Odes Of Anacreon - Ode Lx Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFEEGG HHIIEEJJKKLLIIMMDDNO EE PPQQEERRSSTTQQUUCC| A | |
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| Awake to life my sleeping shell | B |
| To Phoebus let thy numbers swell | B |
| And though no glorious prize be thine | C |
| No Pythian wreath around thee twine | C |
| Yet every hour is glory's hour | D |
| To him who gathers wisdom's flower | D |
| Then wake thee from thy voiceless slumbers | E |
| And to the soft and Phrygian numbers | E |
| Which tremblingly my lips repeat | F |
| Send echoes from thy chord as sweet | F |
| 'Tis thus the swan with fading notes | E |
| Down the Cayster's current floats | E |
| While amorous breezes linger round | G |
| And sigh responsive sound for sound | G |
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| Muse of the Lyre illume my dream | H |
| Thy Phoebus is my fancy's theme | H |
| And hallowed is the harp I bear | I |
| And hallowed is the wreath I wear | I |
| Hallowed by him the god of lays | E |
| Who modulates the choral maze | E |
| I sing the love which Daphne twined | J |
| Around the godhead's yielding mind | J |
| I sing the blushing Daphne's flight | K |
| From this ethereal son of Light | K |
| And how the tender timid maid | L |
| Flew trembling to the kindly shade | L |
| Resigned a form alas too fair | I |
| Arid grew a verdant laurel there | I |
| Whose leaves with sympathetic thrill | M |
| In terror seemed to tremble still | M |
| The god pursued with winged desire | D |
| And when his hopes were all on fire | D |
| And when to clasp the nymph he thought | N |
| A lifeless tree was all he caught | O |
| And 'stead of sighs that pleasure heaves | E |
| Heard but the west wind in the leaves | E |
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| But pause my soul no more no more | P |
| Enthusiast whither do I soar | P |
| This sweetly maddening dream of soul | Q |
| Hath hurried me beyond the goal | Q |
| Why should I sing the mighty darts | E |
| Which fly to wound celestial hearts | E |
| When ah the song with sweeter tone | R |
| Can tell the darts that wound my own | R |
| Still be Anacreon still inspire | S |
| The descant of the Teian lyre | S |
| Still let the nectared numbers float | T |
| Distilling love in every note | T |
| And when some youth whose glowing soul | Q |
| Has felt the Paphian star's control | Q |
| When he the liquid lays shall hear | U |
| His heart will flutter to his ear | U |
| And drinking there of song divine | C |
| Banquet on intellectual wine | C |
Thomas Moore
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