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 days | A |
| A Lyre of most melodious spell | B |
| 'Twas heaven to hear its fairy lays | A |
| If half be true that legends tell | B |
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| 'Twas played on by the gentlest sighs | C |
| And to their breath it breathed again | D |
| In such entrancing melodies | E |
| As ear had never drunk till then | D |
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| Not harmony's serenest touch | F |
| So stilly could the notes prolong | G |
| They were not heavenly song so much | F |
| As they were dreams of heavenly song | G |
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| If sad the heart whose murmuring air | H |
| Along the chords in languor stole | I |
| The numbers it awakened there | H |
| Were eloquence from pity's soul | I |
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| Or if the sigh serene and light | J |
| Was but the breath of fancied woes | K |
| The string that felt its airy flight | J |
| Soon whispered it to kind repose | K |
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| And when young lovers talked alone | L |
| If mid their bliss that Lyre was near | M |
| It made their accents all its own | L |
| And sent forth notes that heaven might hear | N |
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| There was a nymph who long had loved | O |
| But dared not tell the world how well | B |
| The shades where she at evening roved | O |
| Alone could know alone could tell | B |
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| 'Twas there at twilight time she stole | I |
| When the first star announced the night | O |
| With him who claimed her inmost soul | I |
| To wander by that soothing light | O |
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| It chanced that in the fairy bower | P |
| Where blest they wooed each other's smile | Q |
| This Lyre of strange and magic power | P |
| Hung whispering o'er their head the while | Q |
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| And as with eyes commingling fire | P |
| They listened to each other's vow | R |
| The youth full oft would make the Lyre | S |
| A pillow for the maiden's brow | R |
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| And while the melting words she breathed | O |
| Were by its echoes wafted round | O |
| Her locks had with the chords so wreathed | O |
| One knew not which gave forth the sound | O |
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| Alas their hearts but little thought | O |
| While thus they talked the hours away | T |
| That every sound the Lyre was taught | O |
| Would linger long and long betray | T |
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| So mingled with its tuneful soul | I |
| Were all the tender murmurs grown | L |
| That other sighs unanswered stole | I |
| Nor words it breathed but theirs alone | L |
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| Unhappy nymph thy name was sung | U |
| To every breeze that wandered by | V |
| The secrets of thy gentle tongue | U |
| Were breathed in song to earth and sky | V |
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| The fatal Lyre by Envy's hand | O |
| Hung high amid the whispering groves | W |
| To every gale by which 'twas fanned | O |
| Proclaimed the mystery of your loves | X |
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| Nor long thus rudely was thy name | Y |
| To earth's derisive echoes given | Z |
| Some pitying spirit downward came | Y |
| And took the Lyre and thee to heaven | Z |
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| There freed from earth's unholy wrongs | A2 |
| Both happy in Love's home shall be | B2 |
| Thou uttering naught but seraph songs | A2 |
| And that sweet Lyre still echoing thee | B2 |
Thomas Moore
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