Poet Thomas Moore

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Rhymes On The Road. Extract Iii. Geneva Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC DDCECECCFGFGEEFF HHIJIJKKLMNONP EE

Fancy and Truth Hippomenes and Atalanta Mont Blanc CloudsA
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Even here in this region of wonders I findB
That light footed Fancy leaves Truth far behindB
Or at least like Hippomenes turns her astrayC
By the golden illusions he flings in her wayC
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What a glory it seemed the first evening I gazedD
MONT BLANC like a vision then suddenly raisedD
On the wreck of the sunset and all his arrayC
Of high towering Alps touched still with a lightE
Far holier purer than that of the DayC
As if nearness to Heaven had made them so brightE
Then the dying at last of these splendors awayC
From peak after peak till they left but a rayC
One roseate ray that too precious to flyF
O'er the Mighty of Mountains still glowingly hungG
Like the last sunny step of ASTRAEA when highF
From the summit of earth to Elysium she sprungG
And those infinite Alps stretching out from the sightE
Till they mingled with Heaven now shorn of their lightE
Stood lofty and lifeless and pale in the skyF
Like the ghosts of a Giant Creation gone byF
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That scene I have viewed it this evening againH
By the same brilliant light that hung over it thenH
The valley the lake in their tenderest charmsI
MONT BLANC in his awfullest pomp and the wholeJ
A bright picture of Beauty reclined in the armsI
Of Sublimity bridegroom elect of her soulJ
But where are the mountains that round me at firstK
One dazzling horizon of miracles burstK
Those Alps beyond Alps without end swelling onL
Like the waves of eternity where are they goneM
Clouds clouds they were nothing but clouds after allN
That chain of MONT BLANC'S which my fancy flew o'erO
With a wonder that naught on this earth can recallN
Were but clouds of the evening and now are no moreP
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What a picture of Life's young illusions Oh NightE
Drop thy curtain at once and hide all from my sightE

Thomas Moore



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