At Shelley-s Grave Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDD EFEFGGGG DHDHIIJJ KCKCLLDD CMCMNNCC HOHOPPFF FQFQCCDD GDGDRRQS JTJTRRUU VWVWQXCC CRCRFFCC YCYCCCZA2

Beneath this marble mute of praiseA
Is hushed the heart of OneB
Who whilst it beat had eagle's gazeA
To stare upon the sunB
Equal in flightC
To any heightC
He lies where they that crawl but comeD
Sleeping most sound Cor CordiumD
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No rippling notes announcing springE
No bloom evoking breezeF
No fleecy clouds that earnest bringE
Of summer on the seasF
Avail to wakeG
The heart whose acheG
Was to be tender overmuchG
To Nature's every tone and touchG
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The insolence of stranger drumD
Vexing the broad blue airH
To smite a nation's clamour dumbD
Or spur a rash despairH
Which once had wrungI
That prophet tongueI
To challenge force or cheer the slaveJ
Rolls unrebuked around his graveJ
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The cruel clarion's senseless brayK
The lamb's half human bleatC
Patter of shower on sward or sprayK
Or clang of mail d feetC
Are weak alikeL
To stir or strikeL
The once swift voice that now is dumbD
To war's reveil cicala's humD
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Oh wake dead heart come back indeedC
Come back Thy thunderous browM
And levin shafts the world did needC
Never so much as nowM
The chain the rackN
The hopes kept backN
By those whom serfs are forced to trustC
Might well reanimate thy dustC
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Nay Poet rest thou quiet thereH
'Neath sunshine wind and rainO
At least if thou canst scarce repairH
Thou dost not share our painO
It is enoughP
That cold rebuffP
And calumny of knave and dunceF
Did vex thy tender spirit onceF
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Where was the marvel though thy corseF
Submitted to the pyreQ
Thy heart of hearts should foil the forceF
Of the sea wind blown fireQ
It was but justC
That what was dustC
Should own the cradle whence it cameD
But when did flame e'er feed on flameD
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Or rather say the sacred torchG
The while it did illumeD
Thy heart did also so far scorchG
Was nought left to consumeD
That ardent zealR
For human wealR
Had searched and parched it o'er and o'erQ
Till lava like 'twould burn no moreS
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I snatch the banner from thy graveJ
I wave the torch on highT
'Spite smiling tyrant crouching slaveJ
The Cause shall never dieT
Sceptre and cowlR
May smite or scowlR
Serfs hug the chains they half deserveU
Right cannot miss howe'er it swerveU
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Alas you failed who were so strongV
Shall I succeed so weakW
Life grows still shorter art more longV
You sang I scarce can speakW
Promethean fireQ
Within your lyreX
Made manly words with music mateC
Whilst I am scarce articulateC
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He sang too early to be heardC
The world is drowsy stillR
And only those whose sleep is stirredC
By lines that streak the hillR
Or the first notesF
Of matin throatsF
Have heard his strain 'mid hush of nightC
And known it harbinger of LightC
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But when the Day shall come whose dawnY
He early did forbodeC
When men by Knowledge shall be drawnY
Not driven by the goadC
This spot apartC
Where sleeps his heartC
Deaf to all clamour wrong or rageZ
Shall be their choicest pilgrimageA2

Alfred Austin



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