Ode Xiii: On Lyric Poetry Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFFGHHG AIJIJKKLMML ANONOECPQQR ASTSUVVWXYZ AJCJEA2A2B2VVB2 AC2D2C2D2VVKE2E2L AF2BF2DVVUG2G2U AVKVKEEUKKU AH2G2I2G2VVKJ2J2K UVK2VK2UULEEL UH2VI2VMML2EEL2 UB2VB2VDBVWWV| I | A |
| Once more I join the Thespian choir | B |
| And taste the inspiring fount again | C |
| O parent of the Grecian lyre | D |
| Admit me to thy powerful strain | E |
| And lo with ease my step invades | F |
| The pathless vale and opening shades | F |
| Till now I spy her verdant seat | G |
| And now at large i drink the sound | H |
| While these her offspring listening round | H |
| By turns her melody repeat | G |
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| I | A |
| I see Anacreon smile and sing | I |
| His silver tresses breathe perfume | J |
| His cheek displays a second spring | I |
| Of roses taught by wine to bloom | J |
| Away deceitful cares away | K |
| And let me listen to his lay | K |
| Let me the wanton pomp injoy | L |
| While in smooth dance the light wing'd Hours | M |
| Lead round his lyre it's patron powers | M |
| Kind laughter and convivial joy | L |
| - | |
| I | A |
| Broke from the fetters of his native land | N |
| Devoting shame and vengeance to her lords | O |
| With louder impulse and a threatening hand | N |
| The Lesbian patriot smites the sounding chords | O |
| Ye wretches ye perfidious train | E |
| Ye curs'd of gods and freeborn men | C |
| Ye murderers of the laws | P |
| Though now ye glory in your lust | Q |
| Though now ye tread the feeble neck in dust | Q |
| Yet Time and righteous Jove will judge your dreadful cause | R |
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| II | A |
| But lo to Sappho's melting airs | S |
| Descends the radiant queen of love | T |
| She smiles and asks what fonder cares | S |
| Her suppliant's plaintive measures move | U |
| Why is my faithful maid distress'd | V |
| Who Sappho wounds thy tender breast | V |
| Say flies he Soon he shall pursue | W |
| Shuns he thy gifts He soon shall give | X |
| Slights he thy sorrows He shall grieve | Y |
| And soon to all thy wishes bow | Z |
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| II | A |
| But o Melpomene for whom | J |
| Awakes thy golden shell again | C |
| What mortal breath shall e'er presume | J |
| To echo that unbounded strain | E |
| Majestic in the frown of years | A2 |
| Behold the man of Thebes appears | A2 |
| For some there are whose mighty frame | B2 |
| The hand of Jove at birth indow'd | V |
| With hopes that mock the gazing crowd | V |
| As eagles drink the noontide flame | B2 |
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| II | A |
| While the dim raven beats her weary wings | C2 |
| And clamours far below Propitious Muse | D2 |
| While I so late unlock thy purer springs | C2 |
| And breathe whate'er thy ancient airs infuse | D2 |
| Wilt thou for Albion's sons around | V |
| Ne'er had'st thou audience more renown'd | V |
| Thy charming arts imploy | K |
| As when the winds from shore to shore | E2 |
| Through Greece thy lyre's persuasive language bore | E2 |
| Till towns and isles and seas return'd the vocal joy | L |
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| III | A |
| Yet then did pleasure's lawless throng | F2 |
| Oft rushing forth in loose attire | B |
| Thy virgin dance thy graceful song | F2 |
| Pollute with impious revels dire | D |
| O fair o chaste thy echoing shade | V |
| May no soul discord here invade | V |
| Nor let thy strings one accent move | U |
| Except what earth's untroubled ear | G2 |
| 'Mid all her social tribes may hear | G2 |
| And heaven's unerring throne approve | U |
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| III | A |
| Queen of the lyre in thy retreat | V |
| The fairest flowers of Pindus glow | K |
| The vine aspires to crown thy seat | V |
| And myrtles round thy laurel grow | K |
| Thy strings adapt their varied strain | E |
| To every pleasure every pain | E |
| Which mortal tribes were born to prove | U |
| And strait our passions rise or fall | K |
| As at the wind's imperious call | K |
| The ocean swells the billows move | U |
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| III | A |
| When midnight listens o'er the slumbering earth | H2 |
| Let me o Muse thy solemn whispers hear | G2 |
| When morning sends her fragrant breezes forth | I2 |
| With airy murmurs touch my opening ear | G2 |
| And ever watchful at thy side | V |
| Let wisdom's awful suffrage guide | V |
| The tenor of thy lay | K |
| To her of old by Jove was given | J2 |
| To judge the various deeds of earth and heaven | J2 |
| 'Twas thine by gentle arts to win us to her sway | K |
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| IV | U |
| Oft as to well earn'd ease resign'd | V |
| I quit the maze where science toils | K2 |
| Do thou refresh my yielding mind | V |
| With all thy gay delusive spoils | K2 |
| But o indulgent come not nigh | U |
| The busy steps the jealous eye | U |
| Of wealthy care or gainful age | L |
| Whose barren souls thy joys disdain | E |
| And hold as foes to reason's reign | E |
| Whome'er thy lovely works engage | L |
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| IV | U |
| When friendship and when letter'd mirth | H2 |
| Haply partake my simple board | V |
| Then let thy blameless hand call forth | I2 |
| The music of the Teian chord | V |
| Or if invok'd at softer hours | M |
| O seek with me the happy bowers | M |
| That hear Olympia's gentle tongue | L2 |
| To beauty link'd with virtue's train | E |
| To love devoid of jealous pain | E |
| There let the Sapphic lute be strung | L2 |
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| IV | U |
| But when from envy and from death to claim | B2 |
| A hero bleeding for his native land | V |
| When to throw incense on the vestal flame | B2 |
| Of liberty my genius gives command | V |
| Nor Theban voice nor Lesbian lyre | D |
| From thee o Muse do I require | B |
| While my presaging mind | V |
| Conscious of powers she never knew | W |
| Astonish'd grasps at things beyond her view | W |
| Nor by another's fate submits to be confin'd | V |
Mark Akenside
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