Quatrains Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DDEE FF G HIJI J KLMN O PQOQ R CSCS R TUVU W XMXM J YZA2A2 J B2B2II C2 ID2ID2 C2 IE2IE2 J F2C2F2C2 MG2 IIII J IIH2H2 I I2J2I2K2 L2 IIII J M2IM2I M N2O2N2O2 I C2C2P2P2 E Q2IQ2I R2 MMII S2 T2H2T2 S2 MIMI U2 R2R2V2V2 V2 S2R2S2R2 S2 IS2IS2 S2 IC2S2C2 W2 S2 SV2S2S H | A |
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With beams December planets dart | B |
His cold eye truth and conduct scanned | C |
July was in his sunny heart | B |
October in his liberal hand | C |
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A H | - |
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High was her heart and yet was well inclined | D |
Her manners made of bounty well refined | D |
Far capitals and marble courts her eye still seemed to see | E |
Minstrels and kings and high born dames and of the best that be | E |
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'SUUM CUIQUE ' | - |
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Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill | F |
Pay every debt as if God wrote the bill | F |
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HUSH | G |
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Every thought is public | H |
Every nook is wide | I |
Thy gossips spread each whisper | J |
And the gods from side to side | I |
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ORATOR | J |
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He who has no hands | K |
Perforce must use his tongue | L |
Foxes are so cunning | M |
Because they are not strong | N |
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ARTIST | O |
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Quit the hut frequent the palace | P |
Reck not what the people say | Q |
For still where'er the trees grow biggest | O |
Huntsmen find the easiest way | Q |
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POET | R |
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Ever the Poet from the land | C |
Steers his bark and trims his sail | S |
Right out to sea his courses stand | C |
New worlds to find in pinnace frail | S |
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POET | R |
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To clothe the fiery thought | T |
In simple words succeeds | U |
For still the craft of genius is | V |
To mask a king in weeds | U |
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BOTANIST | W |
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Go thou to thy learned task | X |
I stay with the flowers of spring | M |
Do thou of the ages ask | X |
What me the flowers will bring | M |
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GARDENER | J |
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True Bramin in the morning meadows wet | Y |
Expound the Vedas of the violet | Z |
Or hid in vines peeping through many a loop | A2 |
See the plum redden and the beurre stoop | A2 |
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FORESTER | J |
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He took the colour of his vest | B2 |
From rabbit's coat or grouse's breast | B2 |
For as the wood kinds lurk and hide | I |
So walks the woodman unespied | I |
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NORTHMAN | C2 |
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The gale that wrecked you on the sand | I |
It helped my rowers to row | D2 |
The storm is my best galley hand | I |
And drives me where I go | D2 |
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FROM ALCUIN | C2 |
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The sea is the road of the bold | I |
Frontier of the wheat sown plains | E2 |
The pit wherein the streams are rolled | I |
And fountain of the rains | E2 |
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EXCELSIOR | J |
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Over his head were the maple buds | F2 |
And over the tree was the moon | C2 |
And over the moon were the starry studs | F2 |
That drop from the angel's shoon | C2 |
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BORROWING | M |
FROM THE FRENCH | G2 |
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Some of your hurts you have cured | I |
And the sharpest you still have survived | I |
But what torments of grief you endured | I |
From evils which never arrived | I |
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NATURE | J |
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Boon Nature yields each day a brag which we now first behold | I |
And trains us on to slight the new as if it were the old | I |
But blest is he who playing deep yet haply asks not why | H2 |
Too busied with the crowded hour to fear to live or die | H2 |
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FATE | I |
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Her planted eye to day controls | I2 |
Is in the morrow most at home | J2 |
And sternly calls to being souls | I2 |
That curse her when they come | K2 |
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HOROSCOPE | L2 |
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Ere he was born the stars of fate | I |
Plotted to make him rich and great | I |
When from the womb the babe was loosed | I |
The gate of gifts behind him closed | I |
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POWER | J |
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Cast the bantling on the rocks | M2 |
Suckle him with the she wolf's teat | I |
Wintered with the hawk and fox | M2 |
Power and speed be hands and feet | I |
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CLIMACTERIC | M |
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I am not wiser for my age | N2 |
Nor skilful by my grief | O2 |
Life loiters at the book's first page | N2 |
Ah could we turn the leaf | O2 |
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HERI CRAS HODIE | I |
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Shines the last age the next with hope is seen | C2 |
To day slinks poorly off unmarked between | C2 |
Future or Past no richer secret folds | P2 |
O friendless Present than thy bosom holds | P2 |
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MEMORY | E |
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Night dreams trace on Memory's wall | Q2 |
Shadows of the thoughts of day | I |
And thy fortunes as they fall | Q2 |
The bias of the will betray | I |
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LOVE | R2 |
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Love on his errand bound to go | M |
Can swim the flood and wade through snow | M |
Where way is none 'twill creep and wind | I |
And eat through Alps its home to find | I |
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SACRIFICE | S2 |
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Though love repine and reason chafe | T2 |
There came a voice without reply | H2 |
''Tis man's perdition to be safe | T2 |
When for the truth he ought to die ' | - |
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PERICLES | S2 |
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Well and wisely said the Greek | M |
Be thou faithful but not fond | I |
To the altar's foot thy fellow seek | M |
The Furies wait beyond | I |
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CASELLA | U2 |
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Test of the poet is knowledge of love | R2 |
For Eros is older than Saturn or Jove | R2 |
Never was poet of late or of yore | V2 |
Who was not tremulous with love lore | V2 |
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SHAKSPEARE | V2 |
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I see all human wits | S2 |
Are measured but a few | R2 |
Unmeasured still my Shakspeare sits | S2 |
Lone as the blessed Jew | R2 |
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HAFIZ | S2 |
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Her passions the shy violet | I |
From Hafiz never hides | S2 |
Love longings of the raptured bird | I |
The bird to him confides | S2 |
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NATURE IN LEASTS | S2 |
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As sings the pine tree in the wind | I |
So sings in the wind a sprig of the pine | C2 |
Her strength and soul has laughing France | S2 |
Shed in each drop of wine | C2 |
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GREEK TITLE | W2 |
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'A new commandment ' said the smiling Muse | S2 |
'I give my darling son Thou shalt not preach ' | - |
Luther Fox Behmen Swedenborg grew pale | S |
And on the instant rosier clouds upbore | V2 |
Hafiz and Shakspeare with their shining choirs | S2 |
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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