The Lyre Of Anacreon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BCBC DEDE FGFG FHFI JKJK FIFI LMLM FNFO PQPQ RFRF QFQF CNCS| A | |
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| THE minstrel of the classic lay | B |
| Of love and wine who sings | C |
| Still found the fingers run astray | B |
| That touched the rebel strings | C |
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| Of Cadmus he would fain have sung | D |
| Of Atreus and his line | E |
| But all the jocund echoes rung | D |
| With songs of love and wine | E |
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| Ah brothers I would fain have caught | F |
| Some fresher fancy's gleam | G |
| My truant accents find unsought | F |
| The old familiar theme | G |
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| Love Love but not the sportive child | F |
| With shaft and twanging bow | H |
| Whose random arrows drove us wild | F |
| Some threescore years ago | I |
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| Not Eros with his joyous laugh | J |
| The urchin blind and bare | K |
| But Love with spectacles and staff | J |
| And scanty silvered hair | K |
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| Our heads with frosted locks are white | F |
| Our roofs are thatched with snow | I |
| But red in chilling winter's spite | F |
| Our hearts and hearthstones glow | I |
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| Our old acquaintance Time drops in | L |
| And while the running sands | M |
| Their golden thread unheeded spin | L |
| He warms his frozen hands | M |
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| Stay winged hours too swift too sweet | F |
| And waft this message o'er | N |
| To all we miss from all we meet | F |
| On life's fast crumbling shore | O |
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| Say that to old affection true | P |
| We hug the narrowing chain | Q |
| That binds our hearts alas how few | P |
| The links that yet remain | Q |
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| The fatal touch awaits them all | R |
| That turns the rocks to dust | F |
| From year to year they break and fall | R |
| They break but never rust | F |
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| Say if one note of happier strain | Q |
| This worn out harp afford | F |
| One throb that trembles not in vain | Q |
| Their memory lent its chord | F |
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| Say that when Fancy closed her wings | C |
| And Passion quenched his fire | N |
| Love Love still echoed from the strings | C |
| As from Anacreon's lyre | S |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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