On Hearing That Constantinople Was Swallowed Up By An Earthquake Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRS TFUVCWXYZA2B2FC2D2E2 F2G2H2RCI2J2K2L2QFM2 N2O2P2Q2R2B2CS2 T2U2V2W2O2X2V2Y2Z2A3 B3C3D3Y2O2E3F3O2G3L2 ALH3I3J3IK3L3M3N3Z2W 2O3 LVP3Y2BC3Q3R3PQS3T3W E3U3SV3W3AJS2X3O2D3Y 3Y2Z3WA4ZL2MB4LC4KD4 E4Z3F4ZW

A Report though false at that time generally believedA
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Fallen are thy towers Byzantium towers that stoodB
Before the Turk's dread fury when he cameC
The crescent sparkling amidst Christian bloodD
And to the reeking den of Moloch turnedE
Sophia's holy fane Where where are nowF
Imperial city the late proud remainsG
Of thy brave founder's greatness when he clothedH
In worldly grandeur pure Religion's formI
Then placed beside him placed upon a throneJ
The lowly Nazarene's meek simple childK
He wandering then upon a Christian landL
Stranger at home had been nor known againM
His artless rites his followers in the domesN
Filled with the sparkling shrine the rich robed priestsO
And pomp of earthly greatness But not longP
Lived there his name Science and art farewellQ
The foe of light and love Mohammed comesR
And Constantine's proud race exists no moreS
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But sons of Mahomet the towers he builtT
Though by your anger spared have fallen nowF
And crushed your bloody race A mightier armU
Than his who raised or spared yon domes came forthV
From the hot sable rolling cloud it cameC
And crumbled them to dust The wind the airW
Seem in strict silence bound but smiling stillX
Appears the face of day assassin likeY
Smiling though conscious of intended deathZ
But Nature trembles at her own reposeA2
The brute creation dread forebodings shakeB2
While man alone is bold But see where nowF
The labouring ocean in fantastic shapesC2
And sudden swells her heaving bosom rearsD2
Like the mad Pythia when the Delphian godE2
Spoke by her fraudful lips But here alasF2
A real God that world of waters movesG2
To do his dreadful biddingH2
Hark he comesR
The thunder's roar the rush of winds proclaimC
The Mighty One is near But oh when pastI2
His power and those he spared raised up their headsJ2
Where was the eye could bear upon the wasteK2
To gaze and mark the ruin stretching wideL2
Oh ye were blest ye victims ye who fellQ
Deep in the yawning chasm Where are nowF
The sad survivor cries my peaceful homeM2
The sacred mosque I loved the child the wifeN2
I clasped but now the city towering highO2
Proud in its strength Disperse thou gloomy cloudP2
And let me gaze on them The cloud's dispersedQ2
But he beholds no city he can traceR2
No vestige of his home a putrid lakeB2
Or barren ground replace them and proclaimC
Devouring earthquake thy resistless powerS2
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England blest country from such woes as theseT2
Thy temperate clime preserves thee lightly feltU2
If ever by thy comfort breathing shoresV2
The earthquake desolating distant landsW2
And thou hast cause to lift thy voice most highO2
In the great choir of nations hymning praiseX2
But ye who wander from your native shoresV2
While haply such calamity draws nearY2
As sunk Byzantium ye whose eager heartsZ2
Anticipate a glad return to scenesA3
Ye shall behold no more for ever sweptB3
From off the earth unconscious heirs of woeC3
For you I mourn Methinks I see the cheekD3
Flushed with delight chastized perhaps by fearY2
When your own land approaches See the eyeO2
Misty with tears ope wide its eager lidE3
To catch the well known objects Horrid changeF3
Fear pales that glowing cheek and dries that eyeO2
It is our native shore but where are goneG3
The fanes the spires erewhile our city's prideL2
I hear you cry The pilot is deceivedA
And hope deceived us too 'Tis not our landL
But soon the mournful certainty ye guessH3
And leap to shore and there ye call in vainI3
On all ye loved Throughout the silent streetsJ3
That yet remain perhaps some meagre formI
May trembling steal along and tell the taleK3
While on the ruins some lone maniac sitsL3
And as he points to where the chasm yawnedM3
Boasts of the treasures earth preserves for himN3
Or while a sudden beam of reason dartsZ2
Screams his discordant anguish and commandsW2
Earth to give back his childrenO3
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Angel of woe that from the eternal handL
Receivest thy dread commission going forthV
To flap thy sable pinions o'er the worldP3
And shed unnumbered evils which appearY2
To piety's uplifted eye as goodB
Concealed in evil's garb angel of woeC3
Upon thy awful power I've pondered oftQ3
In all its dark varieties I've soughtR3
The horrid path where Madness stalks alongP
In fancied majesty or from his cellQ
Sends the loud shriek or more afflicting laughS3
And as I hurried from the o'erwhelming sceneT3
Have shuddering owned thy awful presence thereW
I've seen thee by the death bed sit and bidE3
The silent corse to speak again and urgeU3
The eyes for ever closed to ope once moreS
And beam as they were wont and I have walkedV3
In slow procession to the opening graveW3
And seen thee triumph when the earth receivedA
The form beloved and the deep bursting groanJ
Bespoke affliction's forced composure o'erS2
And agony victorious I have gazedX3
Upon the guilty wretch when doomed to dieO2
Terror has vanquished him and his pale cheekD3
Has proved the falsehood of his vaunting tongueY3
While to his startled fancy in the rearY2
Of Death came judgement and the world to comeZ3
Unfolded all its horrors There O thereW
Thee I beheld and fled from and I've heardA4
How on the sultry suffocating breathZ
Of livid pestilence thou floating wideL2
Hast done thy master's bidding Vain were thenM
The ties of nature from the parent's graspB4
The child has forced its once sustaining handL
And horror struck has from contagion fledC4
While the fond parent from his dying childK
Vainly his aid imploring terror wingedD4
Has urged his selfish flight And there thou wertE4
But when the earthquake's varied horrors comeZ3
All all thy ministers are waiting roundF4
Fear Madness Pestilence Pain Famine DeathZ
And all the AGONIES COMBINED are thereW

Amelia Opie



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