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 E4Z3F4ZWA Report though false at that time generally believed | A |
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Fallen are thy towers Byzantium towers that stood | B |
Before the Turk's dread fury when he came | C |
The crescent sparkling amidst Christian blood | D |
And to the reeking den of Moloch turned | E |
Sophia's holy fane Where where are now | F |
Imperial city the late proud remains | G |
Of thy brave founder's greatness when he clothed | H |
In worldly grandeur pure Religion's form | I |
Then placed beside him placed upon a throne | J |
The lowly Nazarene's meek simple child | K |
He wandering then upon a Christian land | L |
Stranger at home had been nor known again | M |
His artless rites his followers in the domes | N |
Filled with the sparkling shrine the rich robed priests | O |
And pomp of earthly greatness But not long | P |
Lived there his name Science and art farewell | Q |
The foe of light and love Mohammed comes | R |
And Constantine's proud race exists no more | S |
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But sons of Mahomet the towers he built | T |
Though by your anger spared have fallen now | F |
And crushed your bloody race A mightier arm | U |
Than his who raised or spared yon domes came forth | V |
From the hot sable rolling cloud it came | C |
And crumbled them to dust The wind the air | W |
Seem in strict silence bound but smiling still | X |
Appears the face of day assassin like | Y |
Smiling though conscious of intended death | Z |
But Nature trembles at her own repose | A2 |
The brute creation dread forebodings shake | B2 |
While man alone is bold But see where now | F |
The labouring ocean in fantastic shapes | C2 |
And sudden swells her heaving bosom rears | D2 |
Like the mad Pythia when the Delphian god | E2 |
Spoke by her fraudful lips But here alas | F2 |
A real God that world of waters moves | G2 |
To do his dreadful bidding | H2 |
Hark he comes | R |
The thunder's roar the rush of winds proclaim | C |
The Mighty One is near But oh when past | I2 |
His power and those he spared raised up their heads | J2 |
Where was the eye could bear upon the waste | K2 |
To gaze and mark the ruin stretching wide | L2 |
Oh ye were blest ye victims ye who fell | Q |
Deep in the yawning chasm Where are now | F |
The sad survivor cries my peaceful home | M2 |
The sacred mosque I loved the child the wife | N2 |
I clasped but now the city towering high | O2 |
Proud in its strength Disperse thou gloomy cloud | P2 |
And let me gaze on them The cloud's dispersed | Q2 |
But he beholds no city he can trace | R2 |
No vestige of his home a putrid lake | B2 |
Or barren ground replace them and proclaim | C |
Devouring earthquake thy resistless power | S2 |
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England blest country from such woes as these | T2 |
Thy temperate clime preserves thee lightly felt | U2 |
If ever by thy comfort breathing shores | V2 |
The earthquake desolating distant lands | W2 |
And thou hast cause to lift thy voice most high | O2 |
In the great choir of nations hymning praise | X2 |
But ye who wander from your native shores | V2 |
While haply such calamity draws near | Y2 |
As sunk Byzantium ye whose eager hearts | Z2 |
Anticipate a glad return to scenes | A3 |
Ye shall behold no more for ever swept | B3 |
From off the earth unconscious heirs of woe | C3 |
For you I mourn Methinks I see the cheek | D3 |
Flushed with delight chastized perhaps by fear | Y2 |
When your own land approaches See the eye | O2 |
Misty with tears ope wide its eager lid | E3 |
To catch the well known objects Horrid change | F3 |
Fear pales that glowing cheek and dries that eye | O2 |
It is our native shore but where are gone | G3 |
The fanes the spires erewhile our city's pride | L2 |
I hear you cry The pilot is deceived | A |
And hope deceived us too 'Tis not our land | L |
But soon the mournful certainty ye guess | H3 |
And leap to shore and there ye call in vain | I3 |
On all ye loved Throughout the silent streets | J3 |
That yet remain perhaps some meagre form | I |
May trembling steal along and tell the tale | K3 |
While on the ruins some lone maniac sits | L3 |
And as he points to where the chasm yawned | M3 |
Boasts of the treasures earth preserves for him | N3 |
Or while a sudden beam of reason darts | Z2 |
Screams his discordant anguish and commands | W2 |
Earth to give back his children | O3 |
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Angel of woe that from the eternal hand | L |
Receivest thy dread commission going forth | V |
To flap thy sable pinions o'er the world | P3 |
And shed unnumbered evils which appear | Y2 |
To piety's uplifted eye as good | B |
Concealed in evil's garb angel of woe | C3 |
Upon thy awful power I've pondered oft | Q3 |
In all its dark varieties I've sought | R3 |
The horrid path where Madness stalks along | P |
In fancied majesty or from his cell | Q |
Sends the loud shriek or more afflicting laugh | S3 |
And as I hurried from the o'erwhelming scene | T3 |
Have shuddering owned thy awful presence there | W |
I've seen thee by the death bed sit and bid | E3 |
The silent corse to speak again and urge | U3 |
The eyes for ever closed to ope once more | S |
And beam as they were wont and I have walked | V3 |
In slow procession to the opening grave | W3 |
And seen thee triumph when the earth received | A |
The form beloved and the deep bursting groan | J |
Bespoke affliction's forced composure o'er | S2 |
And agony victorious I have gazed | X3 |
Upon the guilty wretch when doomed to die | O2 |
Terror has vanquished him and his pale cheek | D3 |
Has proved the falsehood of his vaunting tongue | Y3 |
While to his startled fancy in the rear | Y2 |
Of Death came judgement and the world to come | Z3 |
Unfolded all its horrors There O there | W |
Thee I beheld and fled from and I've heard | A4 |
How on the sultry suffocating breath | Z |
Of livid pestilence thou floating wide | L2 |
Hast done thy master's bidding Vain were then | M |
The ties of nature from the parent's grasp | B4 |
The child has forced its once sustaining hand | L |
And horror struck has from contagion fled | C4 |
While the fond parent from his dying child | K |
Vainly his aid imploring terror winged | D4 |
Has urged his selfish flight And there thou wert | E4 |
But when the earthquake's varied horrors come | Z3 |
All all thy ministers are waiting round | F4 |
Fear Madness Pestilence Pain Famine Death | Z |
And all the AGONIES COMBINED are there | W |
Amelia Opie
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