Odes Of Anacreon - Ode Xliii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFGGHHIIJJKL MNOOPP

While our rosy fillets shedA
Freshness o'er each fervid headA
With many a cup and many a smileB
The festal moments we beguileB
And while the harp impassioned flingsC
Tuneful rapture from its stringsC
Some airy nymph with graceful boundD
Keeps measure to the music's soundD
Waving in her snowy handE
The leafy Bacchanalian wandF
Which as the tripping wanton fliesG
Trembles all over to her sighsG
A youth the while with loosened hairH
Floating on the listless airH
Sings to the wild harp's tender toneI
A tale of woe alas his ownI
And oh the sadness in his sighJ
As o'er his lips the accents dieJ
Never sure on earth has beenK
Half so bright so blest a sceneL
It seems as Love himself had comeM
To make this spot his chosen homeN
And Venus too with all her wilesO
And Bacchus shedding rosy smilesO
All all are here to hail with meP
The Genius of FestivityP

Thomas Moore



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