To A Skylark Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDD EDEDD FGFGG HDGDD IJIJK KDKDD DLDLL GDGDD GEGEE GDGDD DMDNM OPOQP DGDGG RDRDD SGSGG SLSLD TUTUU EDEDD GJGKJ SDSDD SGSGG| Hail to thee blithe Spirit | A |
| Bird thou never wert | B |
| That from heaven or near it | C |
| Pourest thy full heart | D |
| In profuse strains of unpremeditated art | D |
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| Higher still and higher | E |
| From the earth thou springest | D |
| Like a cloud of fire | E |
| The blue deep thou wingest | D |
| And singing still dost soar and soaring ever singest | D |
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| In the golden lightning | F |
| Of the sunken sun | G |
| O'er which clouds are bright'ning | F |
| Thou dost float and run | G |
| Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun | G |
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| The pale purple even | H |
| Melts around thy flight | D |
| Like a star of heaven | G |
| In the broad daylight | D |
| Thou art unseen but yet I hear thy shrill delight | D |
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| Keen as are the arrows | I |
| Of that silver sphere | J |
| Whose intense lamp narrows | I |
| In the white dawn clear | J |
| Until we hardly see we feel that it is there | K |
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| All the earth and air | K |
| With thy voice is loud | D |
| As when night is bare | K |
| From one lonely cloud | D |
| The moon rains out her beams and heaven is overflowed | D |
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| What thou art we know not | D |
| What is most like thee | L |
| From rainbow clouds there flow not | D |
| Drops so bright to see | L |
| As from thy presence showers a rain of melody | L |
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| Like a poet hidden | G |
| In the light of thought | D |
| Singing hymns unbidden | G |
| Till the world is wrought | D |
| To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not | D |
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| Like a high born maiden | G |
| In a palace tower | E |
| Soothing her love laden | G |
| Soul in secret hour | E |
| With music sweet as love which overflows her bower | E |
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| Like a glow worm golden | G |
| In a dell of dew | D |
| Scattering unbeholden | G |
| Its aerial hue | D |
| Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view | D |
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| Like a rose embowered | D |
| In its own green leaves | M |
| By warm winds deflowered | D |
| Till the scent it gives | N |
| Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy winged thieves | M |
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| Sound of vernal showers | O |
| On the twinkling grass | P |
| Rain awakened flowers | O |
| All that ever was | Q |
| Joyous and clear and fresh thy music doth surpass | P |
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| Teach us sprite or bird | D |
| What sweet thoughts are thine | G |
| I have never heard | D |
| Praise of love or wine | G |
| That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine | G |
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| Chorus hymeneal | R |
| Or triumphal chaunt | D |
| Matched with thine would be all | R |
| But an empty vaunt | D |
| A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want | D |
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| What objects are the fountains | S |
| Of thy happy strain | G |
| What fields or waves or mountains | S |
| What shapes of sky or plain | G |
| What love of thine own kind what ignorance of pain | G |
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| With thy clear keen joyance | S |
| Languor cannot be | L |
| Shadow of annoyance | S |
| Never came near thee | L |
| Thou lovest but ne'er knew love's sad satiety | D |
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| Waking or asleep | T |
| Thou of death must deem | U |
| Things more true and deep | T |
| Than we mortals dream | U |
| Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream | U |
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| We look before and after | E |
| And pine for what is not | D |
| Our sincerest laughter | E |
| With some pain is fraught | D |
| Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought | D |
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| Yet if we could scorn | G |
| Hate and pride and fear | J |
| If we were things born | G |
| Not to shed a tear | K |
| I know not how thy joy we ever should come near | J |
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| Better than all measures | S |
| Of delightful sound | D |
| Better than all treasures | S |
| That in books are found | D |
| Thy skill to poet were thou scorner of the ground | D |
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| Teach me half the gladness | S |
| That thy brain must know | G |
| Such harmonious madness | S |
| From my lips would flow | G |
| The world should listen then as I am listening now | G |
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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