The Fall Of Jerusalem Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEBFFBE BGBBHGIGIHBJKBLKMNMN OBOBPNNQBPBB OROJRJSSTNTNNNBBNNBB NN LJUUVWNVWNVNN NJNJJJLLXX JJXJXN NJJNJJNNJ| Jerusalem Jerusalem | A |
| Thou art low thou mighty one | B |
| How is the brilliance of thy diadem | C |
| How is the lustre of thy throne | D |
| Rent from thee and thy sun of fame | E |
| Darken'd by the shadowy pinion | B |
| Of the Roman bird whose sway | F |
| All the tribes of earth obey | F |
| Crouching 'neath his dread dominion | B |
| And the terrors of his name | E |
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| How is thy royal seat whereon | B |
| Sate in days of yore | G |
| Lowly Jesse's godlike son | B |
| And the strength of Solomon | B |
| In those rich and happy times | H |
| When the ships from Tarshish bore | G |
| Incense and from Ophir's land | I |
| With silken sail and cedar oar | G |
| Wafting to Judea's strand | I |
| All the wealth of foreign climes | H |
| How is thy royal seat o'erthrown | B |
| Gone is all thy majesty | J |
| Salem Salem city of kings | K |
| Thou sittest desolate and lone | B |
| Where once the glory of the Most High | L |
| Dwelt visibly enshrin'd between the wings | K |
| Of Cherubims within whose bright embrace | M |
| The golden mercy seat remain'd | N |
| Land of Jehovah view that sacred place | M |
| Abandon'd and profan'd | N |
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| Wail fallen Salem Wail | O |
| Mohammed's votaries pollute thy fane | B |
| The dark division of thine holy veil | O |
| Is rent in twain | B |
| Thrice hath Sion's crowned rock | P |
| Seen thy temple's marble state | N |
| Awfully serenely great | N |
| Towering on his sainted brow | Q |
| Rear its pinnacles of snow | B |
| Thrice with desolating shock | P |
| Down to earth hath seen it driv'n | B |
| From his heights which reach to heaven | B |
| - | |
| Wail fallen Salem Wail | O |
| Though not one stone above another | R |
| There was left to tell the tale | O |
| Of the greatness of thy story | J |
| Yet the long lapse of ages cannot smother | R |
| The blaze of thine abounding glory | J |
| Which thro' the mist of rolling years | S |
| O'er history's darken'd page appears | S |
| Like the morning star whose gleam | T |
| Gazeth thro' the waste of night | N |
| What time old ocean's purple stream | T |
| In his cold surge hath deeply lav'd | N |
| Its ardent front of dewy light | N |
| Oh who shall e'er forget thy bands which brav'd | N |
| The terrors of the desert's barren reign | B |
| And that strong arm which broke the chain | B |
| Wherein ye foully lay enslav'd | N |
| Or that sublime Theocracy which pav'd | N |
| Your way thro' ocean's vast domain | B |
| And on far on to Canaan's emerald plain | B |
| Led the Israelitish crowd | N |
| With a pillar and a cloud | N |
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| Signs on earth and signs on high | L |
| Prophesied thy destiny | J |
| A trumpet's voice above thee rung | U |
| A starry sabre o'er thee hung | U |
| Visions of fiery armies redly flashing | V |
| In the many colour'd glare | W |
| Of the setting orb of day | N |
| And flaming chariots fiercely dashing | V |
| Swept along the peopled air | W |
| In magnificent array | N |
| The temple doors on brazen hinges crashing | V |
| Burst open with appalling sound | N |
| A wond'rous radiance streaming round | N |
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| 'Our blood be on our heads ' ye said | N |
| Such your awless imprecation | J |
| Full bitterly at length 'twas paid | N |
| Upon your captive nation | J |
| Arms of adverse legions bound thee | J |
| Plague and pestilence stood round thee | J |
| Seven weary suns had brighten'd Syria's sky | L |
| Yet still was heard th' unceasing cry | L |
| From south north east and west a voice | X |
| 'Woe unto thy sons and dauthers | X |
| Woe to Salem thou art lost ' | - |
| A sound divine | J |
| Came from the sainted secret inmost shrine | J |
| 'Let us go hence ' and then a noise | X |
| The thunders of the parting Deity | J |
| Like the rush of countless waters | X |
| Like the murmur of a host | N |
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| Though now each glorious hope be blighted | N |
| Yet an hour shall come when ye | J |
| Though scatter'd like the chaff shall be | J |
| Beneath one standard once again united | N |
| When your wandering race shall own | J |
| Prostrate at the dazzling throne | J |
| Of your high Almighty Lord | N |
| The wonders of his searchless word | N |
| Th' unfading splendours of his Son | J |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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