The Phoenix And The Turtle Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBA CDEF GHHG IJKI LMML NOON PQQP CRRC SIIS TUUT VCCW PQQ QXXQ N BBY ZZZ BBB BBB A2A2A2

Let the bird of loudest layA
On the sole Arabian treeB
Herald sad and trumpet beB
To whose sound chaste wings obeyA
-
But thou shrieking harbingerC
Foul precurrer of the fiendD
Augur of the fever's endE
To this troop come thou not nearF
-
From this session interdictG
Every fowl of tyrant wingH
Save the eagle feather'd kingH
Keep the obsequy so strictG
-
Let the priest in surplice whiteI
That defunctive music canJ
Be the death divining swanK
Lest the requiem lack his rightI
-
And thou treble dated crowL
That thy sable gender mak'stM
With the breath thou giv'st and tak'stM
'Mongst our mourners shalt thou goL
-
Here the anthem doth commenceN
Love and constancy is deadO
Phoenix and the turtle fledO
In a mutual flame from henceN
-
So they loved as love in twainP
Had the essence but in oneQ
Two distincts division noneQ
Number there in love was slainP
-
Hearts remote yet not asunderC
Distance and no space was seenR
'Twixt the turtle and his queenR
But in them it were a wonderC
-
So between them love did shineS
That the turtle saw his rightI
Flaming in the phoenix' sightI
Either was the other's mineS
-
Property was thus appall'dT
That the self was not the sameU
Single nature's double nameU
Neither two nor one was call'dT
-
Reason in itself confoundedV
Saw division grow togetherC
To themselves yet either neitherC
Simple were so well compoundedW
-
That it cried 'How true a twainP
Seemeth this concordant oneQ
Love hath reason reason noneQ
If what parts can so remain '-
-
Whereupon it made this threneQ
To the phoenix and the doveX
Co supremes and stars of loveX
As chorus to their tragic sceneQ
-
THRENOSN
-
Beauty truth and rarityB
Grace in all simplicityB
Here enclosed in cinders lieY
-
Death is now the phoenix' nestZ
And the turtle's loyal breastZ
To eternity doth restZ
-
Leaving no posterityB
'Twas not their infirmityB
It was married chastityB
-
Truth may seem but cannot beB
Beauty brag but 'tis not sheB
Truth and beauty buried beB
-
To this urn let those repairA2
That are either true or fairA2
For these dead birds sigh a prayerA2

William Shakespeare



Rate:
(1)



Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation


Write your comment about The Phoenix And The Turtle poem by William Shakespeare


swarnima: like a true love with a real soul
 

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 67 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Popular Poets