Ode On The Pleasure Arising From Vicissitude Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDDEE FGFGHIJJ KHLHMMII NIMIOPQQ IIIIMMRR QSQTUUII| Now the golden Morn aloft | A |
| Waves her dew bespangled wing | B |
| With vermeil cheek and whisper soft | C |
| She wooes the tardy Spring | B |
| Till April starts and calls around | D |
| The sleeping fragrance from the ground | D |
| And lightly o'er the living scene | E |
| Scatters his freshest tenderest green | E |
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| New born flocks in rustic dance | F |
| Frisking ply their feeble feet | G |
| Forgetful of their wintry trance | F |
| The birds his presence greet | G |
| But chief the skylark warbles high | H |
| His trembling thrilling ecstasy | I |
| And lessening from the dazzled sight | J |
| Melts into air and liquid light | J |
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| Yesterday the sullen year | K |
| Saw the snowy whirlwind fly | H |
| Mute was the music of the air | L |
| The herd stood drooping by | H |
| Their raptures now that wildly flow | M |
| No yesterday nor morrow know | M |
| 'Tis Man alone that joy descries | I |
| With forward and reverted eyes | I |
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| Smiles on past Misfortune's brow | N |
| Soft Reflection's hand can trace | I |
| And o'er the cheek of Sorrow throw | M |
| A melancholy grace | I |
| While Hope prolongs our happier hour | O |
| Or deepest shades that dimly lour | P |
| And blacken round our weary way | Q |
| Gilds with a gleam of distant day | Q |
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| Still where rosy Pleasure leads | I |
| See a kindred Grief pursue | I |
| Behind the steps that Misery treads | I |
| Approaching Comfort view | I |
| The hues of bliss more brightly glow | M |
| Chastised by sabler tints of woe | M |
| And blended form with artful strife | R |
| The strength and harmony of life | R |
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| See the wretch that long has tost | Q |
| On the thorny bed of pain | S |
| At length repair his vigour lost | Q |
| And breathe and walk again | T |
| The meanest floweret of the vale | U |
| The simplest note that swells the gale | U |
| The common sun the air the skies | I |
| To him are opening Paradise | I |
Thomas Gray
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