Alciphron: A Fragment. Letter Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CCDDEEFFDDGGHHIIJJAA KK LLMMNNNOOPPGGQQRRJJS STTUU VVFFWWXYZZA2A2B2B2C2 C2D2D2UUE2E2F2F2RRG2 G2 LLH2H2I2I2J2J2A2A2K2 K2L2L2L2M2M2N2N2O2O2 P2P2Q2Q2C2C2R2K2UUC2 C2S2S2T2T2U2U2G2G2 V2V2W2W2WWJJX2X2H2H2 H2H2 H2H2A2A2UY2Z2Z2A3A3B 3B3C3C3MMH2H2UUH2H2D 3D3E3E3LLF3F3G3G3H3H 3A2A2V2V2I3I3 E3E3UCH2H2H2H2H2H2J3 D3D3E3E3HK3H2H2A2A2H 2H2C2C2E3E3L3L3GGB3B 3| FROM THE SAME TO THE SAME | A |
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| Memphis | B |
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| 'Tis true alas the mysteries and the lore | C |
| I came to study on this wondrous shore | C |
| Are all forgotten in the new delights | D |
| The strange wild joys that fill my days and nights | D |
| Instead of dark dull oracles that speak | E |
| From subterranean temples those I seek | E |
| Come from the breathing shrines where Beauty lives | F |
| And Love her priest the soft responses gives | F |
| Instead of honoring Isis in those rites | D |
| At Coptos held I hail her when she lights | D |
| Her first young crescent on the holy stream | G |
| When wandering youths and maidens watch her beam | G |
| And number o'er the nights she hath to run | H |
| Ere she again embrace her bridegroom sun | H |
| While o'er some mystic leaf that dimly lends | I |
| A clew into past times the student bends | I |
| And by its glimmering guidance learns to tread | J |
| Back thro' the shadowy knowledge of the dead | J |
| The only skill alas I yet can claim | A |
| Lies in deciphering some new loved one's name | A |
| Some gentle missive hinting time and place | K |
| In language soft as Memphian reed can trace | K |
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| And where oh where's the heart that could withstand | L |
| The unnumbered witcheries of this sun born land | L |
| Where first young Pleasure's banner was unfurled | M |
| And Love hath temples ancient as the world | M |
| Where mystery like the veil by Beauty worn | N |
| Hides but to win and shades but to adorn | N |
| Where that luxurious melancholy born | N |
| Of passion and of genius sheds a gloom | O |
| Making joy holy where the bower and tomb | O |
| Stand side by side and Pleasure learns from Death | P |
| The instant value of each moment's breath | P |
| Couldst thou but see how like a poet's dream | G |
| This lovely land now looks the glorious stream | G |
| That late between its banks was seen to glide | Q |
| 'Mong shrines and marble cities on each side | Q |
| Glittering like jewels strung along a chain | R |
| Hath now sent forth its waters and o'er plain | R |
| And valley like a giant from his bed | J |
| Rising with outstretched limbs hath grandly spread | J |
| While far as sight can reach beneath as clear | S |
| And blue a heaven as ever blest our sphere | S |
| Gardens and pillared streets and porphyry domes | T |
| And high built temples fit to be the homes | T |
| Of mighty Gods and pyramids whose hour | U |
| Outlasts all time above the waters tower | U |
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| Then too the scenes of pomp and joy that make | V |
| One theatre of this vast peopled lake | V |
| Where all that Love Religion Commerce gives | F |
| Of life and motion ever moves and lives | F |
| Here up the steps of temples from the wave | W |
| Ascending in procession slow and grave | W |
| Priests in white garments go with sacred wands | X |
| And silver cymbals gleaming in their hands | Y |
| While there rich barks fresh from those sunny tracts | Z |
| Far off beyond the sounding cataracts | Z |
| Glide with their precious lading to the sea | A2 |
| Plumes of bright birds rhinoceros ivory | A2 |
| Gems from the Isle of Meroe and those grains | B2 |
| Of gold washed down by Abyssinian rains | B2 |
| Here where the waters wind into a bay | C2 |
| Shadowy and cool some pilgrims on their way | C2 |
| To Sa s or Bubastus among beds | D2 |
| Of lotus flowers that close above their heads | D2 |
| Push their light barks and there as in a bower | U |
| Sing talk or sleep away the sultry hour | U |
| Oft dipping in the Nile when faint with heat | E2 |
| That leaf from which its waters drink most sweet | E2 |
| While haply not far off beneath a bank | F2 |
| Of blossoming acacias many a prank | F2 |
| Is played in the cool current by a train | R |
| Of laughing nymphs lovely as she whose chain | R |
| Around two conquerors of the world was cast | G2 |
| But for a third too feeble broke at last | G2 |
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| For oh believe not them who dare to brand | L |
| As poor in charms the women of this land | L |
| Tho' darkened by that sun whose spirit flows | H2 |
| Thro' every vein and tinges as it goes | H2 |
| 'Tis but the embrowning of the fruit that tells | I2 |
| How rich within the soul of ripeness dwells | I2 |
| The hue their own dark sanctuaries wear | J2 |
| Announcing heaven in half caught glimpses there | J2 |
| And never yet did tell tale looks set free | A2 |
| The secret of young hearts more tenderly | A2 |
| Such eyes long shadowy with that languid fall | K2 |
| Of the fringed lids which may be seen in all | K2 |
| Who live beneath the sun's too ardent rays | L2 |
| Lending such looks as on their marriage days | L2 |
| Young maids cast down before a bridegroom's gaze | L2 |
| Then for their grace mark but the nymph like shapes | M2 |
| Of the young village girls when carrying grapes | M2 |
| From green Anthylla or light urns of flowers | N2 |
| Not our own Sculpture in her happiest hours | N2 |
| E'er imaged forth even at the touch of him | O2 |
| Whose touch was life more luxury of limb | O2 |
| Then canst thou wonder if mid scenes like these | P2 |
| I should forget all graver mysteries | P2 |
| All lore but Love's all secrets but that best | Q2 |
| In heaven or earth the art of being blest | Q2 |
| Yet are there times tho' brief I own their stay | C2 |
| Like summer clouds that shine themselves away | C2 |
| Moments of gloom when even these pleasures pall | R2 |
| Upon my saddening heart and I recall | K2 |
| That garden dream that promise of a power | U |
| Oh were there such to lengthen out life's hour | U |
| On on as thro' a vista far away | C2 |
| Opening before us into endless day | C2 |
| And chiefly o'er my spirit did this thought | S2 |
| Come on that evening bright as ever brought | S2 |
| Light's golden farewell to the world when first | T2 |
| The eternal pyramids of Memphis burst | T2 |
| Awfully on my sight standing sublime | U2 |
| Twixt earth and heaven the watch towers of Time | U2 |
| From whose lone summit when his reign hath past | G2 |
| From earth for ever he will look his last | G2 |
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| There hung a calm and solemn sunshine round | V2 |
| Those mighty monuments a hushing sound | V2 |
| In the still air that circled them which stole | W2 |
| Like music of past times into my soul | W2 |
| I thought what myriads of the wise and brave | W |
| And beautiful had sunk into the grave | W |
| Since earth first saw these wonders and I said | J |
| Are things eternal only for the Dead | J |
| Hath Man no loftier hope than this which dooms | X2 |
| His only lasting trophies to be tombs | X2 |
| But 'tis not so earth heaven all nature shows | H2 |
| He may become immortal may unclose | H2 |
| The wings within him wrapt and proudly rise | H2 |
| Redeemed from earth a creature of the skies | H2 |
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| And who can say among the written spells | H2 |
| From Hermes' hand that in these shrines and cells | H2 |
| Have from the Flood lay hid there may not be | A2 |
| Some secret clew to immortality | A2 |
| Some amulet whose spell can keep life's fire | U |
| Awake within us never to expire | Y2 |
| 'Tis known that on the Emerald Table hid | Z2 |
| For ages in yon loftiest pyramid | Z2 |
| The Thrice Great did himself engrave of old | A3 |
| The chymic mystery that gives endless gold | A3 |
| And why may not this mightier secret dwell | B3 |
| Within the same dark chambers who can tell | B3 |
| But that those kings who by the written skill | C3 |
| Of the Emerald Table called forth gold at will | C3 |
| And quarries upon quarries heapt and hurled | M |
| To build them domes that might outstand the world | M |
| Who knows but that the heavenlier art which shares | H2 |
| The life of Gods with man was also theirs | H2 |
| That they themselves triumphant o'er the power | U |
| Of fate and death are living at this hour | U |
| And these the giant homes they still possess | H2 |
| Not tombs but everlasting palaces | H2 |
| Within whose depths hid from the world above | D3 |
| Even now they wander with the few they love | D3 |
| Thro' subterranean gardens by a light | E3 |
| Unknown on earth which hath nor dawn nor night | E3 |
| Else why those deathless structures why the grand | L |
| And hidden halls that undermine this land | L |
| Why else hath none of earth e'er dared to go | F3 |
| Thro' the dark windings of that realm below | F3 |
| Nor aught from heaven itself except the God | G3 |
| Of Silence thro' those endless labyrinths trod | G3 |
| Thus did I dream wild wandering dreams I own | H3 |
| But such as haunt me ever if alone | H3 |
| Or in that pause 'twixt joy and joy I be | A2 |
| Like a ship husht between two waves at sea | A2 |
| Then do these spirit whisperings like the sound | V2 |
| Of the Dark Future come appalling round | V2 |
| Nor can I break the trance that holds me then | I3 |
| Till high o'er Pleasure's surge I mount again | I3 |
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| Even now for new adventure new delight | E3 |
| My heart is on the wing this very night | E3 |
| The Temple on that island halfway o'er | U |
| From Memphis' gardens to the eastern shore | C |
| Sends up its annual rite to her whose beams | H2 |
| Bring the sweet time of night flowers and dreams | H2 |
| The nymph who dips her urn in silent lakes | H2 |
| And turns to silvery dew each drop it takes | H2 |
| Oh not our Dian of the North who chains | H2 |
| In vestal ice the current of young veins | H2 |
| But she who haunts the gay Bubastian grove | J3 |
| And owns she sees from her bright heaven above | D3 |
| Nothing on earth to match that heaven but Love | D3 |
| Think then what bliss will be abroad to night | E3 |
| Besides those sparkling nymphs who meet the sight | E3 |
| Day after day familiar as the sun | H |
| Coy buds of beauty yet unbreathed upon | K3 |
| And all the hidden loveliness that lies | H2 |
| Shut up as are the beams of sleeping eyes | H2 |
| Within these twilight shrines tonight shall be | A2 |
| Let loose like birds for this festivity | A2 |
| And mark 'tis nigh already the sun bids | H2 |
| His evening farewell to the Pyramids | H2 |
| As he hath done age after age till they | C2 |
| Alone on earth seem ancient as his ray | C2 |
| While their great shadows stretching from the light | E3 |
| Look like the first colossal steps of Night | E3 |
| Stretching across the valley to invade | L3 |
| The distant hills of porphyry with their shade | L3 |
| Around as signals of the setting beam | G |
| Gay gilded flags on every housetop gleam | G |
| While hark from all the temples a rich swell | B3 |
| Of music to the Moon farewell farewell | B3 |
Thomas Moore
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