The Winds Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDDCEECFF G BBCCDDHHIIEJ K LMMLNDMDOPOPCQRRSSBT BTUV G WXXBBWWBBYYZZTTQCYYA 2A2WB2B2WWCCCC2CCC2X C2XC2D2D2When dark November bade the leaves adieu | A |
And the gale sung amid the sea boy's shrouds | B |
Methought I saw four winged forms that flew | A |
With garments streaming light amid the clouds | B |
From adverse regions of the sky | C |
In dim succession they went by | C |
The first as o'er the billowy deep he passed | D |
Blew from its brazen trump a far resounding blast | D |
Upon a beaked promontory high | C |
With streaming heart and cloudy brow severe | E |
Marked ye the father of the frowning year | E |
Dark vapours rolled o'er the tempestuous sky | C |
When creeping WINTER from his cave came forth | F |
Stern courier of the storm he cried what from the north | F |
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NORTH WIND | G |
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From the vast and desert deeps | B |
Where the lonely Kraken sleeps | B |
Where fixed the icy mountains high | C |
Glimmer to the twilight sky | C |
Where six lingering months to last | D |
The night has closed the day is past | D |
Father lo I come I come | H |
I have heard the wizard's drum | H |
And the withered Lapland hag | I |
Seal with muttered spell her bag | I |
O'er mountains white and forests sere | E |
I flew and with a wink am here | J |
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WINTER | K |
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Spirit of unwearied wing | L |
From the Baltic's frozen main | M |
From the Russ's bleak domain | M |
Say what tidings dost thou bring | L |
Shouts and the noise of battle and again | N |
The winged wind blew loud a deadly blast | D |
Shouts and the noise of battle the long main | M |
Seemed with hoarse voice to answer as he passed | D |
The moody South went by and silence kept | O |
The cloudy rack oft hid his mournful mien | P |
And frequent fell the showers as if he wept | O |
The eternal havoc of this mortal scene | P |
He had heard the yell and cry | C |
And howling dance of Anarchy | Q |
Where the Rhone with rushing flood | R |
Murmured to the main through blood | R |
He seemed to wish he could for ever throw | S |
His misty mantle o'er a world of woe | S |
But rousing him from his desponding trance | B |
Cold Eurus blew his sharp and shrilling horn | T |
In his right hand he bore an icy lance | B |
That far off glittered in the frost of morn | T |
The old man knew the clarion from afar | U |
What from the East he cried | V |
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EAST WIND | G |
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Shouts and the noise of war | W |
Far o'er the land hath been my flight | X |
O'er many a forest dark as night | X |
O'er champaigns where the Tartar speeds | B |
O'er Wolga's wild and giant reeds | B |
O'er the Carpathian summits hoar | W |
Beneath whose snows and shadows frore | W |
Poland's level length unfolds | B |
Her trackless woods and wildering wolds | B |
Like a spirit seeking rest | Y |
I have passed from east to west | Y |
While sounds of discord and lament | Z |
Rose from the earth where'er I went | Z |
I care not hurrying as in scorn | T |
I shook my lance and blew my horn | T |
The day shows clear and merrily | Q |
Along the Atlantic now I fly | C |
Who comes in soft and spicy vest | Y |
From the mild regions of the West | Y |
An azure veil bends waving o'er his head | A2 |
And showers of violets from his hands are shed | A2 |
'Tis Zephyr with a look as young and fair | W |
As when his lucid wings conveyed | B2 |
That beautiful and gentle maid | B2 |
Psyche transported through the air | W |
The blissful couch of Love's own god to share | W |
Winter avaunt thy haggard eye | C |
Will scare him as he wanders by | C |
Him and the timid butterfly | C |
He brings again the morn of May | C2 |
The lark amid the clear blue sky | C |
Carols but is not seen so high | C |
And all the winter's winds fly far away | C2 |
I cried O Father of the world whose might | X |
The storm the darkness and the winds obey | C2 |
Oh when will thus the long tempestuous night | X |
Of warfare and of woe be rolled away | C2 |
Oh when will cease the uproar and the din | D2 |
And Peace breathe soft Summer is coming in | D2 |
William Lisle Bowles
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