La Captive (the Turkish Captive) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Si je n' tais captive	A
J'aimerais ce pays	B
Et cette mer plaintive	A
Et ces champs de ma s	C
Et ces astres sans nombre	D
Si le long du mur sombre	D
N' tincelait dans l'ombre	D
Le sabre des spahis	C
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Je ne suis point tartare	D
Pour qu'un eunuque noir	D
M'accorde ma guitare	D
Me tienne mon miroir	D
Bien loin de ces Sodomes	C
Au pays dont nous sommes	C
Avec les jeunes hommes	C
On peut parler le soir	D
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Pourtant j'aime une rive	A
O jamais des hivers	C
Le souffle froid n'arrive	A
Par les vitraux ouverts	C
L' t la pluie est chaude	E
L'insecte vert qui r de	E
Luit vivante meraude	E
Sous les brins d'herbe verts	C
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Smyrne est une princesse	C
Avec son beau chapel	F
L'heureux printemps sans cesse	C
R pond son appel	F
Et comme un riant groupe	G
De fleurs dans une coupe	G
Dans ses mers se d coupe	G
Plus d'un frais archipel	F
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J'aime ces tours vermeilles	C
Ces drapeaux triomphants	C
Ces maisons d'or pareilles	C
A des jouets d'enfants	C
J'aime pour mes pens es	C
Plus mollement berc es	C
Ces tentes balanc es	C
Au dos des l phants	C
	-
Dans ce palais de f es	C
Mon coeur plein de concerts	C
Croit aux voix touff es	C
Qui viennent des d serts	C
Entendre les g nies	C
M ler les harmonies	C
Des chansons infinies	C
Qu'ils chantent dans les airs	C
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J'aime de ces contr es	C
Les doux parfums br lants	C
Sur les vitres dor es	C
Les feuillages tremblants	C
L'eau que la source panche	H
Sous le palmier qui penche	H
Et la cigogne blanche	H
Sur les minarets blancs	C
	-
J'aime en un lit de mousses	C
Dire un air espagnol	F
Quand mes compagnes douces	C
Du pied rasant le sol	F
L gion vagabonde	E
O le sourire abonde	E
Font tournoyer leur ronde	E
Sous un rond parasol	F
	-
Mais surtout quand la brise	C
Me touche en voltigeant	E
La nuit j'aime tre assise	C
Etre assise en songeant	E
L'oeil sur la mer profonde	E
Tandis que p le et blonde	E
La lune ouvre dans l'onde	E
Son ventail d'argent	E
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The Turkish Captive	A
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Oh were I not a captive	A
I should love this fair countree	D
Those fields with maize abounding	I
This ever plaintive sea	C
I'd love those stars unnumbered	E
If passing in the shade	E
Beneath our walls I saw not	E
The spahi's sparkling blade	E
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I am no Tartar maiden	J
That a blackamoor of price	C
Should tune my lute and hold to me	C
My glass of sherbet ice	C
Far from these haunts of vices	C
In my dear countree we	C
With sweethearts in the even	K
May chat and wander free	C
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But still I love this climate	E
Where never wintry breeze	C
Invades with chilly murmur	D
These open lattices	C
Where rain is warm in summer	D
And the insect glossy green	L
Most like a living emerald	E
Shines 'mid the leafy screen	L
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With her chapelles fair Smyrna	M
A gay princess is she	C
Still at her summons round her	D
Unfading spring ye see	C
And as in beauteous vases	C
Bright groups of flowers repose	C
So in her gulfs are lying	I
Her archipelagoes	C
	-
I love these tall red turrets	C
These standards brave unrolled	E
And like an infant's playthings	C
These houses decked with gold	E
I love forsooth these reveries	C
Though sandstorms make me pant	E
Voluptuously swaying	I
Upon an elephant	E
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Here in this fairy palace	C
Full of such melodies	C
Methinks I hear deep murmurs	C
That in the deserts rise	C
Soft mingling with the music	N
The Genii's voices pour	D
Amid the air unceasing	I
Around us evermore	D
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I love the burning odors	C
This glowing region gives	C
And round each gilded lattice	C
The trembling wreathing leaves	C
And 'neath the bending palm tree	C
The gayly gushing spring	I
And on the snow white minaret	E
The stork with snowier wing	I
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I love on mossy couch to sing	I
A Spanish roundelay	F
And see my sweet companions	C
Around commingling gay	O
A roving band light hearted	E
In frolicsome array	O
Who 'neath the screening parasols	C
Dance down the merry day	O
But more than all enchanting	I
At night it is to me	C
To sit where winds are sighing	I
Lone musing by the sea	C
And on its surface gazing	I
To mark the moon so fair	D
Her silver fan outspreading	I
In trembling radiance there	D

Victor Marie Hugo

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