Moses On The Nile Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABACC DEDEDFF GHGHIJJ KLMLKNO PQRQRSS TUTUTJJ VEVEVWX YZYZYA2 EPEPEB2C2 D2E2D2F2D2G2G2 H2I2J2I2K2PP GL2GL2M2N2N2 O2TO2TO2P2P2 UQUQUQ2Q2 PF2PF2PR2

'Sisters the wave is freshest in the rayA
Of the young morning the reapers are asleepB
The river bank is lonely come awayA
The early murmurs of old Memphis creepB
Faint on my ear and here unseen we strayA
Deep in the covert of the grove withdrawnC
Save by the dewy eye glance of the dawnC
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'Within my father's palace fair to seeD
Shine all the Arts but oh this river sideE
Pranked with gay flowers is dearer far to meD
Than gold and porphyry vases bright and wideE
How glad in heaven the song bird carols freeD
Sweeter these zephyrs float than all the showersF
Of costly odors in our royal bowersF
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'The sky is pure the sparkling stream is clearG
Unloose your zones my maidens and fling downH
To float awhile upon these bushes nearG
Your blue transparent robes take off my crownH
And take away my jealous veil for hereI
To day we shall be joyous while we laveJ
Our limbs amid the murmur of the waveJ
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'Hasten but through the fleecy mists of mornK
What do I see Look ye along the streamL
Nay timid maidens we must not returnM
Coursing along the current it would seemL
An ancient palm tree to the deep sea borneK
That from the distant wilderness proceedsN
Downwards to view our wondrous PyramidsO
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'But stay if I may surely trust mine eyeP
It is the bark of Hermes or the shellQ
Of Iris wafted gently to the sighsR
Of the light breeze along the rippling swellQ
But no it is a skiff where sweetly liesR
An infant slumbering and his peaceful restS
Looks as if pillowed on his mother's breastS
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'He sleeps oh see his little floating bedT
Swims on the mighty river's fickle flowU
A white dove's nest and there at hazard ledT
By the faint winds and wandering to and froU
The cot comes down beneath his quiet headT
The gulfs are moving and each threatening waveJ
Appears to rock the child upon a graveJ
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'He wakes ah maids of Memphis haste oh hasteV
He cries alas What mother could confideE
Her offspring to the wild and watery wasteV
He stretches out his arms the rippling tideE
Murmurs around him where all rudely placedV
He rests but with a few frail reeds beneathW
Between such helpless innocence and deathX
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'Oh take him up Perchance he is of thoseY
Dark sons of Israel whom my sire proscribesZ
Ah cruel was the mandate that aroseY
Against most guiltless of the stranger tribesZ
Poor child my heart is yearning for his woesY
I would I were his mother but I'll giveA2
If not his birth at least the claim to live '-
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Thus Iphis spoke the royal hope and prideE
Of a great monarch while her damsels nighP
Wandered along the Nile's meandering sideE
And these diminished beauties standing byP
The trembling mother watching with eyes wideE
Their graceful mistress admired her as stoodB2
More lovely than the genius of the floodC2
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The waters broken by her delicate feetD2
Receive the eager wader as aloneE2
By gentlest pity led she strives to meetD2
The wakened babe and see the prize is wonF2
She holds the weeping burden with a sweetD2
And virgin glow of pride upon her browG2
That knew no flush save modesty's till nowG2
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Opening with cautious hands the reedy couchH2
She brought the rescued infant slowly outI2
Beyond the humid sands at her approachJ2
Her curious maidens hurried round aboutI2
To kiss the new born brow with gentlest touchK2
Greeting the child with smiles and bending nighP
Their faces o'er his large astonished eyeP
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Haste thou who from afar in doubt and fearG
Dost watch with straining eyes the fated boyL2
The loved of heaven come like a stranger nearG
And clasp young Moses with maternal joyL2
Nor fear the speechless transport and the tearM2
Will e'er betray thy fond and hidden claimN2
For Iphis knows not yet a mother's nameN2
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With a glad heart and a triumphal faceO2
The princess to the haughty Pharaoh ledT
The humble infant of a hated raceO2
Bathed with the bitter tears a parent shedT
While loudly pealing round the holy placeO2
Of Heaven's white Throne the voice of angel choirsP2
Intoned the theme of their undying lyresP2
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'No longer mourn thy pilgrimage belowU
O Jacob let thy tears no longer swellQ
The torrent of the Egyptian river LoU
Soon on the Jordan's banks thy tents shall dwellQ
And Goshen shall behold thy people goU
Despite the power of Egypt's law and brandQ2
From their sad thrall to Canaan's promised landQ2
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'The King of Plagues the Chosen of SinaiP
Is he that o'er the rushing waters drivenF2
A vigorous hand hath rescued for the skyP
Ye whose proud hearts disown the ways of heavenF2
Attend be humble for its power is nighP
Israel a cradle shall redeem thy worthR2
A Cradle yet shall save the widespread earth '-

Victor Marie Hugo



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