Rhymes On The Road. Extract Xii. Florence Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHHIJIJKLALMMNN OOHHPQRQSTSTUVUVTT WNWNAXKYSZSA2AALSLSO OTB2TB2TTTTC2D2 E2F2E2F2OG2OH2

Music in Italy Disappointed by it Recollections or other Times and Friends Dalton Sir John Stevenson His Daughter Musical Evenings togetherA
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If it be true that Music reignsB
Supreme in ITALY'S soft shadesC
'Tis like that Harmony so famousD
Among the spheres which He of SAMOSE
Declared had such transcendent meritF
That not a soul on earth could hear itG
For far as I have come from LakesH
Whose sleep the Tramontana breaksH
Thro' MILAN and that land which gaveI
The Hero of the rainbow vestJ
By MINCIO'S banks and by that waveI
Which made VERONA'S bard so blestJ
Places that like the Attic shoreK
Which rung back music when the seaL
Struck on its marge should be all o'erA
Thrilling alive with melodyL
I've heard no music not a noteM
Of such sweet native airs as floatM
In my own land among the throngN
And speak our nation's soul for songN
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Nay even in higher walks where ArtO
Performs as 'twere the gardener's partO
And richer if not sweeter makesH
The flowers she from the wild hedge takesH
Even there no voice hath charmed my earP
No taste hath won my perfect praiseQ
Like thine dear friend long truly dearR
Thine and thy loved OLIVIA'S laysQ
She always beautiful and growingS
Still more so every note she singsT
Like an inspired young Sibyl glowingS
With her own bright imaginingsT
And thou most worthy to be tiedU
In music to her as in loveV
Breathing that language by her sideU
All other language far aboveV
Eloquent Song whose tones and wordsT
In every heart find answering chordsT
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How happy once the hours we pastW
Singing or listening all daylongN
Till Time itself seemed changed at lastW
To music and we lived in songN
Turning the leaves of HAYDN o'erA
As quick beneath her master handX
They opened all their brilliant storeK
Like chambers touched by fairy wandY
Or o'er the page of MOZART bendingS
Now by his airy warblings cheeredZ
Now in his mournful Requiem blendingS
Voices thro' which the heart was heardA2
And still to lead our evening choirA
Was He invoked thy loved one's SireA
He who if aught of grace there beL
In the wild notes I write or singS
First smoothed their links of harmonyL
And lent them charms they did not bringS
He of the gentlest simplest heartO
With whom employed in his sweet artO
That art which gives this world of oursT
A notion how they speak in heavenB2
I've past more bright and charmed hoursT
Than all earth's wisdom could have givenB2
Oh happy days oh early friendsT
How Life since then hath lost its flowersT
But yet tho' Time some foliage rendsT
The stem the Friendship still is oursT
And long may it endure as greenC2
And fresh as it hath always beenD2
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How I have wandered from my themeE2
But where is he that could returnF2
To such cold subjects from a dreamE2
Thro' which these best of feelings burnF2
Not all the works of Science ArtO
Or Genius in this world are worthG2
One genuine sigh that from the heartO
Friendship or Love draws freshly forthH2

Thomas Moore



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