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 SV2S2| S 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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