The Strayed Reveller Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIJKLMNHOPQBMR CS C B A MCCMCLTUVWMXMYDZHA2C CCLLLHGCHR C NB2CYBCLGCC2 A EC2LHD2LE2 C JCHLC C D2BLCHF2CLG2H2CJHCLL LE2CLC C CCP A I2TPLBLLLJJ2CCBCE C CBLLLCCHYCCCCLK2L A LCCL2C2CLCM2BLK2CCCC N2CCHLELLLCBL2PLCL2E HO2K2LLLHCLCCK2B2JCO 2JLJEP2DLCNQ2JDCR2CJ LJCHCPCS2HJHCCLHJDJC DK2LCHCJLCCK2DDCT2K2 U2DCHHDCCDJCV2K2HCJK 2LLCLCH2W2CJCJCLJJDJ DJLLLJJJJDJLJLJLDJL| The Youth | A |
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| Faster faster | B |
| O Circe Goddess | C |
| Let the wild thronging train | D |
| The bright procession | E |
| Of eddying forms | F |
| Sweep through my soul | G |
| Thou standest smiling | H |
| Down on me thy right arm | I |
| Lean'd up against the column there | J |
| Props thy soft cheek | K |
| Thy left holds hanging loosely | L |
| The deep cup ivy cinctured | M |
| I held but now | N |
| Is it then evening | H |
| So soon I see the night dews | O |
| Cluster'd in thick beads dim | P |
| The agate brooch stones | Q |
| On thy white shoulder | B |
| The cool night wind too | M |
| Blows through the portico | R |
| Stirs thy hair Goddess | C |
| Waves thy white robe | S |
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| Circe | C |
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| Whence art thou sleeper | B |
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| The Youth | A |
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| When the white dawn first | M |
| Through the rough fir planks | C |
| Of my hut by the chestnuts | C |
| Up at the valley head | M |
| Came breaking Goddess | C |
| I sprang up I threw round me | L |
| My dappled fawn skin | T |
| Passing out from the wet turf | U |
| Where they lay by the hut door | V |
| I snatch'd up my vine crown my fir staff | W |
| All drench'd in dew | M |
| Came swift down to join | X |
| The rout early gather'd | M |
| In the town round the temple | Y |
| Iacchus' white fane | D |
| On yonder hill | Z |
| Quick I pass'd following | H |
| The wood cutters' cart track | A2 |
| Down the dark valley I saw | C |
| On my left through the beeches | C |
| Thy palace Goddess | C |
| Smokeless empty | L |
| Trembling I enter'd beheld | L |
| The court all silent | L |
| The lions sleeping | H |
| On the altar this bowl | G |
| I drank Goddess | C |
| And sank down here sleeping | H |
| On the steps of thy portico | R |
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| Circe | C |
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| Foolish boy Why tremblest thou | N |
| Thou lovest it then my wine | B2 |
| Wouldst more of it See how glows | C |
| Through the delicate flush'd marble | Y |
| The red creaming liquor | B |
| Strown with dark seeds | C |
| Drink thee I chide thee not | L |
| Deny thee not my bowl | G |
| Come stretch forth thy hand thee so | C |
| Drink drink again | C2 |
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| The Youth | A |
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| Thanks gracious one | E |
| Ah the sweet fumes again | C2 |
| More soft ah me | L |
| More subtle winding | H |
| Than Pan's flute music | D2 |
| Faint faint Ah me | L |
| Again the sweet sleep | E2 |
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| Circe | C |
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| Hist Thou within there | J |
| Come forth Ulysses | C |
| Art tired with hunting | H |
| While we range the woodland | L |
| See what the day brings | C |
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| Ulysses | C |
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| Ever new magic | D2 |
| Hast thou then lured hither | B |
| Wonderful Goddess by thy art | L |
| The young languid eyed Ampelus | C |
| Iacchus' darling | H |
| Or some youth beloved of Pan | F2 |
| Of Pan and the Nymphs | C |
| That he sits bending downward | L |
| His white delicate neck | G2 |
| To the ivy wreathed marge | H2 |
| Of thy cup the bright glancing vine leaves | C |
| That crown his hair | J |
| Falling forward mingling | H |
| With the dark ivy plants | C |
| His fawn skin half untied | L |
| Smear'd with red wine stains Who is he | L |
| That he sits overweigh'd | L |
| By fumes of wine and sleep | E2 |
| So late in thy portico | C |
| What youth Goddess what guest | L |
| Of Gods or mortals | C |
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| Circe | C |
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| Hist he wakes | C |
| I lured him not hither Ulysses | C |
| Nay ask him | P |
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| The Youth | A |
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| Who speaks' Ah who comes forth | I2 |
| To thy side Goddess from within | T |
| How shall I name him | P |
| This spare dark featured | L |
| Quick eyed stranger | B |
| Ah and I see too | L |
| His sailor's bonnet | L |
| His short coat travel tarnish'd | L |
| With one arm bare | J |
| Art thou not he whom fame | J2 |
| This long time rumours | C |
| The favour'd guest of Circe brought by the waves | C |
| Art thou he stranger | B |
| The wise Ulysses | C |
| Laertes' son | E |
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| Ulysses | C |
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| I am Ulysses | C |
| And thou too sleeper | B |
| Thy voice is sweet | L |
| It may be thou hast follow'd | L |
| Through the islands some divine bard | L |
| By age taught many things | C |
| Age and the Muses | C |
| And heard him delighting | H |
| The chiefs and people | Y |
| In the banquet and learn'd his songs | C |
| Of Gods and Heroes | C |
| Of war and arts | C |
| And peopled cities | C |
| Inland or built | L |
| By the gray sea If so then hail | K2 |
| I honour and welcome thee | L |
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| The Youth | A |
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| The Gods are happy | L |
| They turn on all sides | C |
| Their shining eyes | C |
| And see below them | L2 |
| The earth and men | C2 |
| They see Tiresias | C |
| Sitting staff in hand | L |
| On the warm grassy | C |
| Asopus bank | M2 |
| His robe drawn over | B |
| His old sightless head | L |
| Revolving inly | K2 |
| The doom of Thebes | C |
| They see the Centaurs | C |
| In the upper glens | C |
| Of Pelion in the streams | C |
| Where red berried ashes fringe | N2 |
| The clear brown shallow pools | C |
| With streaming flanks and heads | C |
| Rear'd proudly snuffing | H |
| The mountain wind | L |
| They see the Indian | E |
| Drifting knife in hand | L |
| His frail boat moor'd to | L |
| A floating isle thick matted | L |
| With large leaved low creeping melon plants | C |
| And the dark cucumber | B |
| He reaps and stows them | L2 |
| Drifting drifting round him | P |
| Round his green harvest plot | L |
| Flow the cool lake waves | C |
| The mountains ring them | L2 |
| They see the Scythian | E |
| On the wide stepp unharnessing | H |
| His wheel'd house at noon | O2 |
| He tethers his beast down and makes his meal | K2 |
| Mares' milk and bread | L |
| Baked on the embers all around | L |
| The boundless waving grass plains stretch thick starr'd | L |
| With saffron and the yellow hollyhock | H |
| And flag leaved iris flowers | C |
| Sitting in his cart | L |
| He makes his meal before him for long miles | C |
| Alive with bright green lizards | C |
| And the springing bustard fowl | K2 |
| The track a straight black line | B2 |
| Furrows the rich soil here and there | J |
| Cluster of lonely mounds | C |
| Topp'd with rough hewn | O2 |
| Gray rain blear'd statues overpeer | J |
| The sunny waste | L |
| They see the ferry | J |
| On the broad clay laden | E |
| Lone Chorasmian stream thereon | P2 |
| With snort and strain | D |
| Two horses strongly swimming tow | L |
| The ferry boat with woven ropes | C |
| To either bow | N |
| Firm harness'd by the mane a chief | Q2 |
| With shout and shaken spear | J |
| Stands at the prow and guides them but astern | D |
| The cowering merchants in long robes | C |
| Sit pale beside their wealth | R2 |
| Of silk bales and of balsam drops | C |
| Of gold and ivory | J |
| Of turquoise earth and amethyst | L |
| Jasper and chalcedony | J |
| And milk barred onyx stones | C |
| The loaded boat swings groaning | H |
| In the yellow eddies | C |
| The Gods behold him | P |
| They see the Heroes | C |
| Sitting in the dark ship | S2 |
| On the foamless long heaving | H |
| Violet sea | J |
| At sunset nearing | H |
| The Happy Islands | C |
| These things Ulysses | C |
| The wise bards also | L |
| Behold and sing | H |
| But oh what labour | J |
| O prince what pain | D |
| They too can see | J |
| Tiresias but the Gods | C |
| Who give them vision | D |
| Added this law | K2 |
| That they should bear too | L |
| His groping blindness | C |
| His dark foreboding | H |
| His scorn'd white hairs | C |
| Bear Hera's anger | J |
| Through a life lengthen'd | L |
| To seven ages | C |
| They see the Centaurs | C |
| On Pelion then they feel | K2 |
| They too the maddening wine | D |
| Swell their large veins to bursting in wild pain | D |
| They feel the biting spears | C |
| Of the grim Lapith and Theseus drive | T2 |
| Drive crashing through their bones they feel | K2 |
| High on a jutting rock in the red stream | U2 |
| Alcmena's dreadful son | D |
| Ply his bow such a price | C |
| The Gods exact for song | H |
| To become what we sing | H |
| They see the Indian | D |
| On his mountain lake but squalls | C |
| Make their skiff reel and worms | C |
| In the unkind spring have gnawn | D |
| Their melon harvest to the heart They see | J |
| The Scythian but long frosts | C |
| Parch them in winter time on the bare stepp | V2 |
| Till they too fade like grass they crawl | K2 |
| Like shadows forth in spring | H |
| They see the merchants | C |
| On the Oxus stream but care | J |
| Must visit first them too and make them pale | K2 |
| Whether through whirling sand | L |
| A cloud of desert robber horse have burst | L |
| Upon their caravan or greedy kings | C |
| In the wall'd cities the way passes through | L |
| Crush'd them with tolls or fever airs | C |
| On some great river's marge | H2 |
| Mown them down far from home | W2 |
| They see the Heroes | C |
| Near harbour but they share | J |
| Their lives and former violent toil in Thebes | C |
| Seven gated Thebes or Troy | J |
| Or where the echoing oars | C |
| Of Argo first | L |
| Startled the unknown sea | J |
| The old Silenus | J |
| Came lolling in the sunshine | D |
| From the dewy forest coverts | J |
| This way at noon | D |
| Sitting by me while his Fauns | J |
| Down at the water side | L |
| Sprinkled and smoothed | L |
| His drooping garland | L |
| He told me these things | J |
| But I Ulysses | J |
| Sitting on the warm steps | J |
| Looking over the valley | J |
| All day long have seen | D |
| Without pain without labour | J |
| Sometimes a wild hair'd M nad | L |
| Sometimes a Faun with torches | J |
| And sometimes for a moment | L |
| Passing through the dark stems | J |
| Flowing robed the beloved | L |
| The desired the divine | D |
| Beloved Iacchus | J |
| Ah cool night | L |
Matthew Arnold
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