Rome Unvisited Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCB DEED FGGF HIIH A JKKL MNNM DOOD A MPPM FLLF AQQA RMMR S QMMQ FMMF MTTMI | A |
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The corn has turned from grey to red | B |
Since first my spirit wandered forth | C |
From the drear cities of the north | C |
And to Italia's mountains fled | B |
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And here I set my face towards home | D |
For all my pilgrimage is done | E |
Although methinks yon blood red sun | E |
Marshals the way to Holy Rome | D |
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O Blessed Lady who dost hold | F |
Upon the seven hills thy reign | G |
O Mother without blot or stain | G |
Crowned with bright crowns of triple gold | F |
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O Roma Roma at thy feet | H |
I lay this barren gift of song | I |
For ah the way is steep and long | I |
That leads unto thy sacred street | H |
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II | A |
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And yet what joy it were for me | J |
To turn my feet unto the south | K |
And journeying towards the Tiber mouth | K |
To kneel again at Fiesole | L |
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And wandering through the tangled pines | M |
That break the gold of Arno's stream | N |
To see the purple mist and gleam | N |
Of morning on the Apennines | M |
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By many a vineyard hidden home | D |
Orchard and olive garden grey | O |
Till from the drear Campagna's way | O |
The seven hills bear up the dome | D |
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III | A |
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A pilgrim from the northern seas | M |
What joy for me to seek alone | P |
The wondrous temple and the throne | P |
Of him who holds the awful keys | M |
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When bright with purple and with gold | F |
Come priest and holy cardinal | L |
And borne above the heads of all | L |
The gentle Shepherd of the Fold | F |
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O joy to see before I die | A |
The only God anointed king | Q |
And hear the silver trumpets ring | Q |
A triumph as he passes by | A |
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Or at the brazen pillared shrine | R |
Holds high the mystic sacrifice | M |
And shows his God to human eyes | M |
Beneath the veil of bread and wine | R |
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IV | S |
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For lo what changes time can bring | Q |
The cycles of revolving years | M |
May free my heart from all its fears | M |
And teach my lips a song to sing | Q |
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Before yon field of trembling gold | F |
Is garnered into dusty sheaves | M |
Or ere the autumn's scarlet leaves | M |
Flutter as birds adown the wold | F |
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I may have run the glorious race | M |
And caught the torch while yet aflame | T |
And called upon the holy name | T |
Of Him who now doth hide His face | M |
Oscar Wilde
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