Nightingale, The Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACCB DEDFFE GHGIIJ KLMNNL OPOOOP QRQLSR TBTUUB VWVXXW YZYA2A2Z B2OB2C2C2O| To night retired the queen of heaven | A |
| With young Endymion stays | B |
| And now to Hesper it is given | A |
| Awhile to rule the vacant sky | C |
| Till she shall to her lamp supply | C |
| A stream of brighter rays | B |
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| Propitious send thy golden ray | D |
| Thou purest light above | E |
| Let no false flame seduce to stray | D |
| Where gulf or steep lie hid for harm | F |
| But lead where music's healing charm | F |
| May soothe afflicted love | E |
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| To them by many a grateful song | G |
| In happier seasons vow'd | H |
| These lawns Olympia's haunts belong | G |
| Oft by yon silver stream we walk'd | I |
| Or fix'd while Philomela talk'd | I |
| Beneath yon copses stood | J |
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| Nor seldom where the beechen boughs | K |
| That roofless tower invade | L |
| We came while her enchanting Muse | M |
| The radiant moon above us held | N |
| Till by a clamorous owl compell'd | N |
| She fled the solemn shade | L |
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| But hark I hear her liquid tone | O |
| Now Hesper guide my feet | P |
| Down the red marl with moss o'ergrown | O |
| Through yon wild thicket next the plain | O |
| Whose hawthorns choke the winding lane | O |
| Which leads to her retreat | P |
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| See the green space on either hand | Q |
| Enlarged it spreads around | R |
| See in the midst she takes her stand | Q |
| Where one old oak his awful shade | L |
| Extends o'er half the level mead | S |
| Enclosed in woods profound | R |
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| Hark how through many a melting note | T |
| She now prolongs her lays | B |
| How sweetly down the void they float | T |
| The breeze their magic path attends | U |
| The stars shine out the forest bends | U |
| The wakeful heifers graze | B |
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| Whoe'er thou art whom chance may bring | V |
| To this sequester'd spot | W |
| If then the plaintive Siren sing | V |
| O softly tread beneath her bower | X |
| And think of Heaven's disposing power | X |
| Of man's uncertain lot | W |
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| O think o'er all this mortal stage | Y |
| What mournful scenes arise | Z |
| What ruin waits on kingly rage | Y |
| How often virtue dwells with woe | A2 |
| How many griefs from knowledge flow | A2 |
| How swiftly pleasure flies | Z |
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| O sacred bird let me at eve | B2 |
| Thus wandering all alone | O |
| Thy tender counsel oft receive | B2 |
| Bear witness to thy pensive airs | C2 |
| And pity Nature's common cares | C2 |
| Till I forget my own | O |
Mark Akenside
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