After A Lecture On Keats Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BBCDEEFFGGHHIIJKIIL MMNNOOPPQQRRSSRRTTUU VVBB| A | |
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| 'Purpureos spargam flores ' | - |
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| THE wreath that star crowned Shelley gave | B |
| Is lying on thy Roman grave | B |
| Yet on its turf young April sets | C |
| Her store of slender violets | D |
| Though all the Gods their garlands shower | E |
| I too may bring one purple flower | E |
| Alas what blossom shall I bring | F |
| That opens in my Northern spring | F |
| The garden beds have all run wild | G |
| So trim when I was yet a child | G |
| Flat plantains and unseemly stalks | H |
| Have crept across the gravel walks | H |
| The vines are dead long long ago | I |
| The almond buds no longer blow | I |
| No more upon its mound I see | J |
| The azure plume bound fleur de lis | K |
| Where once the tulips used to show | I |
| In straggling tufts the pansies grow | I |
| The grass has quenched my white rayed gem | L |
| The flowering 'Star of Bethlehem ' | - |
| Though its long blade of glossy green | M |
| And pallid stripe may still be seen | M |
| Nature who treads her nobles down | N |
| And gives their birthright to the clown | N |
| Has sown her base born weedy things | O |
| Above the garden's queens and kings | O |
| Yet one sweet flower of ancient race | P |
| Springs in the old familiar place | P |
| When snows were melting down the vale | Q |
| And Earth unlaced her icy mail | Q |
| And March his stormy trumpet blew | R |
| And tender green came peeping through | R |
| I loved the earliest one to seek | S |
| That broke the soil with emerald beak | S |
| And watch the trembling bells so blue | R |
| Spread on the column as it grew | R |
| Meek child of earth thou wilt not shame | T |
| The sweet dead poet's holy name | T |
| The God of music gave thee birth | U |
| Called from the crimson spotted earth | U |
| Where sobbing his young life away | V |
| His own fair Hyacinthus lay | V |
| The hyacinth my garden gave | B |
| Shall lie upon that Roman grave | B |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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