Odes Of Anacreon - Ode Xxxviii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFFGGHH IIJJKKLLMNOO LLPPQQIIAABB

Let us drain the nectared bowlA
Let us raise the song of soulA
To him the god who loves so wellB
The nectared bowl the choral swellB
The god who taught the sons of earthC
To thread the tangled dance of mirthC
Him who was nurst with infant LoveD
And cradled in the Paphian groveE
Him that the Snowy Queen of CharmsF
So oft has fondled in her armsF
Oh 'tis from him the transport flowsG
Which sweet intoxication knowsG
With him the brow forgets its gloomH
And brilliant graces learn to bloomH
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Behold my boys a goblet bearI
Whose sparkling foam lights up the airI
Where are now the tear the sighJ
To the winds they fly they flyJ
Grasp the bowl in nectar sinkingK
Man of sorrow drown thy thinkingK
Say can the tears we lend to thoughtL
In life's account avail us aughtL
Can we discern with all our loreM
The path we've yet to journey o'erN
Alas alas in ways so darkO
'Tis only wine can strike a sparkO
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Then let me quaff the foamy tideL
And through the dance meandering glideL
Let me imbibe the spicy breathP
Of odors chafed to fragrant deathP
Or from the lips of love inhaleQ
A more ambrosial richer galeQ
To hearts that court the phantom CareI
Let him retire and shroud him thereI
While we exhaust the nectared bowlA
And swell the choral song of soulA
To him the god who loves so wellB
The nectared bowl the choral swellB

Thomas Moore



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