Arabian Nights' Entertainments - To Elizabeth Robins Pennell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFFFGFFFHIJK LFMNFFFAOJJPJQFFDRJF FFFCSJTJSSUFFF VJJDSFFJWJFJJSSXYJFZ TA2B2JO FXTFTJFFFJZTTFTJFFTC 2TFJJFB2JFJTFJFJD2JF SOFFZE2FJ SJF2 B2FBG2H2SFFI2ZOTFSJJ TSJ2FB2SK2FB2FS BB2JSHJJSJFTJFJC2JJT FB2JJ2ZSSJJJFTJSJJJF JFSTSFJJJSB2 JJL2M2JTJFFHJJFJ2TJF FSB2TFTJJJFTFB2TN2JF FO2P2JSSB2JSFSI2FFFS SC2 FC2SFQ2JJTJJFTTFB2FC 2C2SJR2JB2F2MFFB2FSJ TFJTFFFS2FC2C2RCJSJC 2TJB2TFFFTFC2FTB2FC2 FTC2RC2Q2FTFFJ JFJFFJPFFFJFFJFFJFC2 SL2SFTFJPFJJSFFFJB2T SFFFFFFFJST2JJJCTB2U 2FFK2| 'O mes cheres Mille et Une Nuits ' Fantasio | A |
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| Once on a time | B |
| There was a little boy a master mage | C |
| By virtue of a Book | D |
| Of magic O so magical it filled | E |
| His life with visionary pomps | F |
| Processional And Powers | F |
| Passed with him where he passed And Thrones | F |
| And Dominations glaived and plumed and mailed | G |
| Thronged in the criss cross streets | F |
| The palaces pell mell with playing fields | F |
| Domes cloisters dungeons caverns tents arcades | F |
| Of the unseen silent City in his soul | H |
| Pavilioned jealously and hid | I |
| As in the dusk profound | J |
| Green stillnesses of some enchanted mere | K |
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| I shut mine eyes And lo | L |
| A flickering snatch of memory that floats | F |
| Upon the face of a pool of darkness five | M |
| And thirty dead years deep | N |
| Antic in girlish broideries | F |
| And skirts and silly shoes with straps | F |
| And a broad ribanded leghorn he walks | F |
| Plain in the shadow of a church | A |
| St Michael's in whose brazen call | O |
| To curfew his first wails of wrath were whelmed | J |
| Sedate for all his haste | J |
| To be at home and nestled in his arm | P |
| Inciting still to quiet and solitude | J |
| Boarded in sober drab | Q |
| With small square agitating cuts | F |
| Let in a top of the double columned close | F |
| Quakerlike print a Book | D |
| What but that blessed brief | R |
| Of what is gallantest and best | J |
| In all the full shelved Libraries of Romance | F |
| The Book of rocs | F |
| Sandalwood ivory turbans ambergris | F |
| Cream tarts and lettered apes and calendars | F |
| And ghouls and genies O so huge | C |
| They might have overed the tall Minster Tower | S |
| Hands down as schoolboys take a post | J |
| In truth the Book of Camaralzaman | T |
| Schemselnihar and Sindbad Scheherezade | J |
| The peerless Bedreddin Badroulbadour | S |
| Cairo and Serendib and Candahar | S |
| And Caspian and the dim terrific bulk | U |
| Ice ribbed fiend visited isled in spells and storms | F |
| Of Kaf That centre of miracles | F |
| The sole unparalleled Arabian Nights | F |
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| Old friends I had a many kindly and grim | V |
| Familiars cronies quaint | J |
| And goblin Never a Wood but housed | J |
| Some morrice of dainty dapperlings No Brook | D |
| But had his nunnery | S |
| Of green haired silvry curving sprites | F |
| To cabin in his grots and pace | F |
| His lilied margents Every lone Hillside | J |
| Might open upon Elf Land Every Stalk | W |
| That curled about a Bean stick was of the breed | J |
| Of that live ladder by whose delicate rungs | F |
| You climbed beyond the clouds and found | J |
| The Farm House where the Ogre gorged | J |
| And drowsy from his great oak chair | S |
| Among the flitches and pewters at the fire | S |
| Called for his Faery Harp And in it flew | X |
| And perching on the kitchen table sang | Y |
| Jocund and jubilant with a sound | J |
| Of those gay golden vowered madrigals | F |
| The shy thrush at mid May | Z |
| Flutes from wet orchards flushed with the triumphing dawn | T |
| Or blackbirds rioting as they listened still | A2 |
| In old world woodlands rapt with an old world spring | B2 |
| For Pan's own whistle savage and rich and lewd | J |
| And mocked him call for call | O |
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| I could not pass | F |
| The half door where the cobbler sat in view | X |
| Nor figure me the wizen Leprechaun | T |
| In square cut faded reds and buckle shoes | F |
| Bent at his work in the hedge side and know | T |
| Just how he tapped his brogue and twitched | J |
| His wax end this and that way both with wrists | F |
| And elbows In the rich June fields | F |
| Where the ripe clover drew the bees | F |
| And the tall quakers trembled and the West Wind | J |
| Lolled his half holiday away | Z |
| Beside me lolling and lounging through my own | T |
| 'Twas good to follow the Miller's Youngest Son | T |
| On his white horse along the leafy lanes | F |
| For at his stirrup linked and ran | T |
| Not cynical and trapesing as he loped | J |
| From wall to wall above the espaliers | F |
| But in the bravest tops | F |
| That market town a town of tops could show | T |
| Bold subtle adventurous his tail | C2 |
| A banner flaunted in disdain | T |
| Of human stratagems and shifts | F |
| King over All the Catlands present and past | J |
| And future that moustached | J |
| Artificer of fortunes Puss in Boots | F |
| Or Bluebeard's Closet with its plenishing | B2 |
| Of meat hooks sawdust blood | J |
| And wives that hung like fresh dressed carcases | F |
| Odd fangled most a butcher's part | J |
| A faery chamber hazily seen | T |
| And hazily figured on dark afternoons | F |
| And windy nights was visiting of the best | J |
| Then too the pelt of hoofs | F |
| Out in the roaring darkness told | J |
| Of Herne the Hunter in his antlered helm | D2 |
| Galloping as with despatches from the Pit | J |
| Between his hell born Hounds | F |
| And Rip Van Winkle often I lurked to hear | S |
| Outside the long low timbered tarry wall | O |
| The mutter and rumble of the trolling bowls | F |
| Down the lean plank before they fluttered the pins | F |
| For listening I could help him play | Z |
| His wonderful game | E2 |
| In those blue booming hills with Mariners | F |
| Refreshed from kegs not coopered in this our world | J |
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| But what were these so near | S |
| So neighbourly fancies to the spell that brought | J |
| The run of Ali Baba's Cave | F2 |
| Just for the saying 'Open Sesame ' | - |
| With gold to measure peck by peck | B2 |
| In round brown wooden stoups | F |
| You borrowed at the chandler's Or one time | B |
| Made you Aladdin's friend at school | G2 |
| Free of his Garden of Jewels Ring and Lamp | H2 |
| In perfect trim Or Ladies fair | S |
| For all the embrowning scars in their white breasts | F |
| Went labouring under some dread ordinance | F |
| Which made them whip and bitterly cry the while | I2 |
| Strange Curs that cried as they | Z |
| Till there was never a Black Bitch of all | O |
| Your consorting but might have gone | T |
| Spell driven miserably for crimes | F |
| Done in the pride of womanhood and desire | S |
| Or at the ghostliest altitudes of night | J |
| While you lay wondering and acold | J |
| Your sense was fearfully purged and soon | T |
| Queen Labe abominable and dear | S |
| Rose from your side opened the Box of Doom | J2 |
| Scattered the yellow powder which I saw | F |
| Like sulphur at the Docks in bulk | B2 |
| And muttered certain words you could not hear | S |
| And there a living stream | K2 |
| The brook you bathed in with its weeds and flags | F |
| And cresses glittered and sang | B2 |
| Out of the hearthrug over the nakedness | F |
| Fair scrubbed and decent of your bedroom floor | S |
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| I was how many a time | B |
| That Second Calendar Son of a King | B2 |
| On whom 'twas vehemently enjoined | J |
| Pausing at one mysterious door | S |
| To pry no closer but content his soul | H |
| With his kind Forty Yet I could not rest | J |
| For idleness and ungovernable Fate | J |
| And the Black Horse which fed on sesame | S |
| That wonder working word | J |
| Vouchsafed his back to me and spread his vans | F |
| And soaring soaring on | T |
| From air to air came charging to the ground | J |
| Sheer like a lark from the midsummer clouds | F |
| And shaking me out of the saddle where I sprawled | J |
| Flicked at me with his tail | C2 |
| And left me blinded miserable distraught | J |
| Even as I was in deed | J |
| When doctors came and odious things were done | T |
| On my poor tortured eyes | F |
| With lancets or some evil acid stung | B2 |
| And wrung them like hot sand | J |
| And desperately from room to room | J2 |
| Fumble I must my dark disconsolate way | Z |
| To get to Bagdad how I might But there | S |
| I met with Merry Ladies O you three | S |
| Safie Amine Zobeide when my heart | J |
| Forgets you all shall be forgot | J |
| And so we supped we and the rest | J |
| On wine and roasted lamb rose water dates | F |
| Almonds pistachios citrons And Haroun | T |
| Laughed out of his lordly beard | J |
| On Giaffar and Mesrour I knew the Three | S |
| For all their Mossoul habits And outside | J |
| The Tigris flowing swift | J |
| Like Severn bend for bend twinkled and gleamed | J |
| With broken and wavering shapes of stranger stars | F |
| The vast blue night | J |
| Was murmurous with peris' plumes | F |
| And the leathern wings of genies words of power | S |
| Were whispering and old fishermen | T |
| Casting their nets with prayer might draw to shore | S |
| Dead loveliness or a prodigy in scales | F |
| Worth in the Caliph's Kitchen pieces of gold | J |
| Or copper vessels stopped with lead | J |
| Wherein some Squire of Eblis watched and railed | J |
| In durance under potent charactry | S |
| Graven by the seal of Solomon the King | B2 |
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| Then as the Book was glassed | J |
| In Life as in some olden mirror's quaint | J |
| Bewildering angles so would Life | L2 |
| Flash light on light back on the Book and both | M2 |
| Were changed Once in a house decayed | J |
| From better days harbouring an errant show | T |
| For all its stories of dry rot | J |
| Were filled with gruesome visitants in wax | F |
| Inhuman hushed ghastly with Painted Eyes | F |
| I wandered and no living soul | H |
| Was nearer than the pay box and I stared | J |
| Upon them staring staring Till at last | J |
| Three sets of rafters from the streets | F |
| I strayed upon a mildewed rat run room | J2 |
| With the two Dancers horrible and obscene | T |
| Guarding the door and there in a bedroom set | J |
| Behind a fence of faded crimson cords | F |
| With an aspect of frills | F |
| And dimities and dishonoured privacy | S |
| That made you hanker and hesitate to look | B2 |
| A Woman with her litter of Babes all slain | T |
| All in their nightgowns all with Painted Eyes | F |
| Staring still staring so that I turned and ran | T |
| As for my neck but in the street | J |
| Took breath The same it seemed | J |
| And yet not all the same I was to find | J |
| As I went up For afterwards | F |
| Whenas I went my round alone | T |
| All day alone in long stern silent streets | F |
| Where I might stretch my hand and take | B2 |
| Whatever I would still there were Shapes of Stone | T |
| Motionless lifelike frightening for the Wrath | N2 |
| Had smitten them but they watched | J |
| This by her melons and figs that by his rings | F |
| And chains and watches with the hideous gaze | F |
| The Painted Eyes insufferable | O2 |
| Now of those grisly images and I | P2 |
| Pursued my best beloved quest | J |
| Thrilled with a novel and delicious fear | S |
| So the night fell with never a lamplighter | S |
| And through the Palace of the King | B2 |
| I groped among the echoes and I felt | J |
| That they were there | S |
| Dreadfully there the Painted staring Eyes | F |
| Hall after hall Till lo from far | S |
| A Voice And in a little while | I2 |
| Two tapers burning And the Voice | F |
| Heard in the wondrous Word of God was whose | F |
| Whose but Zobeide's | F |
| The lady of my heart like me | S |
| A True Believer and like me | S |
| An outcast thousands of leagues beyond the pale | C2 |
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| Or sailing to the Isles | F |
| Of Khaledan I spied one evenfall | C2 |
| A black blotch in the sunset and it grew | S |
| Swiftly and grew Tearing their beards | F |
| The sailors wept and prayed but the grave ship | Q2 |
| Deep laden with spiceries and pearls went mad | J |
| Wrenched the long tiller out of the steersman's hand | J |
| And turning broadside on | T |
| As the most iron would was haled and sucked | J |
| Nearer and nearer yet | J |
| And all awash with horrible lurching leaps | F |
| Rushed at that Portent casting a shadow now | T |
| That swallowed sea and sky and then | T |
| Anchors and nails and bolts | F |
| Flew screaming out of her and with clang on clang | B2 |
| A noise of fifty stithies caught at the sides | F |
| Of the Magnetic Mountain and she lay | C2 |
| A broken bundle of firewood strown piecemeal | C2 |
| About the waters and her crew | S |
| Passed shrieking one by one and I was left | J |
| To drown All the long night I swam | R2 |
| But in the morning O the smiling coast | J |
| Tufted with date trees meadowlike | B2 |
| Skirted with shelving sands And a great wave | F2 |
| Cast me ashore and I was saved alive | M |
| So giving thanks to God I dried my clothes | F |
| And faring inland in a desert place | F |
| I stumbled on an iron ring | B2 |
| The fellow of fifty built into the Quays | F |
| When scenting a trap door | S |
| I dug and dug until my biggest blade | J |
| Stuck into wood And then | T |
| The flight of smooth hewn easy falling stairs | F |
| Sunk in the naked rock The cool clean vault | J |
| So neat with niche on niche it might have been | T |
| Our beer cellar but for the rows | F |
| Of brazen urns like monstrous chemist's jars | F |
| Full to the wide squat throats | F |
| With gold dust but a top | S2 |
| A layer of pickled walnut looking things | F |
| I knew for olives And far O far away | C2 |
| The Princess of China languished Far away | C2 |
| Was marriage with a Vizier and a Chief | R |
| Of Eunuchs and the privilege | C |
| Of going out at night | J |
| To play unkenned majestical secure | S |
| Where the old brown friendly river shaped | J |
| Like Tigris shore for shore Haply a Ghoul | C2 |
| Sat in the churchyard under a frightened moon | T |
| A thighbone in his fist and glared | J |
| At supper with a Lady she who took | B2 |
| Her rice with tweezers grain by grain | T |
| Or you might stumble there by the iron gates | F |
| Of the Pump Room underneath the limes | F |
| Upon Bedreddin in his shirt and drawers | F |
| Just as the civil Genie laid him down | T |
| Or those red curtained panes | F |
| Whence a tame cornet tenored it throatily | C2 |
| Of beer pots and spittoons and new long pipes | F |
| Might turn a caravansery's wherein | T |
| You found Noureddin Ali loftily drunk | B2 |
| And that fair Persian bathed in tears | F |
| You'd not have given away | C2 |
| For all the diamonds in the Vale Perilous | F |
| You had that dark and disleaved afternoon | T |
| Escaped on a roc's claw | C2 |
| Disguised like Sindbad but in Christmas beef | R |
| And all the blissful while | C2 |
| The schoolboy satchel at your hip | Q2 |
| Was such a bulse of gems as should amaze | F |
| Grey whiskered chapmen drawn | T |
| From over Caspian yea the Chief Jewellers | F |
| Of Tartary and the bazaars | F |
| Seething with traffic of enormous Ind | J |
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| Thus cried thus called aloud to the child heart | J |
| The magian East thus the child eyes | F |
| Spelled out the wizard message by the light | J |
| Of the sober workaday hours | F |
| They saw week in week out pass and still pass | F |
| In the sleepy Minster City folded kind | J |
| In ancient Severn's arm | P |
| Amongst her water meadows and her docks | F |
| Whose floating populace of ships | F |
| Galliots and luggers light heeled brigantines | F |
| Bluff barques and rake hell fore and afters brought | J |
| To her very doorsteps and geraniums | F |
| The scents of the World's End the calls | F |
| That may not be gainsaid to rise and ride | J |
| Like fire on some high errand of the race | F |
| The irresistible appeals | F |
| For comradeship that sound | J |
| Steadily from the irresistible sea | F |
| Thus the East laughed and whispered and the tale | C2 |
| Telling itself anew | S |
| In terms of living labouring life | L2 |
| Took on the colours busked it in the wear | S |
| Of life that lived and laboured and Romance | F |
| The Angel Playmate raining down | T |
| His golden influences | F |
| On all I saw and all I dreamed and did | J |
| Walked with me arm in arm | P |
| Or left me as one bediademed with straws | F |
| And bits of glass to gladden at my heart | J |
| Who had the gift to seek and feel and find | J |
| His fiery hearted presence everywhere | S |
| Even so dear Hesper bringer of all good things | F |
| Sends the same silver dews | F |
| Of happiness down her dim delighted skies | F |
| On some poor collier hamlet mound on mound | J |
| Of sifted squalor here a soot throated stalk | B2 |
| Sullenly smoking over a row | T |
| Of flat faced hovels black in the gritty air | S |
| A web of rails and wheels and beams with strings | F |
| Of hurtling tipping trams | F |
| As on the amorous nightingales | F |
| And roses of Shiraz or the walls and towers | F |
| Of Samarcand the Ineffable whence you espy | F |
| The splendour of Ginnistan's embattled spears | F |
| Like listed lightnings | F |
| Samarcand | J |
| That name of names That star vaned belvedere | S |
| Builded against the Chambers of the South | T2 |
| That outpost on the Infinite | J |
| And behold | J |
| Questing therefrom you knew not what wild tide | J |
| Might overtake you for one fringe | C |
| One suburb is stablished on firm earth but one | T |
| Floats founded vague | B2 |
| In lubberlands delectable isles of palm | U2 |
| And lotus fortunate mains far shimmering seas | F |
| The promise of wistful hills | F |
| The shining shifting Sovranties of Dream | K2 |
William Ernest Henley
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