Odes Of Anacreon - Ode Xv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDEB FFGGHHBEIIJJKKHHGGLL MMNOPPQQRRSSTTTT IIUU| A | |
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| Tell me why my sweetest dove | B |
| Thus your humid pinions move | C |
| Shedding through the air in showers | D |
| Essence of the balmiest flowers | D |
| Tell me whither whence you rove | E |
| Tell me all my sweetest dove | B |
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| Curious stranger I belong | F |
| To the bard of Teian song | F |
| With his mandate now I fly | G |
| To the nymph of azure eye | G |
| She whose eye has maddened many | H |
| But the poet more than any | H |
| Venus for a hymn of love | B |
| Warbled in her votive grove | E |
| 'Twas in sooth a gentle lay | I |
| Gave me to the bard away | I |
| See me now his faithful minion | J |
| Thus with softly gliding pinion | J |
| To his lovely girl I bear | K |
| Songs of passion through the air | K |
| Oft he blandly whispers me | H |
| Soon my bird I'll set you free | H |
| But in vain he'll bid me fly | G |
| I shall serve him till I die | G |
| Never could my plumes sustain | L |
| Ruffling winds and chilling rain | L |
| O'er the plains or in the dell | M |
| On the mountain's savage swell | M |
| Seeking in the desert wood | N |
| Gloomy shelter rustic food | O |
| Now I lead a life of ease | P |
| Far from rugged haunts like these | P |
| From Anacreon's hand I eat | Q |
| Food delicious viands sweet | Q |
| Flutter o'er his goblet's brim | R |
| Sip the foamy wine with him | R |
| Then when I have wantoned round | S |
| To his lyre's beguiling sound | S |
| Or with gently moving wings | T |
| Fanned the minstrel while he sings | T |
| On his harp I sink in slumbers | T |
| Dreaming still of dulcet numbers | T |
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| This is all away away | I |
| You have made me waste the day | I |
| How I've chattered prating crow | U |
| Never yet did chatter so | U |
Thomas Moore
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