Odes Of Anacreon - Ode L Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDEFFGGHHII JJKKLLMNBBOOJJPPQQRR SSTTGGA | |
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When wine I quaff before my eyes | B |
Dreams of poetic glory rise | B |
And freshened by the goblet's dews | C |
My soul invokes the heavenly Muse | C |
When wine I drink all sorrow's o'er | D |
I think of doubts and fears no more | E |
But scatter to the railing wind | F |
Each gloomy phantom of the mind | F |
When I drink wine the ethereal boy | G |
Bacchus himself partakes my joy | G |
And while we dance through vernal bowers | H |
Whose every breath comes fresh from flowers | H |
In wine he makes my senses swim | I |
Till the gale breathes of naught but him | I |
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Again I drink and lo there seems | J |
A calmer light to fill my dreams | J |
The lately ruffled wreath I spread | K |
With steadier hand around my head | K |
Then take the lyre and sing how blest | L |
The life of him who lives at rest | L |
But then comes witching wine again | M |
With glorious woman in its train | N |
And while rich perfumes round me rise | B |
That seem the breath of woman's sighs | B |
Bright shapes of every hue and form | O |
Upon my kindling fancy swarm | O |
Till the whole world of beauty seems | J |
To crowd into my dazzled dreams | J |
When thus I drink my heart refines | P |
And rises as the cup declines | P |
Rises in the genial flow | Q |
That none but social spirits know | Q |
When with young revellers round the bowl | R |
The old themselves grow young in soul | R |
Oh when I drink true joy is mine | S |
There's bliss in every drop of wine | S |
All other blessings I have known | T |
I scarcely dared to call my own | T |
But this the Fates can ne'er destroy | G |
Till death o'ershadows all my joy | G |
Thomas Moore
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