The Count Of Griers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCC DDE FFGG HHI JKLL MNOO PPQQ JJRR SSTT UVW| FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND | A |
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| At morn the Count of Greiers before his castle stands | B |
| He sees afar the glory that lights the mountain lands | B |
| The horned crags are shining and in the shade between | C |
| A pleasant Alpine valley lies beautifully green | C |
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| 'Oh greenest of the valleys how shall I come to thee | D |
| Thy herdsmen and thy maidens how happy must they be | D |
| I have gazed upon thee coldly all lovely as thou art | E |
| But the wish to walk thy pastures now stirs my inmost heart ' | - |
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| He hears a sound of timbrels and suddenly appear | F |
| A troop of ruddy damsels and herdsmen drawing near | F |
| They reach the castle greensward and gayly dance across | G |
| The white sleeves flit and glimmer the wreaths and ribands toss | G |
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| The youngest of the maidens slim as a spray of spring | H |
| She takes the young count's fingers and draws him to the ring | H |
| They fling upon his forehead a crown of mountain flowers | I |
| 'And ho young Count of Greiers this morning thou art ours ' | - |
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| Then hand in hand departing with dance and roundelay | J |
| Through hamlet after hamlet they lead the Count away | K |
| They dance through wood and meadow they dance across the linn | L |
| Till the mighty Alpine summits have shut the music in | L |
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| The second morn is risen and now the third is come | M |
| Where stays the Count of Greiers has he forgot his home | N |
| Again the evening closes in thick and sultry air | O |
| There's thunder on the mountains the storm is gathering there | O |
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| The cloud has shed its waters the brook comes swollen down | P |
| You see it by the lightning a river wide and brown | P |
| Around a struggling swimmer the eddies dash and roar | Q |
| Till seizing on a willow he leaps upon the shore | Q |
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| 'Here am I cast by tempests far from your mountain dell | J |
| Amid our evening dances the bursting deluge fell | J |
| Ye all in cots and caverns have 'scaped the water spout | R |
| While me alone the tempest o'erwhelmed and hurried out | R |
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| 'Farewell with thy glad dwellers green vale among the rocks | S |
| Farewell the swift sweet moments in which I watched thy flocks | S |
| Why rocked they not my cradle in that delicious spot | T |
| That garden of the happy where Heaven endures me not | T |
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| 'Rose of the Alpine valley I feel in every vein | U |
| Thy soft touch on my fingers oh press them not again | V |
| Bewitch me not ye garlands to tread that upward track | W |
| And thou my cheerless mansion receive thy master back ' | - |
William Cullen Bryant
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