Odes Of Anacreon - Ode Xviii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDBBEEFFGGHH

Now the star of day is highA
Fly my girls in pity flyA
Bring me wine in brimming urnsB
Cool my lip it burns it burnsB
Sunned by the meridian fireC
Panting languid I expireD
Give me all those humid flowersB
Drop them o'er my brow in showersB
Scarce a breathing chaplet nowE
Lives upon my feverish browE
Every dewy rose I wearF
Sheds its tears and withers thereF
But to you my burning heartG
What can now relief impartG
Can brimming bowl or floweret's dewH
Cool the flame that scorches youH

Thomas Moore



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