The Old Player Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGGHHIIJJDDKKLL MNOOPPQQRRSSKKTTUUVV OOWW XXYYZZJJPPA2A2B2B2HH C2C2XXDDD2D2E2E2KKF2 G2QQ HHEELLH2H2ZZ B2B2I2I2J2J2ZZK2K2TT L2L2G2G2M2M2N2N2O2O2 P2P2XXD2D2THE curtain rose in thunders long and loud | A |
The galleries rung the veteran actor bowed | A |
In flaming line the telltales of the stage | B |
Showed on his brow the autograph of age | B |
Pale hueless waves amid his clustered hair | C |
And umbered shadows prints of toil and care | C |
Round the wide circle glanced his vacant eye | D |
He strove to speak his voice was but a sigh | D |
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Year after year had seen its short lived race | E |
Flit past the scenes and others take their place | E |
Yet the old prompter watched his accents still | F |
His name still flaunted on the evening's bill | F |
Heroes the monarchs of the scenic floor | G |
Had died in earnest and were heard no more | G |
Beauties whose cheeks such roseate bloom o'er spread | H |
They faced the footlights in unborrowed red | H |
Had faded slowly through successive shades | I |
To gray duennas foils of younger maids | I |
Sweet voices lost the melting tones that start | J |
With Southern throbs the sturdy Saxon heart | J |
While fresh sopranos shook the painted sky | D |
With their long breathless quivering locust cry | D |
Yet there he stood the man of other days | K |
In the clear present's full unsparing blaze | K |
As on the oak a faded leaf that clings | L |
While a new April spreads its burnished wings | L |
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How bright yon rows that soared in triple tier | M |
Their central sun the flashing chandelier | N |
How dim the eye that sought with doubtful aim | O |
Some friendly smile it still might dare to claim | O |
How fresh these hearts his own how worn and cold | P |
Such the sad thoughts that long drawn sigh had told | P |
No word yet faltered on his trembling tongue | Q |
Again again the crashing galleries rung | Q |
As the old guardsman at the bugle's blast | R |
Hears in its strain the echoes of the past | R |
So as the plaudits rolled and thundered round | S |
A life of memories startled at the sound | S |
He lived again the page of earliest days | K |
Days of small fee and parsimonious praise | K |
Then lithe young Romeo hark that silvered tone | T |
From those smooth lips alas they were his own | T |
Then the bronzed Moor with all his love and woe | U |
Told his strange tale of midnight melting snow | U |
And dark plumed Hamlet with his cloak and blade | V |
Looked on the royal ghost himself a shade | V |
All in one flash his youthful memories came | O |
Traced in bright hues of evanescent flame | O |
As the spent swimmer's in the lifelong dream | W |
While the last bubble rises through the stream | W |
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Call him not old whose visionary brain | X |
Holds o'er the past its undivided reign | X |
For him in vain the envious seasons roll | Y |
Who bears eternal summer in his soul | Y |
If yet the minstrel's song the poet's lay | Z |
Spring with her birds or children at their play | Z |
Or maiden's smile or heavenly dream of art | J |
Stir the few life drops creeping round his heart | J |
Turn to the record where his years are told | P |
Count his gray hairs they cannot make him old | P |
What magic power has changed the faded mime | A2 |
One breath of memory on the dust of time | A2 |
As the last window in the buttressed wall | B2 |
Of some gray minster tottering to its fall | B2 |
Though to the passing crowd its hues are spread | H |
A dull mosaic yellow green and red | H |
Viewed from within a radiant glory shows | C2 |
When through its pictured screen the sunlight flows | C2 |
And kneeling pilgrims on its storied pane | X |
See angels glow in every shapeless stain | X |
So streamed the vision through his sunken eye | D |
Clad in the splendors of his morning sky | D |
All the wild hopes his eager boyhood knew | D2 |
All the young fancies riper years proved true | D2 |
The sweet low whispered words the winning glance | E2 |
From queens of song from Houris of the dance | E2 |
Wealth's lavish gift and Flattery's soothing phrase | K |
And Beauty's silence when her blush was praise | K |
And melting Pride her lashes wet with tears | F2 |
Triumphs and banquets wreaths and crowns and cheers | G2 |
Pangs of wild joy that perish on the tongue | Q |
And all that poets dream but leave unsung | Q |
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In every heart some viewless founts are fed | H |
From far off hillsides where the dews were shed | H |
On the worn features of the weariest face | E |
Some youthful memory leaves its hidden trace | E |
As in old gardens left by exiled kings | L |
The marble basins tell of hidden springs | L |
But gray with dust and overgrown with weeds | H2 |
Their choking jets the passer little heeds | H2 |
Till time's revenges break their seals away | Z |
And clad in rainbow light the waters play | Z |
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Good night fond dreamer let the curtain fall | B2 |
The world's a stage and we are players all | B2 |
A strange rehearsal Kings without their crowns | I2 |
And threadbare lords and jewel wearing clowns | I2 |
Speak the vain words that mock their throbbing hearts | J2 |
As Want stern prompter spells them out their parts | J2 |
The tinselled hero whom we praise and pay | Z |
Is twice an actor in a twofold play | Z |
We smile at children when a painted screen | K2 |
Seems to their simple eyes a real scene | K2 |
Ask the poor hireling who has left his throne | T |
To seek the cheerless home he calls his own | T |
Which of his double lives most real seems | L2 |
The world of solid fact or scenic dreams | L2 |
Canvas or clouds the footlights or the spheres | G2 |
The play of two short hours or seventy years | G2 |
Dream on Though Heaven may woo our open eyes | M2 |
Through their closed lids we look on fairer skies | M2 |
Truth is for other worlds and hope for this | N2 |
The cheating future lends the present's bliss | N2 |
Life is a running shade with fettered hands | O2 |
That chases phantoms over shifting sands | O2 |
Death a still spectre on a marble seat | P2 |
With ever clutching palms and shackled feet | P2 |
The airy shapes that mock life's slender chain | X |
The flying joys he strives to clasp in vain | X |
Death only grasps to live is to pursue | D2 |
Dream on there 's nothing but illusion true | D2 |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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