Ulysses And The Siren Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGHGIJEK LMLMNENE FOHOPQPQ REREESBS MGMGTETE UVWXYZYA2 FNFNYB2YR YC2YHD2E2D2E2

Siren Come worthy Greek Ulysses comeA
Possess these shores with meB
The winds and seas are troublesomeA
And here we may be freeB
Here may we sit and view their toilC
That travail in the deepD
And joy the day in mirth the whileE
And spend the night in sleepD
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Ulysses Fair Nymph if fame or honour wereF
To be attain'd with easeG
Then would I come and rest me thereH
And leave such toils as theseG
But here it dwells and here must II
With danger seek it forthJ
To spend the time luxuriouslyE
Becomes not men of worthK
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Siren Ulysses O be not deceivedL
With that unreal nameM
This honour is a thing conceivedL
And rests on others' fameM
Begotten only to molestN
Our peace and to beguileE
The best thing of our life our restN
And give us up to toilE
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Ulysses Delicious Nymph suppose there wereF
No honour nor reportO
Yet manliness would scorn to wearH
The time in idle sportO
For toil doth give a better touchP
To make us feel our joyQ
And ease finds tediousness as muchP
As labour yields annoyQ
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Siren Then pleasure likewise seems the shoreR
Whereto tends all your toilE
Which you forgo to make it moreR
And perish oft the whileE
Who may disport them diverselyE
Find never tedious dayS
And ease may have varietyB
As well as action mayS
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Ulysses But natures of the noblest frameM
These toils and dangers pleaseG
And they take comfort in the sameM
As much as you in easeG
And with the thought of actions pastT
Are recreated stillE
When Pleasure leaves a touch at lastT
To show that it was illE
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Siren That doth Opinion only causeU
That 's out of Custom bredV
Which makes us many other lawsW
Than ever Nature didX
No widows wail for our delightsY
Our sports are without bloodZ
The world we see by warlike wightsY
Receives more hurt than goodA2
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Ulysses But yet the state of things requireF
These motions of unrestN
And these great Spirits of high desireF
Seem born to turn them bestN
To purge the mischiefs that increaseY
And all good order marB2
For oft we see a wicked peaceY
To be well changed for warR
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Siren Well well Ulysses then I seeY
I shall not have thee hereC2
And therefore I will come to theeY
And take my fortune thereH
I must be won that cannot winD2
Yet lost were I not wonE2
For beauty hath created beenD2
T' undo or be undoneE2

Samuel Daniel



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