Sirena Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCEFGFGHHGIG EGEGJGJGKLMLH LGLGNGNGOBOBH KGPGQGRGJJJJH SFSFEBEBJGJGH JLJLJGJGJEJEH JTJTEEEEFBFBH JGJGUTUTJGJGH GEGEVEVEFBFBH EGEGJGJGJGJGHHGIGNear to the silver Trent | A |
SIRENA dwelleth | B |
She to whom Nature lent | A |
All that excelleth | B |
By which the Muses late | C |
And the neat Graces | D |
Have for their greater state | C |
Taken their places | E |
Twisting an anadem | F |
Wherewith to crown her | G |
As it belong'd to them | F |
Most to renown her | G |
On thy bank | H |
In a rank | H |
Let thy swans sing her | G |
And with their music | I |
Along let them bring her | G |
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Tagus and Pactolus | E |
Are to thee debtor | G |
Nor for their gold to us | E |
Are they the better | G |
Henceforth of all the rest | J |
Be thou the River | G |
Which as the daintiest | J |
Puts them down ever | G |
For as my precious one | K |
O'er thee doth travel | L |
She to pearl paragon | M |
Turneth thy gravel | L |
On thy bank | H |
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Our mournful Philomel | L |
That rarest tuner | G |
Henceforth in Aperil | L |
Shall wake the sooner | G |
And to her shall complain | N |
From the thick cover | G |
Redoubling every strain | N |
Over and over | G |
For when my Love too long | O |
Her chamber keepeth | B |
As though it suffer'd wrong | O |
The Morning weepeth | B |
On thy bank | H |
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Oft have I seen the Sun | K |
To do her honour | G |
Fix himself at his noon | P |
To look upon her | G |
And hath gilt every grove | Q |
Every hill near her | G |
With his flames from above | R |
Striving to cheer her | G |
And when she from his sight | J |
Hath herself turn egrave d | J |
He as it had been night | J |
In clouds hath mourn egrave d | J |
On thy bank | H |
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The verdant meads are seen | S |
When she doth view them | F |
In fresh and gallant green | S |
Straight to renew them | F |
And every little grass | E |
Broad itself spreadeth | B |
Proud that this bonny lass | E |
Upon it treadeth | B |
Nor flower is so sweet | J |
In this large cincture | G |
But it upon her feet | J |
Leaveth some tincture | G |
On thy bank | H |
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The fishes in the flood | J |
When she doth angle | L |
For the hook strive a good | J |
Them to entangle | L |
And leaping on the land | J |
From the clear water | G |
Their scales upon the sand | J |
Lavishly scatter | G |
Therewith to pave the mould | J |
Whereon she passes | E |
So herself to behold | J |
As in her glasses | E |
On thy bank | H |
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When she looks out by night | J |
The stars stand gazing | T |
Like comets to our sight | J |
Fearfully blazing | T |
As wond'ring at her eyes | E |
With their much brightness | E |
Which so amaze the skies | E |
Dimming their lightness | E |
The raging tempests are calm | F |
When she speaketh | B |
Such most delightsome balm | F |
From her lips breaketh | B |
On thy bank | H |
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In all our Brittany | J |
There 's not a fairer | G |
Nor can you fit any | J |
Should you compare her | G |
Angels her eyelids keep | U |
All hearts surprising | T |
Which look whilst she doth sleep | U |
Like the sun's rising | T |
She alone of her kind | J |
Knoweth true measure | G |
And her unmatch egrave d mind | J |
Is heaven's treasure | G |
On thy bank | H |
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Fair Dove and Darwen clear | G |
Boast ye your beauties | E |
To Trent your mistress here | G |
Yet pay your duties | E |
My Love was higher born | V |
Tow'rds the full fountains | E |
Yet she doth moorland scorn | V |
And the Peak mountains | E |
Nor would she none should dream | F |
Where she abideth | B |
Humble as is the stream | F |
Which by her slideth | B |
On thy bank | H |
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Yet my pour rustic Muse | E |
Nothing can move her | G |
Nor the means I can use | E |
Though her true lover | G |
Many a long winter's night | J |
Have I waked for her | G |
Yet this my piteous plight | J |
Nothing can stir her | G |
All thy sands silver Trent | J |
Down to the Humber | G |
The sighs that I have spent | J |
Never can number | G |
On thy bank | H |
In a rank | H |
Let thy swans sing her | G |
And with their music | I |
Along let them bring her | G |
Michael Drayton
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