Odes Of Anacreon - Ode Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFF GGDDHHIIJJKKFF

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Vulcan hear your glorious taskB
I did not from your labors askB
In gorgeous panoply to shineC
For war was ne'er a sport of mineC
No let me have a silver bowlD
Where I may cradle all my soulD
But mind that o'er its simple frameE
No mimic constellations flameE
Nor grave upon the swelling sideF
Orion scowling o'er the tideF
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I care not for the glittering wainG
Nor yet the weeping sister trainG
But let the vine luxuriant rollD
Its blushing tendrils round the bowlD
While many a rose lipped bacchant maidH
Is culling clusters in their shadeH
Let sylvan gods in antic shapesI
Wildly press the gushing grapesI
And flights of Loves in wanton playJ
Wing through the air their winding wayJ
While Venus from her arbor greenK
Looks laughing at the joyous sceneK
And young Lyaeus by her sideF
Sits worthy of so bright a brideF

Thomas Moore



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