The Garden Of Boccaccio (exerpt) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHII JKJKLLMMNNNNOOPP QQN HRNN HHSSTTNN U V| Of late in one of those most weary hours | A |
| When life seems emptied of all genial powers | A |
| A dready mood which he who ne'er has known | B |
| May bless his happy lot I sate alone | B |
| And from the numbing spell to win relief | C |
| Call'd on the Past for thought of glee or grief | C |
| In vain bereft alike of grief and glee | D |
| I sate and cow'r'd o'er my own vacancy | D |
| And as I watch'd the dull continuous ache | E |
| Which all else slumb'ring seem'd alone to wake | E |
| O Friend long wont to notice yet conceal | F |
| And soothe by silence what words cannot heal | F |
| I but half saw that quiet hand of thine | G |
| Place on my desk this exquisite design | G |
| Boccaccio's Garden and its faery | H |
| The love the joyaunce and the gallantry | H |
| An Idyll with Boccaccio's spirit warm | I |
| Framed in the silent poesy of form | I |
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| Like flocks adown a newly bath d steep | J |
| Emerging from a mist or like a stream | K |
| Of music soft that not dispels the sleep | J |
| But casts in happier moulds the slumberer's dream | K |
| Gazed by an idle eye with silent might | L |
| The picture stole upon my inward sight | L |
| A tremulous warmth crept gradual o'er my chest | M |
| As though an infant's finger touch'd my breast | M |
| And one by one I know not whence were brought | N |
| All spirits of power that most had stirr'd my thought | N |
| In selfless boyhood on a new world tost | N |
| Of wonder and in its own fancies lost | N |
| Or charm'd my youth that kindled from above | O |
| Loved ere it loved and sought a form for love | O |
| Or lent a lustre to the earnest scan | P |
| Of manhood musing what and whence is man | P |
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| And many a verse which to myself I sang | Q |
| That woke the tear yet stole away the pang | Q |
| Of hopes which in lamenting I renew'd | N |
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| Thanks gentle artist now I can descry | H |
| Thy fair creation with a mastering eye | R |
| And all awake And now in fix'd gaze stand | N |
| Now wander through the Eden of thy hand | N |
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| I see no longer I myself am there | H |
| Sit on the ground sward and the banquet share | H |
| 'Tis I that sweep that lute's love echoing strings | S |
| And gaze upon the maid who gazing sings | S |
| Or pause and listen to the tinkling bells | T |
| From the high tower and think that there she dwells | T |
| With old Boccaccio's soul I stand possest | N |
| And breathe an air like life that swells my chest | N |
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| Still in thy garden let me watch their pranks | U |
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| With that sly satyr peeping through the leaves | V |
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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