Ode Ii: To Sleep Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCDDCEFEG AHHIJKILMNM AHHOPPOQRQR STUVWWXYSYS SZZAA2A2AB2HB2H AC2C2D2E2F2D2MG2MG2I | A |
Thou silent power whose welcome sway | B |
Charms every anxious thought away | B |
In whose divine oblivion drown'd | C |
Sore pain and weary toil grow mild | D |
Love is with kinder looks beguil'd | D |
And grief forgets her fondly cherish'd wound | C |
Oh whither hast thou flown indulgent god | E |
God of kind shadows and of healing dews | F |
Whom dost thou touch with thy Leth an rod | E |
Around whose temples now thy opiate airs diffuse | G |
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II | A |
Lo midnight from her starry reign | H |
Looks awful down on earth and main | H |
The tuneful birds lie hush'd in sleep | I |
With all that crop the verdant food | J |
With all that skim the crystal flood | K |
Or haunt the caverns of the rocky steep | I |
No rushing winds disturb the tufted bowers | L |
No wakeful sound the moon light valley knows | M |
Save where the brook its liquid murmur pours | N |
And lulls the waving scene to more profound repose | M |
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III | A |
Oh let not me alone complain | H |
Alone invoke thy power in vain | H |
Descend propitious on my eyes | O |
Not from the couch that bears a crown | P |
Not from the courtly statesman's down | P |
Nor where the miser and his treasure lies | O |
Bring not the shapes that break the murderer's rest | Q |
Nor those the hireling soldier loves to see | R |
Nor those which haunt the bigot's gloomy breast | Q |
Far be their guilty nights and far their dreams from me | R |
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IV | S |
Nor yet those awful forms present | T |
For chiefs and heroes only meant | U |
The figur'd brass the choral song | V |
The rescued people's glad applause | W |
The listening senate and the laws | W |
Fix'd by the counsels of Timoleon's tongue | X |
Are scenes too grand for fortune's private ways | Y |
And though they shine in youth's ingenuous view | S |
The sober gainful arts of modern days | Y |
To such romantic thoughts have bid a long adieu | S |
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V | S |
I ask not god of dreams thy care | Z |
To banish Love's presentments fair | Z |
Nor rosy cheek nor radiant eye | A |
Can arm him with such strong command | A2 |
That the young sorcerer's fatal hand | A2 |
Should round my soul his pleasing fetters tie | A |
Nor yet the courtier's hope the giving smile | B2 |
A lighter phantom and a baser chain | H |
Did e'er in slumber my proud lyre beguile | B2 |
To lend the pomp of thrones her ill according strain | H |
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VI | A |
But Morpheus on thy balmy wing | C2 |
Such honorable visions bring | C2 |
As sooth'd great Milton's injur'd age | D2 |
When in prophetic dreams he saw | E2 |
The race unborn with pious awe | F2 |
Imbibe each virtue from his heavenly page | D2 |
Or such as Mead's benignant fancy knows | M |
When health's deep treasures by his art explor'd | G2 |
Have sav'd the infant from an orphan's woes | M |
Or to the trembling sire his age's hope restor'd | G2 |
Mark Akenside
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