Odes Of Anacreon - Ode Xlvii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFF GGHHIIJJAAKL| 'Tis true my fading years decline | A |
| Yet can I quaff the brimming wine | A |
| As deep as any stripling fair | B |
| Whose cheeks the flush of morning wear | B |
| And if amidst the wanton crew | C |
| I'm called to wind the dance's clue | C |
| Then shalt thou see this vigorous hand | D |
| Not faltering on the Bacchant's wand | E |
| But brandishing a rosy flask | F |
| The only thyrsus e'er I'll ask | F |
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| Let those who pant for Glory's charms | G |
| Embrace her in the field of arms | G |
| While my inglorious placid soul | H |
| Breathes not a wish beyond this bowl | H |
| Then fill it high my ruddy slave | I |
| And bathe me in its brimming wave | I |
| For though my fading years decay | J |
| Though manhood's prime hath past away | J |
| Like old Silenus sire divine | A |
| With blushes borrowed from my wine | A |
| I'll wanton mid the dancing train | K |
| And live my follies o'er again | L |
Thomas Moore
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