Sonnets Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A ABCAACCADEFDEF G HIIHHIIHJKLJKL M NOONNOONPQRPFR S CTCTUEUEVOVOWW U XYYZZYYZA2B2FA2B2F C2 LD2D2LLD2D2LE2F2G2E2 H2G2| ENAMOURED ARCHITECT OF AIRY RHYME | A |
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| ENAMOURED architect of airy rhyme | A |
| Build as thou wilt heed not what each man says | B |
| Good souls but innocent of dreamers ways | C |
| Will come and marvel why thou wastest time | A |
| Others beholding how thy turrets climb | A |
| Twixt theirs and heaven will hate thee all thy days | C |
| But most beware of those who come to praise | C |
| O Wondersmith O worker in sublime | A |
| And heaven sent dreams let art be all in all | D |
| Build as thou wilt unspoiled by praise or blame | E |
| Build as thou wilt and as thy light is given | F |
| Then if at last the airy structure fall | D |
| Dissolve and vanish take thyself no shame | E |
| They fail and they alone who have not striven | F |
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| REMINISCENCE | G |
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| THOUGH I am native to this frozen zone | H |
| That half the twelvemonth torpid lies or dead | I |
| Though the cold azure arching overhead | I |
| And the Atlantic s never ending moan | H |
| Are mine by heritage I must have known | H |
| Life otherwhere in epochs long since fled | I |
| For in my veins some Orient blood is red | I |
| And through my thought are lotus blossoms blown | H |
| I do remember it was just at dusk | J |
| Near a walled garden at the river s turn | K |
| A thousand summers seem but yesterday | L |
| A Nubian girl more sweet than Khoorja musk | J |
| Came to the water tank to fill her urn | K |
| And with the urn she bore my heart away | L |
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| OUTWARD BOUND | M |
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| I LEAVE behind me the elm shadowed square | N |
| And carven portals of the silent street | O |
| And wander on with listless vagrant feet | O |
| Through seaward leading alleys till the air | N |
| Smells of the sea and straightway then the care | N |
| Slips from my heart and life once more is sweet | O |
| At the lane s ending lie the white winged fleet | O |
| O restless Fancy whither wouldst thou fare | N |
| Here are brave pinions that shall take thee far | P |
| Gaunt hulks of Norway ships of red Ceylon | Q |
| Slim masted lovers of the blue Azores | R |
| T is but an instant hence to Zanzibar | P |
| Or to the regions of the Midnight Sun | F |
| Ionian isles are thine and all the fairy shores | R |
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| ANDROMEDA | S |
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| THE SMOOTH WORN coin and threadbare classic phrase | C |
| Of Grecian myths that did beguile my youth | T |
| Beguile me not as in the olden days | C |
| I think more grief and beauty dwell with truth | T |
| Andromeda in fetters by the sea | U |
| Star pale with anguish till young Perseus came | E |
| Less moves me with her suffering than she | U |
| The slim girl figure fettered to dark shame | E |
| That nightly haunts the park there like a shade | V |
| Trailing her wretchedness from street to street | O |
| See where she passes neither wife nor maid | V |
| How all mere fiction crumbles at her feet | O |
| Here is woe s self and not the mask of woe | W |
| A legend s shadow shall not move you so | W |
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| THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY | U |
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| FOREVER am I conscious moving here | X |
| That should I step a little space aside | Y |
| I pass the boundary of some glorified | Y |
| Invisible domain it lies so near | Z |
| Yet nothing know we of that dim frontier | Z |
| Which each must cross whatever fate betide | Y |
| To reach the heavenly cities where abide | Y |
| Thus Sorrow whispers those that were most dear | Z |
| Now all transfigured in celestial light | A2 |
| Shall we indeed behold them thine and mine | B2 |
| Whose going hence made black the noonday sun | F |
| Strange is it that across the narrow night | A2 |
| They fling us not some token or make sign | B2 |
| That all beyond is not Oblivion | F |
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| SLEEP | C2 |
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| WHEN to soft sleep we give ourselves away | L |
| And in a dream as in a fairy bark | D2 |
| Drift on and on through the enchanted dark | D2 |
| To purple daybreak little thought we pay | L |
| To that sweet bitter world we know by day | L |
| We are clean quit of it as is a lark | D2 |
| So high in heaven no human eye can mark | D2 |
| The thin swift pinion cleaving through the gray | L |
| Till we awake ill fate can do no ill | E2 |
| The resting heart shall not take up again | F2 |
| The heavy load that yet must make it bleed | G2 |
| For this brief space the loud world s voice is still | E2 |
| No faintest echo of it brings us pain | H2 |
| How will it be when we shall sleep indeed | G2 |
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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