Ode To Apollo. On An Inkglass Almost Dried In The Sun. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCC EFEF GHGI CJCJ KLKL MHMI

Patron of all those luckless brainsA
That to the wrong side leaningB
Indite much metre with much painsA
And little or no meaningB
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Ah why since oceans rivers streamsC
That water all the nationsD
Pay tribute to thy glorious beamsC
In constant exhalationsC
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Why stooping from the noon of dayE
Too covetous of drinkF
Apollo hast thou stolen awayE
A poet's drop of inkF
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Upborne into the viewless airG
It floats a vapour nowH
Impell'd through regions dense and rareG
By all the winds that blowI
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Ordain'd perhaps ere summer fliesC
Combined with millions moreJ
To form an iris in the skiesC
Though black and foul beforeJ
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Illustrious drop and happy thenK
Beyond the happiest lotL
Of all that ever pass'd my penK
So soon to be forgotL
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Phoebus if such be thy designM
To place it in thy bowH
Give wit that what is left may shineM
With equal grace belowI

William Cowper



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