The Undying One - Canto Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDAEFFGGHHII JKEE LLMMNONOPQPQRRHHFFLL EESS FAFATUTUEEEEVWVWEXEY ZA2ZA2 B2B2MXC2BHHD2D2E2E2F 2F2G2G2CCH2H2 I2I2EEJJJ2J2QQD2D2K2 K2XB2UUHHL L2L2F2F2 M2N2EELAEEO2O2P2P2Q2 Q2EE MR2MR2S2F2S2F2 D2D2T2T2U2U2AAV2MV2M N2MM2MF2F2W2MW2M AA LL U2U2BB MMQQ| 'YEARS pass'd away in grief and I | A |
| For her dear sake whose heart could feel no more | B |
| The sweetness and the witchery of love | C |
| Which round my spirit such deep charm had wove | D |
| And the dim twilight and the noonday sky | A |
| The fountain's music the rich brilliancy | E |
| Of Nature in her summer all became | F |
| To me a joyless world an empty name | F |
| And the heart's beating and the flush'd fond thought | G |
| Of human sympathy no longer brought | G |
| The glow of joy to this o'er wearied breast | H |
| Where hope like some tired pilgrim sank to rest | H |
| The forms of beauty which my pathway cross'd | I |
| Seem'd but dim visions of my loved and lost | I |
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| Floating before me to arouse in vain | J |
| Deep yearnings for what might not come again | K |
| Tears without aim or end and lonely sighs | E |
| To which earth's echoes only gave replies | E |
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| And I departed once again to be | L |
| Roaming the desert earth and trackless sea | L |
| Amongst men but not with them still alone | M |
| Mid crowds unnamed unnoticed and unknown | M |
| I wander'd on and the loud shout went forth | N |
| Of Liberty from all the peopled world | O |
| Like a dark watch word breathing south and north | N |
| Where'er the green turf grew or billow curl'd | O |
| And when I heard it something human stirr'd | P |
| Within my miserable breast and lo | Q |
| With the wild struggling of a captive bird | P |
| My strong soul burst its heavy chain of woe | Q |
| I rose and battled with the great and brave | R |
| Dared the dark fight upon the stormy wave | R |
| From the swarth climes where sunshine loves to rest | H |
| To the green islands of the chilly west | H |
| Where'er a voice was raised in Freedom's name | F |
| There sure and swift my eager footstep came | F |
| And bright dreams fired my soul How sweet will be | L |
| To me the hour of burning victory | L |
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| When the oppressor ceaseth to oppress | E |
| And this sad name the tortured nations bless | E |
| When tyranny beneath my sword shall bend | S |
| And the freed earth shall turn and own me for her friend | S |
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| Where Rome's proud eagle which is now a name | F |
| Spread forth its wings of glory to the sky | A |
| And young warm hearts that dreamt of deathless fame | F |
| Woke from that dream to gaze around and die | A |
| Where the pale crescent gleam'd athwart the cloud | T |
| Of men array'd to perish in their pride | U |
| And the harsh note of war rang wild and loud | T |
| To urge the course of that impetuous tide | U |
| Where Spain's dark banner o'er the castle walls | E |
| Heavily floats upon the mournful breeze | E |
| And firmly sad the measured footstep falls | E |
| Of him who dreams of home in scenes like these | E |
| Where steep'd in bitter tears and guiltless blood | V |
| The lily flag of France droops sadly down | W |
| Where England's lion o'er the heaving flood | V |
| Boastfully flutters in its proud renown | W |
| Ev'n where her sister island dimly rears | E |
| Though all the freshness from its hue be gone | X |
| Her verdant standard from a land of tears | E |
| While there are winds in heaven to waft it on | Y |
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| 'Neath these and many more than these my arm | Z |
| Hath wielded desperately the avenging steel | A2 |
| And half exulting in the awful charm | Z |
| Which hung upon my life forgot to feel | A2 |
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| 'I fought and conquer'd and when all was done | B2 |
| How fared misfortune's persecuted son | B2 |
| The dim days pass'd away and left me lone | M |
| The tyrant and the slave alike were gone | X |
| The indignant eyes that flash'd their wrath afar | C2 |
| The swords that glitter'd through the cloudy war | B |
| The swelling courage of the manly breast | H |
| The iron hand whose strength the weak oppress'd | H |
| The shouting voices in the deadly fray | D2 |
| The jest and song that made ev'n camps seem gay | D2 |
| The sounds the forms the feelings which had made | E2 |
| Those scenes in which my feet so long had stray'd | E2 |
| Where and what are they now a bitter dream | F2 |
| Lit by a meteor like delusive gleam | F2 |
| Freedom thou art indeed a dream a bright | G2 |
| And beautiful a vision of pure light | G2 |
| Pour'd on our earth clad spirits from above | C |
| Where all are equals and where all is love | C |
| But yet no less a dream Where is the land | H2 |
| Which for the ploughshare hath exchanged the brand | H2 |
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| And been at peace for ever Is there not | I2 |
| A war with all things in our changeful lot | I2 |
| A war with Heaven a war with our own souls | E |
| Where stormily the sea of passion rolls | E |
| Wrecking each better feeling which doth strain | J |
| For liberty and wrings our hearts to pain | J |
| The war of fallen spirits with their sin | J2 |
| The terrible war which rageth deep within | J2 |
| Lo there the cause of all the strife below | Q |
| Which makes God's world a wilderness of woe | Q |
| Ye dream and dream and dream from day to day | D2 |
| And bleed and fight and struggle and decay | D2 |
| And with high sounding mockeries beguile | K2 |
| Natures that sink and sicken all the while | K2 |
| Whither are the old kings and conquerors gone | X |
| Where are the empires lost the empires won | B2 |
| Look from the classic lands whose fallen pride | U |
| Is fain to summon strangers to their side | U |
| Where with weak wail they call themselves oppress'd | H |
| Who if unchain'd would still be slaves at best | H |
| To far across the dim and lonely sea | L |
| Where the thrice conquer'd styles herself 'the free ' | - |
| How many generations now are past | L2 |
| Since the first war cry rose and when will be the last | L2 |
| Yet is there freedom in a distant clime | F2 |
| Where freedom dwelleth to the end of time | F2 |
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| And peace and joy and ignorance of fear | M2 |
| And happiness but oh not here not here | N2 |
| Not in this world of darkness and of graves | E |
| Where the strong govern and the weak are slaves | E |
| Thou whose full heart would dream of liberty | L |
| Go out beneath the solitary sky | A |
| In its blue depth of midnight stand and gaze | E |
| While the stars pour on thee their gentle rays | E |
| And image if thou canst unto thy soul | O2 |
| A little part of the most wondrous whole | O2 |
| Of all that lies beyond there no dark strife | P2 |
| Destroys the creatures of the God of Life | P2 |
| There no ambition to be made more great | Q2 |
| Turns the pure love of brothers into hate | Q2 |
| Each hath his place assign'd him like the stars | E |
| Up in the silent sky where nothing wars | E |
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| ''Twas on a battle plain here in thine own | M |
| Sweet land of sunshine that I paused to mark | R2 |
| The heaps of slaughter'd heroes now o'erthrown | M |
| Whose helpless corpses lay all stripp'd and stark | R2 |
| 'Twas in the time when Moorish blood first mix'd | S2 |
| With haughty Spain's and on her spotless name | F2 |
| The dint and brand of slavery affix'd | S2 |
| And blood was spilt to reap eternal shame | F2 |
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| The useless struggle ended on that day | D2 |
| And round about Grenada's walls there lay | D2 |
| Many and many a brave young bosom gored | T2 |
| By the rude spear or deeply thrusting sword | T2 |
| And silence was upon that fatal field | U2 |
| Save when to nature's anguish forced to yield | U2 |
| Some fallen soldier heaved a broken sigh | A |
| For his far home and turn'd him round to die | A |
| Or when the wailing voice of woman told | V2 |
| That her long weary search was not in vain | M |
| And she had found the bosom stiff and cold | V2 |
| Where her soft clustering curls had often lain | M |
| 'Twas one of these that burst upon my ear | N2 |
| While watching on that field the wind harp's tone | M |
| Was not more mournful nor more sweetly clear | M2 |
| Than was the sound of that sad woman's moan | M |
| Through the dim moonlight I beheld a form | F2 |
| Her dark brow clouded with grief's passionate storm | F2 |
| And on her breast an infant calmly slept | W2 |
| Which she would pause to gaze on and again | M |
| With bitterness renew'd she loudly wept | W2 |
| And call'd on its dead father but in vain | M |
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| 'My early and my only love why silent dost thou lie | A |
| When heavy grief is in my heart and tear drops in mine eye | A |
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| I call thee but thou answerest not all lonely though I be | L |
| Wilt thou not burst the bonds of sleep and rise to comfort me | L |
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| ' Oh wake thee wake thee from thy rest upon the tented field | U2 |
| This faithful breast shall be at once thy pillow and thy shield | U2 |
| If thou hast doubted of its truth and constancy before | B |
| Oh wake thee now and it will strive to love thee even more | B |
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| 'If ever we have parted and I wept thee not as now | M |
| If ever I have seen thee come and worn a cloudy brow | M |
| If ever harsh and careless words have caused thee pain and woe | Q |
| Then sleep in silence sleep and I will bo | Q |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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