The Philosopher Aristippus[1] To A Lamp Which Had Been Given Him By Lais Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCD EFEF CGCGHHAA IBIB JKJK LMLM CNCNOPPOAQARQR SSTTKKAADD UVWV UUGGAAXXYZA2A2GGB2B2 HC2HC2 D2GD2GGCE2CE2F2F2B2G 2B2G2GH2GH2Dulcis conscia lectuli lucerna | A |
MARTIAL lib xiv epig | B |
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Oh love the Lamp my Mistress said | C |
The faithful Lamp that many a night | D |
Beside thy Lais' lonely bed | C |
Has kept its little watch of light | D |
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Full often has it seen her weep | E |
And fix her eye upon its flame | F |
Till weary she has sunk to sleep | E |
Repeating her beloved's name | F |
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Then love the Lamp 'twill often lead | C |
Thy step through learning's sacred way | G |
And when those studious eyes shall read | C |
At midnight by its lonely ray | G |
Of things sublime of nature's birth | H |
Of all that's bright in heaven or earth | H |
Oh think that she by whom 'twas given | A |
Adores thee more than earth or heaven | A |
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Yes dearest Lamp by every charm | I |
On which thy midnight beam has hung | B |
The head reclined the graceful arm | I |
Across the brow of ivory flung | B |
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The heaving bosom partly hid | J |
The severed lips unconscious sighs | K |
The fringe that from the half shut lid | J |
Adown the cheek of roses lies | K |
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By these by all that bloom untold | L |
And long as all shall charm my heart | M |
I'll love my little Lamp of gold | L |
My Lamp and I shall never part | M |
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And often as she smiling said | C |
In fancy's hour thy gentle rays | N |
Shall guide my visionary tread | C |
Through poesy's enchanting maze | N |
Thy flame shall light the page refined | O |
Where still we catch the Chian's breath | P |
Where still the bard though cold in death | P |
Has left his soul unquenched behind | O |
Or o'er thy humbler legend shine | A |
Oh man of Ascra's dreary glades | Q |
To whom the nightly warbling Nine | A |
A wand of inspiration gave | R |
Plucked from the greenest tree that shades | Q |
The crystal of Castalia's wave | R |
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Then turning to a purer lore | S |
We'll cull the sage's deep hid store | S |
From Science steal her golden clue | T |
And every mystic path pursue | T |
Where Nature far from vulgar eyes | K |
Through labyrinths of wonder flies | K |
'Tis thus my heart shall learn to know | A |
How fleeting is this world below | A |
Where all that meets the morning light | D |
Is changed before the fall of night | D |
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I'll tell thee as I trim thy fire | U |
Swift swift the tide of being runs | V |
And Time who bids thy flame expire | W |
Will also quench yon heaven of suns | V |
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Oh then if earth's united power | U |
Can never chain one feathery hour | U |
If every print we leave to day | G |
To morrow's wave will sweep away | G |
Who pauses to inquire of heaven | A |
Why were the fleeting treasures given | A |
The sunny days the shady nights | X |
And all their brief but dear delights | X |
Which heaven has made for man to use | Y |
And man should think it crime to lose | Z |
Who that has culled a fresh blown rose | A2 |
Will ask it why it breathes and glows | A2 |
Unmindful of the blushing ray | G |
In which it shines its soul away | G |
Unmindful of the scented sigh | B2 |
With which it dies and loves to die | B2 |
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Pleasure thou only good on earth | H |
One precious moment given to thee | C2 |
Oh by my Lais' lip 'tis worth | H |
The sage's immortality | C2 |
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Then far be all the wisdom hence | D2 |
That would our joys one hour delay | G |
Alas the feast of soul and sense | D2 |
Love calls us to in youth's bright day | G |
If not soon tasted fleets away | G |
Ne'er wert thou formed my Lamp to shed | C |
Thy splendor on a lifeless page | E2 |
Whate'er my blushing Lais said | C |
Of thoughtful lore and studies sage | E2 |
'Twas mockery all her glance of joy | F2 |
Told me thy dearest best employ | F2 |
And soon as night shall close the eye | B2 |
Of heaven's young wanderer in the west | G2 |
When seers are gazing on the sky | B2 |
To find their future orbs of rest | G2 |
Then shall I take my trembling way | G |
Unseen but to those worlds above | H2 |
And led by thy mysterious ray | G |
Steal to the night bower of my love | H2 |
Thomas Moore
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