The Nightingale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIJKLMNOGPMQRS GTUVWXWWMYGMRWXZXWW A2TQXWWB2C2XD2E2F2WG 2WWH2I2E2MWJ2XGK2WL2 WXM2N2M2O2P2Q2E2WWR2 S2T2WWWU2XWMV2 P2XXW2X2Y2Z2A3B3WXC3 TD3E3WXWXF3B3B2XXA Conversation Poem April | A |
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No cloud no relique of the sunken day | B |
Distinguishes the West no long thin slip | C |
Of sullen light no obscure trembling hues | D |
Come we will rest on this old mossy bridge | E |
You see the glimmer of the stream beneath | F |
But hear no murmuring it flows silently | G |
O'er its soft bed of verdure All is still | H |
A balmy night and though the stars be dim | I |
Yet let us think upon the vernal showers | J |
That gladden the green earth and we shall find | K |
A pleasure in the dimness of the stars | L |
And hark the Nightingale begins its song | M |
'Most musical most melancholy' bird | N |
A melancholy bird Oh idle thought | O |
In Nature there is nothing melancholy | G |
But some night wandering man whose heart was pierced | P |
With the remembrance of a grievous wrong | M |
Or slow distemper or neglected love | Q |
And so poor wretch filled all things with himself | R |
And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale | S |
Of his own sorrow he and such as he | G |
First named these notes a melancholy strain | T |
And many a poet echoes the conceit | U |
Poet who hath been building up the rhyme | V |
When he had better far have stretched his limbs | W |
Beside a brook in mossy forest dell | X |
By sun or moon light to the influxes | W |
Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements | W |
Surrendering his whole spirit of his song | M |
And of his fame forgetful so his fame | Y |
Should share in Nature's immortality | G |
A venerable thing and so his song | M |
Should make all Nature lovelier and itself | R |
Be loved like Nature But 'twill not be so | W |
And youths and maidens most poetical | X |
Who lose the deepening twilights of the spring | Z |
In ball rooms and hot theatres they still | X |
Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs | W |
O'er Philomela's pity pleading strains | W |
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My Friend and thou our Sister we have learnt | A2 |
A different lore we may not thus profane | T |
Nature's sweet voices always full of love | Q |
And joyance 'Tis the merry Nightingale | X |
That crowds and hurries and precipitates | W |
With fast thick warble his delicious notes | W |
As he were fearful that an April night | B2 |
Would be too short for him to utter forth | C2 |
His love chant and disburthen his full soul | X |
Of all its music | D2 |
And I know a grove | E2 |
Of large extent hard by a castle huge | F2 |
Which the great lord inhabits not and so | W |
This grove is wild with tangling underwood | G2 |
And the trim walks are broken up and grass | W |
Thin grass and king cups grow within the paths | W |
But never elsewhere in one place I knew | H2 |
So many nightingales and far and near | I2 |
In wood and thicket over the wide grove | E2 |
They answer and provoke each other's song | M |
With skirmish and capricious passagings | W |
And murmurs musical and swift jug jug | J2 |
And one low piping sound more sweet than all | X |
Stirring the air with such a harmony | G |
That should you close your eyes you might almost | K2 |
Forget it was not day On moonlight bushes | W |
Whose dewy leaflets are but half disclosed | L2 |
You may perchance behold them on the twigs | W |
Their bright bright eyes their eyes both bright and full | X |
Glistening while many a glow worm in the shade | M2 |
Lights up her love torch | N2 |
A most gentle Maid | M2 |
Who dwelleth in her hospitable home | O2 |
Hard by the castle and at latest eve | P2 |
Even like a Lady vowed and dedicate | Q2 |
To something more than Nature in the grove | E2 |
Glides through the pathways she knows all their notes | W |
That gentle Maid and oft a moment's space | W |
What time the moon was lost behind a cloud | R2 |
Hath heard a pause of silence till the moon | S2 |
Emerging a hath awakened earth and sky | T2 |
With one sensation and those wakeful birds | W |
Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsy | W |
As if some sudden gale had swept at once | W |
A hundred airy harps And she hath watched | U2 |
Many a nightingale perch giddily | X |
On blossomy twig still swinging from the breeze | W |
And to that motion tune his wanton song | M |
Like tipsy Joy that reels with tossing head | V2 |
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Farewell O Warbler till tomorrow eve | P2 |
And you my friends farewell a short farewell | X |
We have been loitering long and pleasantly | X |
And now for our dear homes That strain again | W2 |
Full fain it would delay me My dear babe | X2 |
Who capable of no articulate sound | Y2 |
Mars all things with his imitative lisp | Z2 |
How he would place his hand beside his ear | A3 |
His little hand the small forefinger up | B3 |
And bid us listen And I deem it wise | W |
To make him Nature's play mate He knows well | X |
The evening star and once when he awoke | C3 |
In most distressful mood some inward pain | T |
Had made up that strange thing an infant's dream | D3 |
I hurried with him to our orchard plot | E3 |
And he beheld the moon and hushed at once | W |
Suspends his sobs and laughs most silently | X |
While his fair eyes that swam with undropped tears | W |
Did glitter in the yellow moon beam Well | X |
It is a father's tale But if that Heaven | F3 |
Should give me life his childhood shall grow up | B3 |
Familiar with these songs that with the night | B2 |
He may associate joy Once more farewell | X |
Sweet Nightingale once more my friends farewell | X |
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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