Odes Of Anacreon - Ode Xvii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJK LM NNFFOOPPQQ RRSSTUVVWWVV BBFFXXQQAADDYY| And now with all thy pencil's truth | A |
| Portray Bathyllus lovely youth | A |
| Let his hair in masses bright | B |
| Fall like floating rays of light | B |
| And there the raven's die confuse | C |
| With the golden sunbeam's hues | C |
| Let no wreath with artful twine | D |
| The flowing of his locks confine | D |
| But leave them loose to every breeze | E |
| To take what shape and course they please | E |
| Beneath the forehead fair as snow | F |
| But flushed with manhood's early glow | F |
| And guileless as the dews of dawn | G |
| Let the majestic brows be drawn | G |
| Of ebon hue enriched by gold | H |
| Such as dark shining snakes unfold | H |
| Mix in his eyes the power alike | I |
| With love to win with awe to strike | I |
| Borrow from Mars his look of ire | J |
| From Venus her soft glance of fire | K |
| Blend them in such expression here | L |
| That we by turns may hope and fear | M |
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| Now from the sunny apple seek | N |
| The velvet down that spreads his cheek | N |
| And there if art so far can go | F |
| The ingenuous blush of boyhood show | F |
| While for his mouth but no in vain | O |
| Would words its witching charm explain | O |
| Make it the very seat the throne | P |
| That Eloquence would claim her own | P |
| And let the lips though silent wear | Q |
| A life look as if words were there | Q |
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| Next thou his ivory neck must trace | R |
| Moulded with soft but manly grace | R |
| Fair as the neck of Paphia's boy | S |
| Where Paphia's arms have hung in joy | S |
| Give him the wing d Hermes' hand | T |
| With which he waves his snaky wand | U |
| Let Bacchus the broad chest supply | V |
| And Leda's son the sinewy thigh | V |
| While through his whole transparent frame | W |
| Thou show'st the stirrings of that flame | W |
| Which kindles when the first love sigh | V |
| Steals from the heart unconscious why | V |
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| But sure thy pencil though so bright | B |
| Is envious of the eye's delight | B |
| Or its enamoured touch would show | F |
| The shoulder fair as sunless snow | F |
| Which now in veiling shadow lies | X |
| Removed from all but Fancy's eyes | X |
| Now for his feet but hold forbear | Q |
| I see the sun god's portrait there | Q |
| Why paint Bathyllus when in truth | A |
| There in that god thou'st sketched the youth | A |
| Enough let this bright form be mine | D |
| And send the boy to Samos' shrine | D |
| Phoebus shall then Bathyllus be | Y |
| Bathyllus then the deity | Y |
Thomas Moore
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