Tasso Dying Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDBEFGHIJKLJMMNMOM PQMMJRST UMCVWVXYZA2MB2 C2D2MMMMJE2JF2MG2H2D 2MI2MMJ2MMMK2L2MMM2N 2O2P2MM2 MQ2AR2MMD2S2T2U2MXH2 V2MMB2W2D2D2HX2Y2Z2A 3JZ2Q2 B3JWM2SMHC3 D2D2MM D3MME3B2F3G3MMG2H3SM T2VRG3MC3D2MY2M2I3D2 VMD2V2H2HV2G3MJ3E3 MK3L3EM3J2CM| What festival is ancient Rome preparing | A |
| Where flow the crowds in noisy waves | B |
| Why these aromas myrrh's sweet smoke | C |
| And censers all around abrim with fragrant herbs | D |
| From Capitoline Hill to Tiber's waves | B |
| Above universal city's streets | E |
| Why are the priceless rugs and purple stuffs | F |
| Spread among garlands laurels | G |
| Why all this noise The crash and thump of timpani | H |
| Are these heralds of joy or triumph | I |
| Why wearing the miter hastes the holy father | J |
| With gonfalon to the prayer house | K |
| For whom doth thankful Rome's most valued gift | L |
| The crown in his hands shimmer | J |
| For whom this triumph 'tis for you o blessed bard | M |
| For you this gift Jerusalem's bard | M |
| And now the joyful noise has reached the cell | N |
| Where Death joins battle with Torquatto | M |
| Where death's winged spirit swoops | O |
| Above the sufferer's blessed head | M |
| Not weeping friends nor praying monks | P |
| Nor honor's late rewards | Q |
| Can tame the iron hand of fate | M |
| Which knows no mercy for the great | M |
| Half dead he sees the horrid hour | J |
| And blesses it with joy | R |
| And parting with life one final time | S |
| The wondrous swan exclaims | T |
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| My friends O let me catch a glimpse of splendid Rome | U |
| Where a too early grave awaits the bard | M |
| Allow my glance to meet your hills and smoke | C |
| O ancient sepulcher of citizens | V |
| O blessed land of heroes and of wonders | W |
| Dust eloquent and ruins | V |
| Azure and purple of cloudless skies | X |
| You poplars and you ancient olives | Y |
| Eternal Tiber you who slake the thirst of every tribe | Z |
| Sown with a universe of bones | A2 |
| Doomed to an early end | M |
| I greet you from within these dreary walls | B2 |
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| It's done I stand before the fatal borne | C2 |
| To wild applause I won't step on Capitoline | D2 |
| And glory's laurels on my feeble head | M |
| Won't sweeten the bard's frightful lot | M |
| From youth I have been everybody's puppet | M |
| I was an exile as a child | M |
| I wandered a poor traveler | J |
| Under the sweet Italian sky | E2 |
| What turns of fate did I not suffer | J |
| Where did the waves not toss my bark | F2 |
| Where was I safe Where was my daily bread | M |
| Not spattered with the tears of sorrow | G2 |
| Sorrento Cradle of my woe filled days | H2 |
| Where once at night like a trembling Askania | D2 |
| Fate tore me from my mother's breast | M |
| From her embraces sweet and kisses | I2 |
| Do you recall what tears I spilled in childhood | M |
| Alas Since then a plaything of cruel fate | M |
| I've known great suffering the poverty of life | J2 |
| The depths by Fortune quarried out | M |
| Beneath me and the thunder never ceased | M |
| Driven from place to place from land to land | M |
| In vain I sought a harbor on the earth | K2 |
| I felt her hand relentless everywhere | L2 |
| Her lightning everywhere harassed the bard | M |
| Not in a peasant's meager hut | M |
| Nor e'en protected by Alphonso's palace | M2 |
| Nor under an obscure and silent roof | N2 |
| Nor in the wilds nor in the hills was my head safe | O2 |
| Embittered by glory and ignominy alike | P2 |
| An exile's head from cradle consigned | M |
| Into the hands of an avenging goddess | M2 |
| - | |
| But friends what clutches terribly my breast | M |
| Why does my heart lament and tremble | Q2 |
| Whence do I come What awful path have I been following | A |
| And what behind me in the darkness gleams | R2 |
| Ferrara Furies envy's serpent | M |
| Whither O whither murderers of my gift | M |
| I am in harbor Here is Rome My brothers and my kin | D2 |
| Here are their tears and sweet embrace | S2 |
| And Virgil's wreath upon the Capitoline hill | T2 |
| Thus I fulfilled Appollo's task | U2 |
| From my first youth his dedicated priest | M |
| Through lightning under raging skies | X |
| I sang the grandeur glorious of bygone days | H2 |
| In bondage I did not betray my soul | V2 |
| It harbors still the muses' sweet delight | M |
| And torments only reinforced my gift | M |
| It lived in wonderland by Zion's walls | B2 |
| On Jordan's flowering shores | W2 |
| It questioned you impatient Cedron | D2 |
| And you serene asylum of Lebanon | D2 |
| It raised you from the dead o heroes hoary | H |
| To awesome glory's dazzle and grandeur | X2 |
| It gazed upon you Gottfried ruler king of kings | Y2 |
| Magnificent and calm 'midst whistling arrows | Z2 |
| On you o young Rinaldo ardent as Achilles | A3 |
| In love and battle a blessed victor | J |
| It watched you fly above the corpses of your foes | Z2 |
| Like fire like death like an avenging angel | Q2 |
| - | |
| And Tartarus is vanquished by a shining cross | B3 |
| O models of extraordinary valor | J |
| O holy triumph of our ancestors | W |
| Long laid to rest Pure faith victorious | M2 |
| Torquato has invoked you from the depths of time | S |
| He sings and you will never be forgot | M |
| He sings and gains the wreath of immortality | H |
| By glory woven and the muses' hands | C3 |
| - | |
| But it's too late I stand before the fatal borne | D2 |
| To wild applause I won't step on Capitoline | D2 |
| And glory's laurels on my feeble head | M |
| Won't sweeten the bard's frightful lot | M |
| - | |
| He then fell mute eyes burning with a doleful flame | D3 |
| A final ray of talent 'ere the end | M |
| Even in dying it seemed he wished | M |
| To wrest a day of triumph from the Fates | E3 |
| His gaze sought out the Capitoline walls | B2 |
| He strained to raise himself | F3 |
| But spent by struggles terrible with death | G3 |
| Remained immobile on his bed | M |
| The golden orb was sliding to the west | M |
| And sinking in a scarlet glow | G2 |
| The hour of death approached the sufferer's somber brow | H3 |
| Brightened a final time | S |
| He gazed with quiet smile toward the west | M |
| And then refreshed by evening chill | T2 |
| He raised his right hand to the listening heavens | V |
| Like a full righteous man with hope and joy | R |
| See to his weeping friends he quoth | G3 |
| The king of stars burns in the west | M |
| 'Tis he who summons me to cloudless lands | C3 |
| Where the eternal star will shine | D2 |
| I see the angel to that realm my guide | M |
| He has enfolded me in azure wings | Y2 |
| Bring close the sign of love the cross mysterious | M2 |
| And pray with hope and tears | I3 |
| All earthly things must die both glory and the crown | D2 |
| Art and the muses' great creations | V |
| But there all's neverending like our God | M |
| Who vouchsafes us eternal glory's crown | D2 |
| The greatness of that place has filled my soul | V2 |
| I've breathed it since my cradle days | H2 |
| O brothers Friends Don't weep for me | H |
| Your friend's attained his long sought goal | V2 |
| He will depart in peace and strong of faith | G3 |
| He will not heed the agonizing end | M |
| There there O joy among the righteous wives | J3 |
| Among the angels Elenora waits | E3 |
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| And uttering the name of love the heav'nly poet died | M |
| In silence friends wept over him | K3 |
| The day died quietly the voice of bells | L3 |
| Bore the unhappy news through city streets | E |
| Torquatto's gone Rome cried in grief | M3 |
| Our bard is dead so worthy of a better life | J2 |
| The morning witnessed somber smoke | C |
| The Capitoline in mourning cloaked | M |
Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov
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