Alciphron: A Fragment. Letter I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBBCDEDFFGHGIJJKKLM NONOPPBQBBBQRSRSTUTU VVWW XYZA2ZA2B2C2JD2D2JD2 E2E2F2PF2PG2JJH2G2J I2J2I2J2K2JK2JL2L2M2 M2N2N2 O2O2P2P2Q2PQ2PR2R2S2 S2 FT2U2T2V2IJJG2BG2BD2 D2N2N2 W2BW2BD2D2FHFPG2X2G2 G2X2CY2CY2 E2L2E2Z2SA3SA3B3FB3F F2JF2JI2C3I2C3D3E3D3 E3 R2R2BBF3F3N2QN2QSSFF R2R2G3G3 H3I3H3I3E2E2E2E2J3E2 J3J3E2K3L3K3L3FK3F E2E2JJJE2F3F3E2E2E2E 2E2D2ID2I N2N2G3G3D3E3D3E3JE2J E2E2HE2H M3M3FFN3O3N3O3P3R2P3 R2E2E2JJFFFROM ALCIPHRON AT ALEXANDRIA TO CLEON AT ATHENS | A |
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Well may you wonder at my flight | B |
From those fair Gardens in whose bowers | C |
Lingers whate'er of wise and bright | B |
Of Beauty's smile or Wisdom's light | B |
Is left to grace this world of ours | C |
Well may my comrades as they roam | D |
On such sweet eyes as this inquire | E |
Why I have left that happy home | D |
Where all is found that all desire | F |
And Time hath wings that never tire | F |
Where bliss in all the countless shapes | G |
That Fancy's self to bliss hath given | H |
Comes clustering round like roadside grapes | G |
That woo the traveller's lip at even | I |
Where Wisdom flings not joy away | J |
As Pallas in the stream they say | J |
Once flung her flute but smiling owns | K |
That woman's lip can send forth tones | K |
Worth all the music of those spheres | L |
So many dream of but none hears | M |
Where Virtue's self puts on so well | N |
Her sister Pleasure's smile that loath | O |
From either nymph apart to dwell | N |
We finish by embracing both | O |
Yes such the place of bliss I own | P |
From all whose charms I just have flown | P |
And even while thus to thee I write | B |
And by the Nile's dark flood recline | Q |
Fondly in thought I wing my flight | B |
Back to those groves and gardens bright | B |
And often think by this sweet light | B |
How lovelily they all must shine | Q |
Can see that graceful temple throw | R |
Down the green slope its lengthened shade | S |
While on the marble steps below | R |
There sits some fair Athenian maid | S |
Over some favorite volume bending | T |
And by her side a youthful sage | U |
Holds back the ringlets that descending | T |
Would else o'ershadow all the page | U |
But hence such thoughts nor let me grieve | V |
O'er scenes of joy that I but leave | V |
As the bird quits awhile its nest | W |
To come again with livelier zest | W |
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And now to tell thee what I fear | X |
Thou'lt gravely smile at why I'm here | Y |
Tho' thro' my life's short sunny dream | Z |
I've floated without pain or care | A2 |
Like a light leaf down pleasure's stream | Z |
Caught in each sparkling eddy there | A2 |
Tho' never Mirth awaked a strain | B2 |
That my heart echoed not again | C2 |
Yet have I felt when even most gay | J |
Sad thoughts I knew not whence or why | D2 |
Suddenly o'er my spirit fly | D2 |
Like clouds that ere we've time to say | J |
How bright the sky is shade the sky | D2 |
Sometimes so vague so undefined | E2 |
Were these strange darkenings of my mind | E2 |
While naught but joy around me beamed | F2 |
So causelessly they've come and flown | P |
That not of life or earth they seemed | F2 |
But shadows from some world unknown | P |
More oft however 'twas the thought | G2 |
How soon that scene with all its play | J |
Of life and gladness must decay | J |
Those lips I prest the hands I caught | H2 |
Myself the crowd that mirth had brought | G2 |
Around me swept like weeds away | J |
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This thought it was that came to shed | I2 |
O'er rapture's hour its worst alloys | J2 |
And close as shade with sunshine wed | I2 |
Its sadness with my happiest joys | J2 |
Oh but for this disheartening voice | K2 |
Stealing amid our mirth to say | J |
That all in which we most rejoice | K2 |
Ere night may be the earthworm's prey | J |
But for this bitter only this | L2 |
Full as the world is brimmed with bliss | L2 |
And capable as feels my soul | M2 |
Of draining to its dregs the whole | M2 |
I should turn earth to heaven and be | N2 |
If bliss made Gods a Deity | N2 |
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Thou know'st that night the very last | O2 |
That 'mong my Garden friends I past | O2 |
When the School held its feast of mirth | P2 |
To celebrate our founder's birth | P2 |
And all that He in dreams but saw | Q2 |
When he set Pleasure on the throne | P |
Of this bright world and wrote her law | Q2 |
In human hearts was felt and known | P |
Not in unreal dreams but true | R2 |
Substantial joy as pulse e'er knew | R2 |
By hearts and bosoms that each felt | S2 |
Itself the realm where Pleasure dwelt | S2 |
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That night when all our mirth was o'er | F |
The minstrels silent and the feet | T2 |
Of the young maidens heard no more | U2 |
So stilly was the time so sweet | T2 |
And such a calm came o'er that scene | V2 |
Where life and revel late had been | I |
Lone as the quiet of some bay | J |
From which the sea hath ebbed away | J |
That still I lingered lost in thought | G2 |
Gazing upon the stars of night | B |
Sad and intent as if I sought | G2 |
Some mournful secret in their light | B |
And asked them mid that silence why | D2 |
Man glorious man alone must die | D2 |
While they less wonderful than he | N2 |
Shine on thro' all eternity | N2 |
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That night thou haply may'st forget | W2 |
Its loveliness but 'twas a night | B |
To make earth's meanest slave regret | W2 |
Leaving a world so soft and bright | B |
On one side in the dark blue sky | D2 |
Lonely and radiant was the eye | D2 |
Of Jove himself while on the other | F |
'Mong stars that came out one by one | H |
The young moon like the Roman mother | F |
Among her living jewels shone | P |
Oh that from yonder orbs I thought | G2 |
Pure and eternal as they are | X2 |
There could to earth some power be brought | G2 |
Some charm with their own essence fraught | G2 |
To make man deathless as a star | X2 |
And open to his vast desires | C |
A course as boundless and sublime | Y2 |
As that which waits those comet fires | C |
That burn and roam throughout all time | Y2 |
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While thoughts like these absorbed my mind | E2 |
That weariness which earthly bliss | L2 |
However sweet still leaves behind | E2 |
As if to show how earthly 'tis | Z2 |
Came lulling o'er me and I laid | S |
My limbs at that fair statue's base | A3 |
That miracle which Art hath made | S |
Of all the choice of Nature's grace | A3 |
To which so oft I've knelt and sworn | B3 |
That could a living maid like her | F |
Unto this wondering world be born | B3 |
I would myself turn worshipper | F |
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Sleep came then o'er me and I seemed | F2 |
To be transported far away | J |
To a bleak desert plain where gleamed | F2 |
One single melancholy ray | J |
Throughout that darkness dimly shed | I2 |
From a small taper in the hand | C3 |
Of one who pale as are the dead | I2 |
Before me took his spectral stand | C3 |
And said while awfully a smile | D3 |
Came o'er the wanness of his cheek | E3 |
Go and beside the sacred Nile | D3 |
You'll find the Eternal Life you seek | E3 |
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Soon as he spoke these words the hue | R2 |
Of death o'er all his features grew | R2 |
Like the pale morning when o'er night | B |
She gains the victory full of light | B |
While the small torch he held became | F3 |
A glory in his hand whose flame | F3 |
Brightened the desert suddenly | N2 |
Even to the far horizon's line | Q |
Along whose level I could see | N2 |
Gardens and groves that seemed to shine | Q |
As if then o'er them freshly played | S |
A vernal rainbow's rich cascade | S |
And music floated every where | F |
Circling as 'twere itself the air | F |
And spirits on whose wings the hue | R2 |
Of heaven still lingered round me flew | R2 |
Till from all sides such splendors broke | G3 |
That with the excess of light I woke | G3 |
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Such was my dream and I confess | H3 |
Tho' none of all our creedless school | I3 |
E'er conned believed or reverenced less | H3 |
The fables of the priest led fool | I3 |
Who tells us of a soul a mind | E2 |
Separate and pure within us shrined | E2 |
Which is to live ah hope too bright | E2 |
For ever in yon fields of light | E2 |
Who fondly thinks the guardian eyes | J3 |
Of Gods are on him as if blest | E2 |
And blooming in their own blue skies | J3 |
The eternal Gods were not too wise | J3 |
To let weak man disturb their rest | E2 |
Tho' thinking of such creeds as thou | K3 |
And all our Garden sages think | L3 |
Yet is there something I allow | K3 |
In dreams like this a sort of link | L3 |
With worlds unseen which from the hour | F |
I first could lisp my thoughts till now | K3 |
Hath mastered me with spell like power | F |
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And who can tell as we're combined | E2 |
Of various atoms some refined | E2 |
Like those that scintillate and play | J |
In the fixt stars some gross as they | J |
That frown in clouds or sleep in clay | J |
Who can be sure but 'tis the best | E2 |
And brightest atoms of our frame | F3 |
Those most akin to stellar flame | F3 |
That shine out thus when we're at rest | E2 |
Even as the stars themselves whose light | E2 |
Comes out but in the silent night | E2 |
Or is it that there lurks indeed | E2 |
Some truth in Man's prevailing creed | E2 |
And that our Guardians from on high | D2 |
Come in that pause from toil and sin | I |
To put the senses' curtain by | D2 |
And on the wakeful soul look in | I |
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Vain thought but yet howe'er it be | N2 |
Dreams more than once have proved to me | N2 |
Oracles truer far than Oak | G3 |
Or Dove or Tripod ever spoke | G3 |
And 'twas the words thou'lt hear and smile | D3 |
The words that phantom seemed to speak | E3 |
Go and beside the sacred Nile | D3 |
You'll find the Eternal Life you seek | E3 |
That haunting me by night by day | J |
At length as with the unseen hand | E2 |
Of Fate itself urged me away | J |
From Athens to this Holy Land | E2 |
Where 'mong the secrets still untaught | E2 |
The mysteries that as yet nor sun | H |
Nor eye hath reached oh blessed thought | E2 |
May sleep this everlasting one | H |
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Farewell when to our Garden friends | M3 |
Thou talk'st of the wild dream that sends | M3 |
The gayest of their school thus far | F |
Wandering beneath Canopus' star | F |
Tell them that wander where he will | N3 |
Or howsoe'er they now condemn | O3 |
His vague and vain pursuit he still | N3 |
Is worthy of the School and them | O3 |
Still all their own nor e'er forgets | P3 |
Even while his heart and soul pursue | R2 |
The Eternal Light which never sets | P3 |
The many meteor joys that do | R2 |
But seeks them hails them with delight | E2 |
Where'er they meet his longing sight | E2 |
And if his life must wane away | J |
Like other lives at least the day | J |
The hour it lasts shall like a fire | F |
With incense fed in sweets expire | F |
Thomas Moore
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