Odes Of Anacreon - Ode Lv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJKK LLMM DDNNKKMMOKEE PPKKQQRRGGSSTTUUVVKK WWXXWWQQII

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While we invoke the wreathed springB
Resplendent rose to thee we'll singB
Resplendent rose the flower of flowersC
Whose breath perfumes the Olympian bowersC
Whose virgin blush of chastened dyeD
Enchants so much our mortal eyeD
When pleasure's spring tide season glowsE
The Graces love to wreathe the roseE
And Venus in its fresh blown leavesF
An emblem of herself perceivesF
Oft hath the poet's magic tongueG
The rose's fair luxuriance sungG
And long the Muses heavenly maidsH
Have reared it in their tuneful shadesH
When at the early glance of mornI
It sleeps upon the glittering thornI
'Tis sweet to dare the tangled fenceJ
To cull the timid floweret thenceJ
And wipe with tender hand awayK
The tear that on its blushes layK
'Tis sweet to hold the infant stemsL
Yet dropping with Aurora's gemsL
And fresh inhale the spicy sighsM
That from the weeping buds ariseM
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When revel reigns when mirth is highD
And Bacchus beams in every eyeD
Our rosy fillets scent exhaleN
And fill with balm the fainting galeN
There's naught in nature bright or gayK
Where roses do not shed their rayK
When morning paints the orient skiesM
Her fingers burn with roseate dyesM
Young nymphs betray the Rose's hueO
O'er whitest arms it kindles thro'K
In Cytherea's form it glowsE
And mingles with the living snowsE
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The rose distils a healing balmP
The beating pulse of pain to calmP
Preserves the cold inurn d clayK
And mocks the vestige of decayK
And when at length in pale declineQ
Its florid beauties fade and pineQ
Sweet as in youth its balmy breathR
Diffuses odor even in deathR
Oh whence could such a plant have sprungG
Listen for thus the tale is sungG
When humid from the silvery streamS
Effusing beauty's warmest beamS
Venus appeared in flushing huesT
Mellowed by ocean's briny dewsT
When in the starry courts aboveU
The pregnant brain of mighty JoveU
Disclosed the nymph of azure glanceV
The nymph who shakes the martial lanceV
Then then in strange eventful hourK
The earth produced an infant flowerK
Which sprung in blushing glories drestW
And wantoned o'er its parent breastW
The gods beheld this brilliant birthX
And hailed the Rose the boon of earthX
With nectar drops a ruby tideW
The sweetly orient buds they dyedW
And bade them bloom the flowers divineQ
Of him who gave the glorious vineQ
And bade them on the spangled thornI
Expand their bosoms to the mornI

Thomas Moore



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