In The Forum Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH HBHB HHHH IEIE BJBK LLLL HHHH MLNL LBLB OLOL HHHH NLNL LDLD PHPH LNLN LPLP QHQ HHHH DDDDThe last warm gleams of sunset fade | A |
From cypress spire and stonepine dome | B |
And in the twilight's deepening shade | A |
Lingering I scan the wrecks of Rome | B |
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Husht the Madonna's Evening Bell | C |
The steers lie loosed from wain and plough | D |
The vagrant monk is in his cell | C |
The meek nun novice cloistered now | D |
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Pedant's presumptuous voice no more | E |
Vexes the spot where Caesar trod | F |
And o'er the pavement's soundless floor | E |
Come banished priest and exiled God | F |
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The lank ribbed she wolf couched among | G |
The regal hillside's tangled scrubs | H |
With doting gaze and fondling tongue | G |
Suckles the Vestal's twin born cubs | H |
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Yet once again Evander leads | H |
neas to his wattled home | B |
And throned on Tiber's fresh cut reeds | H |
Talks of burnt Troy and rising Rome | B |
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From out the tawny dusk one hears | H |
The half feigned scream of Sabine maids | H |
The rush to arms then swift the tears | H |
That separate the clashing blades | H |
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The Lictors with their fasces throng | I |
To quell the Commons' rising roar | E |
As Tullia's chariot flames along | I |
Splashed with her murdered father's gore | E |
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Her tresses free from band or comb | B |
Love dimpled Venus lithe and tall | J |
And fresh as Fiumicino's foam | B |
Mounts her pentelic pedestal | K |
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With languid lids and lips apart | L |
And curving limbs like wave half furled | L |
Unarmed she dominates the heart | L |
And without sceptre sways the world | L |
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Nerved by her smile avenging Mars | H |
Stalks through the Forum's fallen fanes | H |
Or changed of mien and healed of scars | H |
Threads sylvan slopes and vineyard plains | H |
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With waves of song from wakening lyre | M |
Apollo routs the wavering night | L |
While parsley crowned the white robed choir | N |
Wind chanting up the Sacred Height | L |
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Where Jove with thunder garlands wreathed | L |
And crisp locks frayed like fretted foam | B |
Sits with his lightnings half unsheathed | L |
And frowns against the foes of Rome | B |
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You cannot kill the Gods They still | O |
Reclaim the thrones where once they reigned | L |
Rehaunt the grove remount the rill | O |
And renovate their rites profaned | L |
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Diana's hounds still lead the chase | H |
Still Neptune's Trident crests the sea | H |
And still man's spirit soars through space | H |
On feathered heels of Mercury | H |
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No flood can quench the Vestals' Fire | N |
The Flamen's robes are still as white | L |
As ere the Salii's armoured choir | N |
Were drowned by droning anchorite | L |
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The saint may seize the siren's seat | L |
The shaveling frown where frisked the Faun | D |
Ne'er will though all beside should fleet | L |
The Olympian Presence be withdrawn | D |
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Here even in the noontide glare | P |
The Gods recumbent take their ease | H |
Go look and you will find them there | P |
Slumbering behind some fallen frieze | H |
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But most when sunset glow hath paled | L |
And come as now the twilight hour | N |
In vesper vagueness dimly veiled | L |
I feel their presence and their power | N |
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What though their temples strew the ground | L |
And to the ruin owls repair | P |
Their home their haunt is all around | L |
They drive the cloud they ride the air | P |
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And when the planets wend their way | Q |
Along the never ageing skies | H |
Revere the Gods'' I hear them say | Q |
The Gods are old the Gods are wise '' | - |
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Build as man may Time gnaws and peers | H |
Through marble fissures granite rents | H |
Only Imagination rears | H |
Imperishable monuments | H |
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Let Gaul and Goth pollute the shrine | D |
Level the altar fire the fane | D |
There is no razing the Divine | D |
The Gods return the Gods remain | D |
Alfred Austin
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