The Tell-tale Lyre Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDED FGFG HIHI JKJK LMLN OBOB IOIO PQPQ PRSR OOOO OTOT ILIL UVUV OWOX YZYZ A2B2A2B2

I've heard there was in ancient daysA
A Lyre of most melodious spellB
'Twas heaven to hear its fairy laysA
If half be true that legends tellB
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'Twas played on by the gentlest sighsC
And to their breath it breathed againD
In such entrancing melodiesE
As ear had never drunk till thenD
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Not harmony's serenest touchF
So stilly could the notes prolongG
They were not heavenly song so muchF
As they were dreams of heavenly songG
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If sad the heart whose murmuring airH
Along the chords in languor stoleI
The numbers it awakened thereH
Were eloquence from pity's soulI
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Or if the sigh serene and lightJ
Was but the breath of fancied woesK
The string that felt its airy flightJ
Soon whispered it to kind reposeK
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And when young lovers talked aloneL
If mid their bliss that Lyre was nearM
It made their accents all its ownL
And sent forth notes that heaven might hearN
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There was a nymph who long had lovedO
But dared not tell the world how wellB
The shades where she at evening rovedO
Alone could know alone could tellB
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'Twas there at twilight time she stoleI
When the first star announced the nightO
With him who claimed her inmost soulI
To wander by that soothing lightO
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It chanced that in the fairy bowerP
Where blest they wooed each other's smileQ
This Lyre of strange and magic powerP
Hung whispering o'er their head the whileQ
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And as with eyes commingling fireP
They listened to each other's vowR
The youth full oft would make the LyreS
A pillow for the maiden's browR
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And while the melting words she breathedO
Were by its echoes wafted roundO
Her locks had with the chords so wreathedO
One knew not which gave forth the soundO
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Alas their hearts but little thoughtO
While thus they talked the hours awayT
That every sound the Lyre was taughtO
Would linger long and long betrayT
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So mingled with its tuneful soulI
Were all the tender murmurs grownL
That other sighs unanswered stoleI
Nor words it breathed but theirs aloneL
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Unhappy nymph thy name was sungU
To every breeze that wandered byV
The secrets of thy gentle tongueU
Were breathed in song to earth and skyV
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The fatal Lyre by Envy's handO
Hung high amid the whispering grovesW
To every gale by which 'twas fannedO
Proclaimed the mystery of your lovesX
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Nor long thus rudely was thy nameY
To earth's derisive echoes givenZ
Some pitying spirit downward cameY
And took the Lyre and thee to heavenZ
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There freed from earth's unholy wrongsA2
Both happy in Love's home shall beB2
Thou uttering naught but seraph songsA2
And that sweet Lyre still echoing theeB2

Thomas Moore



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