |
Thy spirit o'er my soul diffuse | B |
O'er all my artless songs preside | C |
My footsteps to thy temple guide | C |
To offer at thy turf built shrine | D |
In golden cups no costly wine | D |
No murder'd fatling of the flock | E |
But flowers and honey from the rock | E |
O Nymph with loosely flowing hair | F |
With buskin'd leg and bosom bare | F |
Thy waist with myrtle girdle bound | G |
Thy brows with Indian feathers crown'd | G |
Waving in thy snowy hand | H |
An all commanding magic wand | I |
Of pow'r to bid fresh gardens blow | J |
'Mid cheerless Lapland's barren snow | J |
Whose rapid wings thy flight convey | K |
Through air and over earth and sea | L |
While the vast various landscape lies | M |
Conspicuous to thy piercing eyes | M |
O lover of the desert hail | N |
Say in what deep and pathless vale | N |
Or on what hoary mountain's side | C |
'Mid fall of waters you reside | C |
'Mid broken rocks a rugged scene | O |
With green and grassy dales between | O |
'Mid forests dark of aged oak | P |
Ne'er echoing with the woodman's stroke | P |
Where never human art appear'd | Q |
Nor ev'n one straw roof'd cot was rear'd | Q |
Where Nature seems to sit alone | R |
Majestic on a craggy throne | R |
Tell me the path sweet wand'rer tell | S |
To thy unknown sequester'd cell | S |
Where woodbines cluster round the door | T |
Where shells and moss o'erlay the floor | T |
And on whose top an hawthorn blows | U |
Amid whose thickly woven boughs | V |
Some nightingale still builds her nest | W |
Each evening warbling thee to rest | W |
There lay me by the haunted stream | X |
Rapt in some wild poetic dream | X |
In converse while methinks I rove | Y |
With Spenser through a fairy grove | Y |
'Till suddenly awoke I hear | Z |
Strange whisper'd music in my ear | Z |
And my glad soul in bliss is drown'd | G |
By the sweetly soothing sound | G |
Me Goddess by the right hand lead | A2 |
Sometimes through the yellow mead | B2 |
Where Joy and white rob'd Peace resort | C2 |
And Venus keeps her festive court | C2 |
Where Mirth and Youth each evening meet | D2 |
And lightly trip with nimble feet | D2 |
Nodding their lily crowned heads | E2 |
Where Laughter rose lipp'd Hebe leads | F2 |
Where Echo walks steep hills among | G2 |
List'ning to the shepherd's song | H2 |
Yet not those flowery fields of joy | I2 |
Can long my pensive mind employ | I2 |
Haste Fancy from these scenes of folly | L |
To meet the matron Melancholy | L |
Goddess of the tearful eye | J2 |
That loves to fold her arms and sigh | J2 |
Let us with silent footsteps go | J |
To charnels and the house of woe | J |
To Gothic churches vaults and tombs | K2 |
Where each sad night some virgin comes | L2 |
With throbbing breast and faded cheek | M2 |
Her promis'd bridegroom's urn to seek | M2 |
Or to some abbey's mould'ring tow'rs | L2 |
Where to avoid cold wintry show'rs | L2 |
The naked beggar shivering lies | L2 |
While whistling tempests round her rise | L2 |
And trembles lest the tottering wall | N2 |
Should on her sleeping infants fall | N2 |
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Now let us louder strike the lyre | O2 |
For my heart glows with martial fire | P2 |
I feel I feel with sudden heat | D2 |
My big tumultuous bosom beat | D2 |
The trumpet's clangours pierce my ear | Z |
A thousand widows' shrieks I hear | Z |
Give me another horse I cry | J2 |
Lo the base Gallic squadrons fly | J2 |
Whence is this rage what spirit say | L2 |
To battle hurries me away | L2 |
'Tis Fancy in her fiery car | Q2 |
Transports me to the thickest war | T |
There whirls me o'er the hills of slain | R2 |
Where Tumult and Destruction reign | R2 |
Where mad with pain the wounded steed | B2 |
Tramples the dying and the dead | A2 |
Where giant Terror stalks around | G |
With sullen joy surveys the ground | G |
And pointing to th' ensanguin'd field | S2 |
Shakes his dreadful Gorgon shield | S2 |
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O guide me from this horrid scene | O |
To high arch'd walks and alleys green | O |
Which lovely Laura seeks to shun | T2 |
The fervours of the mid day sun | T2 |
The pangs of absence O remove | U2 |
For thou canst place me near my love | V2 |
Canst fold in visionary bliss | L2 |
And let me think I steal a kiss | L2 |
While her ruby lips dispense | L2 |
Luscious nectar's quintessence | L2 |
When young ey'd Spring profusely throws | L2 |
From her green lap the pink and rose | L2 |
When the soft turtle of the dale | N |
To Summer tells her tender tale | N |
When Autumn cooling caverns seeks | L2 |
And stains with wine his jolly cheeks | L2 |
When Winter like poor pilgrim old | W2 |
Shakes his silver beard with cold | W2 |
At every season let my ear | Z |
Thy solemn whispers Fancy hear | Z |
O warm enthusiastic maid | X2 |
Without thy powerful vital aid | X2 |
That breathes an energy divine | D |
That gives a soul to every line | D |
Ne'er may I strive with lips profane | R2 |
To utter an unhallow'd strain | R2 |
Nor dare to touch the sacred string | Y2 |
Save when with smiles thou bid'st me sing | Y2 |
O hear our prayer O hither come | Z2 |
From thy lamented Shakespear's tomb | A3 |
On which thou lov'st to sit at eve | B3 |
Musing o'er thy darling's grave | C3 |
O queen of numbers once again | D3 |
Animate some chosen swain | R2 |
Who fill'd with unexhausted fire | P2 |
May boldly smite the sounding lyre | O2 |
Who with some new unequall'd song | H2 |
May rise above the rhyming throng | H2 |
O'er all our list'ning passions reign | R2 |
O'erwhelm our souls with joy and pain | R2 |
With terror shake with pity move | U2 |
Rouse with revenge or melt with love | V2 |
O deign t' attend his evening walk | E3 |
With him in groves and grottoes talk | E3 |
Teach him to scorn with frigid art | F3 |
Feebly to touch th' unraptur'd heart | F3 |
Like lightning let his mighty verse | L2 |
The bosom's inmost foldings pierce | L2 |
With native beauties win applause | L2 |
Beyond cold critics' studied laws | L2 |
O let each Muse's fame increase | L2 |
O bid Britannia rival Greece | L2 |
Joseph Warton
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