The Death Of Shelley Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDBEAEAEA FFGGHEGEHEE IJKJLMLMLMNNOPOQPRNN P ONONONAOAO GDGSTDDNNSTGUGUVV GNGGNWGXWXYAYAAY| Fit winding sheet for thee | A |
| Was the upheaving eternal sea | A |
| Fit dirge the tempest s slave alarming roll | B |
| For yokeless as the waves alway | C |
| Thy thoughts went sounding forth as they | D |
| Were marshalling to the trumpet of the universal soul | B |
| Yet tell me spirit bright | E |
| Did nature sorrow not for thee | A |
| That day veiled not the sun his light | E |
| When rolling over Italy | A |
| Paled not the stricken moon that night | E |
| When gazing down upon the doomful sea | A |
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| Yet tell me for from under them | F |
| Was never reft away before a richer purer gem | F |
| Than was thy being wherein love did dwell | G |
| With joy and natural piety as well | G |
| Inraying it with a deep life | H |
| So sweetly deep so wildly bright | E |
| Such as no words may tell | G |
| And never in their day and night | E |
| Did ruin with the beautiful at strife | H |
| Compass before so horrible a spite | E |
| Never trod down at once so much of musical delight | E |
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| Whom the gods love die young | I |
| Flowers wither where rank weeds still thrive apace | J |
| Nor is the battle always to the strong | K |
| Nor to the swift for ever sure the race | J |
| Yet if the odours of the flowers remain | L |
| Are they not even to regret | M |
| A sweet consolatory gain | L |
| Nor vainly forth was the lost battle set | M |
| Nor the race urged in vain | L |
| Whence flow inspiriting examples yet | M |
| Yet poetry and passion s darling son | N |
| Though thou didst walk the world as one | N |
| Proscribed by stars inimical to mankind | O |
| While mitred persecution dread | P |
| And deadly raged in mortal hate behind | O |
| With ignorance her dull slave abhorred | Q |
| And these in mercy as they said | P |
| With many a madly mystic word | R |
| And vengeful hot God wounding glance upthrown | N |
| Implored the heavens to thunder down | N |
| Their Christian wrath on thy devoted head | P |
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| And yet O good and kind | O |
| This was for thee the meet memorial crown | N |
| By the great Spirit of all good designed | O |
| That men to nobler motions born | N |
| And more to a large charity inclined | O |
| Should well reverse their bigot fathers scorn | N |
| And yearning o er thy story | A |
| Shall learn therefrom how gnomelike are spirits freedom blind | O |
| And live glorying in the glory | A |
| Of thy love illumined mind | O |
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| All then was well yea very well | G |
| Though brief too brief here on the earth thy stay | D |
| Thy name is with us for a strengthening spell | G |
| To all who banding against wrong s bad brood | S |
| Would do the unwilling world some good | T |
| Nor idly pass away | D |
| A vapour nothing more a cloudlet grey | D |
| By every wind transformed and driven | N |
| A dull and wasting stain in the blue dome of heaven | N |
| And though the heart and brain be food | S |
| For hungry death where erst the sisterhood | T |
| Of thy bright dreams a seraph choir did dwell | G |
| What light around us these remaining fling | U |
| For lovelier splendours never fell | G |
| In star showers from Urania s wing | U |
| And freedom in her golden age | V |
| Shall constellate her spheres with glories from thy page | V |
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| But hark Yet from her ghostly cell | G |
| Built on the dubious brink of the Unknown | N |
| Cowled Superstition s sullen bell | G |
| Tolls thee to her deepest hell | G |
| Blind Fury She alone | N |
| Can darkly dare to think | W |
| A soul like thine though in its earthly shell | G |
| Bedimmed by error | X |
| Should at her bidding sink | W |
| Lossward down in penal terror | X |
| Enough Wherever love may soar | Y |
| Beyond that mound which mortals blench to see | A |
| That last low mound on time s change beaten shore | Y |
| There is thy spirit now fire wing d and free | A |
| And there a shining dweller shall it be | A |
| For evermore | Y |
Charles Harpur
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