A Descriptive Ode Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDEFFEGGHIJHKKLMM LNOPQQP OORSSROOTKKTTTUVVWXX OTTOYYZA2B2ZKKC2OOC2 D2D2O KKOE2E2TF2F2TOOOXVO

Supposed to have been written under the Ruins ofA
Rufus's Castle among the remains of the ancientB
Church on the Isle of PortlandC
CHAOTIC pile of barren stoneD
That Nature's hurrying hand has thrownD
Half finish'd from the troubled wavesE
On whose rude brow the rifted towerF
Has frown'd through many a stormy hourF
On this drear site of tempest beaten gravesE
Sure Desolation loves to shroudG
His giant form within the cloudG
That hovers round thy rugged headH
And as through broken vaults beneathI
The future storms low muttering breatheJ
Hears the complaining voices of the deadH
Here marks the fiend with eager eyesK
Far out at sea the fogs ariseK
That dimly shade the beacon'd strandL
And listens the portentous roarM
Of sullen waves as on the shoreM
Monotonous they burst and tell the storm at handL
Northward the demon's eyes are castN
O'er yonder bare and sterile wasteO
Where born to hew and heave the blockP
Man lost in ignorance and toilQ
Becomes associate to the soilQ
And his heart hardens like his native rockP
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On the bleak hills with flint o'erspreadO
No blossoms rear the purple headO
No shrub perfumes the zephyrs' breathR
But o'er the cold and cheerless downS
Grim desolation seems to frownS
Blasting the ungrateful soil with partial deathR
Here the scathed trees with leaves half dress'dO
Shade no soft songster's secret nestO
Whose spring notes soothe the pensive earT
But high the croaking cormorant fliesK
And mews and hawks with clamorous criesK
Tire the lone echoes of these caverns drearT
Perchance among the ruins greyT
Some widow'd mourner loves to strayT
Marking the melancholy mainU
Where once afar she could discernV
O'er the white waves his sail returnV
Who never never now returns againW
On these lone tombs by storms up tornX
The hopeless wretch may lingering mournX
Till from the ocean rising redO
The misty moon with lurid rayT
Lights her reluctant on her wayT
To steep in tears her solitary bedO
Hence the dire spirit oft surveysY
The ship that to the western baysY
With favouring gales pursues its courseZ
Then calls the vapour dark that blindsA2
The pilot calls the felon windsB2
That heave the billows with resistless forceZ
Commixing with the blotted skiesK
High and more high the wild waves riseK
Till as impetuous torrents urgeC2
Driven on yon fatal bank accursedO
The vessel's massy timbers burstO
And the crew sinks beneath the infuriate surgeC2
There find the weak an early graveD2
While youthful strength the whelming waveD2
Repels and labouring for the landO
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With shorten'd breath and upturn'd eyesK
Sees the rough shore above him riseK
Nor dreams that rapine meets him on the strandO
And are there then in human formE2
Monsters more savage than the stormE2
Who from the gasping sufferer tearT
The dripping weed who dare to reapF2
The inhuman harvest of the deepF2
From half drown'd victims whom the tempests spareT
Ah yes by avarice once possess'dO
No pity moves the rustic breastO
Callous he proves as those who haply waitO
Till I a pilgrim weary wornX
To my own native land returnV
With legal toils to drag me to my fateO

Charlotte Smith



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