Dante, Shakespeare, Milton - From Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPOQRO STKPUVWXYZA2B2C2D2E2 F2G2H2I2J2ZK2L2M2N2O 2G2EP2Q2R2N2S2T2U2V2 W2X2Y2Z2A3GB3C3B3D3T 2E3J2F3B2G3| Doctor Ah thou too | A |
| Sad Alighieri like a waning moon | B |
| Setting in storm behind a grove of bays | C |
| Balder Yes the great Florentine who wove his web | D |
| And thrust it into hell and drew it forth | E |
| Immortal having burn d all that could burn | F |
| And leaving only what shall still be found | G |
| Untouch d nor with the small of fire upon it | H |
| Under the final ashes of this world | I |
| Doctor Shakespeare and Milton | J |
| Balder Switzerland and home | K |
| I ne er see Milton but I see the Alps | L |
| As once sole standing on a peak supreme | M |
| To the extremest verge summit and gulf | N |
| I saw height after depth Alp beyond Alp | O |
| O er which the rising and the sinking soul | P |
| Sails into distance heaving as a ship | O |
| O er a great sea that sets to strands unseen | Q |
| And as the mounting and descending bark | R |
| Borne on exulting by the under deep | O |
| Gains of the wild wave something not the wave | S |
| Catches a joy of going and a will | T |
| Resistless and upon the last lee foam | K |
| Leaps into air beyond it so the soul | P |
| upon the Alpine ocean mountain toss d | U |
| Incessant carried up to heaven and plunged | V |
| To darkness and still wet with drops of death | W |
| Held into light eternal and again | X |
| Cast down to be again uplift in vast | Y |
| And infinite succession cannot stay | Z |
| The mad momentum but in frenzied sight | A2 |
| Of horizontal clouds and mists and skies | B2 |
| And the untried Inane springs on the surge | C2 |
| Of things and passing matter by a force | D2 |
| Material thro vacuity careers | E2 |
| Rising and falling | F2 |
| Doctor And my Shakespeare Call | G2 |
| Milton your Alps and which is he among | H2 |
| The tops of Andes Keep your Paradise | I2 |
| And Eves and Adams but give me the Earth | J2 |
| That Shakespeare drew and make it grave and gay | Z |
| With Shakespeare s men and women let me laugh | K2 |
| Or weep with them and you a wager aye | L2 |
| A wager by my faith either his muse | M2 |
| Was the recording angel or that hand | N2 |
| Cherubic which fills up the Book of Life | O2 |
| Caught what the last relaxing gripe let fall | G2 |
| By a death bed at Stratford and hence forth | E |
| Holds Shakespeare s pen Now strain your sinews poet | P2 |
| And top your Pelion Milton Switzerland | Q2 |
| And English Shakespeare | R2 |
| Balder This dear English land | N2 |
| This happy England loud with brooks and birds | S2 |
| Shining with harvests cool with dewy trees | T2 |
| And bloom d from hill to dell but whose best flowers | U2 |
| Are daughters and Ophelia still more fair | V2 |
| Than any rose she weaves whose noblest floods | W2 |
| The pulsing torrent of a nation s heart | X2 |
| Whose forests stronger than her native oaks | Y2 |
| Are living men and whose unfathom d lakes | Z2 |
| Forever calm the unforgotten dead | A3 |
| In quiet graveyards willow d seemly round | G |
| O er which To day bends sad and sees his face | B3 |
| Whose rocks are rights consolidate of old | C3 |
| Thro unremember d years around whose base | B3 |
| The ever surging peoples roll and roar | D3 |
| Perpetual as around her cliffs the seas | T2 |
| That only wash them whiter and whose mountains | E3 |
| Souls that from this mere footing of the earth | J2 |
| Lift their great virtues thro all clouds of Fate | F3 |
| Up to the very heavens and make them rise | B2 |
| To keep the gods above us | G3 |
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