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