Tamerlane - Early Version Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
	-
I have sent for thee holy friar	B
But 'twas not with the drunken hope	C
Which is but agony of desire	B
To shun the fate with which to cope	C
Is more than crime may dare to dream	D
That I have call'd thee at this hour	B
Such father is not my theme	D
Nor am I mad to deem that power	B
Of earth may shrive me of the sin	E
Unearthly pride hath revell'd in	E
I would not call thee fool old man	F
But hope is not a gift of thine	G
If I can hope O God I can	F
It falls from an eternal shrine	G
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II	A
	-
The gay wall of this gaudy tower	B
Grows dim around me death is near	H
I had not thought until this hour	B
When passing from the earth that ear	I
Of any were it not the shade	J
Of one whom in life I made	J
All mystery but a simple name	K
Might know the secret of a spirit	L
Bow'd down in sorrow and in shame	K
Shame said'st thou	M
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Aye I did inherit	L
That hatred portion with the fame	K
The worldly glory which has shown	N
A demon light around my throne	N
Scorching my sear'd heart with a pain	O
Not Hell shall make me fear again	P
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III	A
	-
I have not always been as now	M
The fever'd diadem on my brow	M
I claim'd and won usurpingly	Q
Aye the same heritage hath giv'n	M
Rome to the C sar this to me	R
The heirdom of a kingly mind	S
And a proud spirit which hath striv'n	M
Triumphantly with human kind	S
	-
In mountain air I first drew life	T
The mists of the Taglay have shed	U
Nightly their dews on my young head	U
And my brain drank their venom then	M
When after day of perilous strife	T
With chamois I would seize his den	M
And slumber in my pride of power	B
The infant monarch of the hour	B
For with the mountain dew by night	V
My soul imbib'd unhallow'd feeling	W
And I would feel its essence stealing	W
In dreams upon me while the light	V
Flashing from cloud that hover'd o'er	B
Would seem to my half closing eye	A
The pageantry of monarchy	R
And the deep thunder's echoing roar	X
Came hurriedly upon me telling	W
Of war and tumult where my voice	Y
My own voice silly child was swelling	W
O how would my wild heart rejoice	Y
And leap within me at the cry	A
The battle cry of victory	R
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IV	T
	-
The rain came down upon my head	U
But barely shelter'd and the wind	S
Pass'd quickly o'er me but my mind	S
Was mad'ning for 'twas man that shed	U
Laurels upon me and the rush	Z
The torrent of the chilly air	A2
Gurgled in my pleas'd ear the crash	B2
Of empires with the captive's prayer	A2
The hum of suitors the mix'd tone	M
Of flatt'ry round a sov'reign's throne	M
	-
The storm had ceas'd and I awoke	C2
Its spirit cradled me to sleep	D2
And as it pass'd me by there broke	C2
Strange light upon me tho' it were	B
My soul in mystery to sleep	D2
For I was not as I had been	M
The child of Nature without care	A2
Or thought save of the passing scene	M
	-
V	T
	-
My passions from that hapless hour	B
Usurp'd a tyranny which men	M
Have deem'd since I have reach'd to power	B
My innate nature be it so	E2
But father there liv'd one who then	M
Then in my boyhood when their fire	B
Burn'd with a still intenser glow	E2
For passion must with youth expire	F2
Ev'n then who deem'd this iron heart	G2
In woman's weakness had a part	G2
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I have no words alas to tell	Q
The lovliness of loving well	Q
Nor would I dare attempt to trace	H2
The breathing beauty of a face	H2
Which ev'n to my impassion'd mind	S
Leaves not its memory behind	S
In spring of life have ye ne'er dwelt	I2
Some object of delight upon	M
With steadfast eye till ye have felt	I2
The earth reel and the vision gone	M
And I have held to mem'ry's eye	A
One object and but one until	Q
Its very form hath pass'd me by	A
But left its influence with me still	Q
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VI	A
	-
'Tis not to thee that I should name	K
Thou can'st not would'st not dare to think	J2
The magic empire of a flame	K
Which ev'n upon this perilous brink	J2
Hath fix'd my soul tho' unforgiv'n	M
By what it lost for passion Heav'n	M
I lov'd and O how tenderly	T
Yes she worthy of all love	T
Such as in infancy was mine	M
Tho' then its passion could not be	T
'Twas such as angel minds above	T
Might envy her young heart the shrine	M
On which my ev'ry hope and thought	K2
Were incense then a goodly gift	L2
For they were childish without sin	M
Pure as her young examples taught	K2
Why did I leave it and adrift	L2
Trust to the fickle star within	M
	-
VII	T
	-
We grew in age and love together	B
Roaming the forest and the wild	M2
My breast her shield in wintry weather	B
And when the friendly sunshine smil'd	M2
And she would mark the op'ning skies	N2
I saw no Heav'n but in her eyes	N2
Ev'n childhood knows the human heart	G2
For when in sunshine and in smiles	O2
From all our little cares apart	G2
Laughing at her half silly wiles	O2
I'd throw me on her throbbing breast	P2
And pour my spirit out in tears	Q2
She'd look up in my wilder'd eye	A
There was no need to speak the rest	P2
No need to quiet her kind fears	R2
She did not ask the reason why	A
	-
The hallow'd mem'ry of those years	R2
Comes o'er me in these lonely hours	S2
And with sweet lovliness appears	R2
As perfume of strange summer flow'rs	R2
Of flow'rs which we have known before	X
In infancy which seen recall	Q
To mind not flow'rs alone but more	X
Our earthly life and love and all	Q
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VIII	T
	-
Yes she was worthy of all love	T
Ev'n such as from th' accursed time	T2
My spirit with the tempest strove	T
When on the mountain peak alone	M
Ambition lent it a new tone	M
And bade it first to dream of crime	T2
My phrenzy to her bosom taught	K2
We still were young no purer thought	K2
Dwell in a seraph's breast than thine	M
For passionate love is still divine	M
I lov'd her as an angel might	V
With ray of the all living light	V
Which blazes upon Edis' shrine	M
It is not surely sin to name	K
With such as mine that mystic flame	K
I had no being but in thee	T
The world with all its train of bright	V
And happy beauty for to me	T
All was an undefin'd delight	V
The world its joy its share of pain	M
Which I felt not its bodied forms	R2
Of varied being which contain	M
The bodiless spirits of the storms	R2
The sunshine and the calm the ideal	Q
And fleeting vanities of dreams	R2
Fearfully beautiful the real	Q
Nothings of mid day waking life	T
Of an enchanted life which seems	R2
Now as I look back the strife	T
Of some ill demon with a power	B
Which left me in an evil hour	B
All that I felt or saw or thought	K2
Crowding confused became	K
With thine unearthly beauty fraught	K2
Thou and the nothing of a name	K
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IX	R2
	-
The passionate spirit which hath known	M
And deeply felt the silent tone	M
Of its own self supremacy	R2
I speak thus openly to thee	R2
'Twere folly now to veil a thought	K2
With which this aching breast is fraught	K2
The soul which feels its innate right	V
The mystic empire and high power	B
Giv'n by the energetic might	V
Of Genius at its natal hour	B
Which knows believe me at this time	T2
When falsehood were a ten fold crime	T2
There is a power in the high spirit	L
To know the fate it will inherit	L
The soul which knows such power will still	Q
Find Pride the ruler of its will	Q
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Yes I was proud and ye who know	M
The magic of that meaning word	U2
So oft perverted will bestow	M
Your scorn perhaps when ye have heard	U2
That the proud spirit had been broken	M
The proud heart burst in agony	R2
At one upbraiding word or token	M
Of her that heart's idolatry	R2
I was ambitious have ye known	M
Its fiery passion ye have not	V2
A cottager I mark'd a throne	M
Of half the world as all my own	M
And murmur'd at such lowly lot	V2
But it had pass'd me as a dream	D
Which of light step flies with the dew	W2
That kindling thought did not the beam	D
Of Beauty which did guide it through	W2
The livelong summer day oppress	R2
My mind with double loveliness	R2
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X	R2
	-
We walk'd together on the crown	M
Of a high mountain which look'd down	M
Afar from its proud natural towers	R2
Of rock and forest on the hills	R2
The dwindled hills whence amid bowers	R2
Her own fair hand had rear'd around	X2
Gush'd shoutingly a thousand rills	R2
Which as it were in fairy bound	X2
Embrac'd two hamlets those our own	M
Peacefully happy yet alone	M
	-
I spoke to her of power and pride	Y2
But mystically in such guise	R2
That she might deem it naught beside	Y2
The moment's converse in her eyes	R2
I read perhaps too carelessly	R2
A mingled feeling with my own	M
The flush on her bright cheek to me	R2
Seem'd to become a queenly throne	M
Too well that I should let it be	R2
A light in the dark wild alone	M
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XI	R2
	-
There in that hour a thought came o'er	B
My mind it had not known before	X
To leave her while we both were young	Z2
To follow my high fate among	Z2
The strife of nations and redeem	D
The idle words which as a dream	D
Now sounded to her heedless ear	I
I held no doubt I knew no fear	H
Of peril in my wild career	H
To gain an empire and throw down	M
As nuptial dowry a queen's crown	M
The only feeling which possest	Y2
With her own image my fond breast	Y2
Who that had known the secret thought	Y2
Of a young peasant's bosom then	M
Had deem'd him in compassion aught	Y2
But one whom phantasy had led	Y2
Astray from reason Among men	M
Ambition is chain'd down nor fed	Y2
As in the desert where the grand	Y2
The wild the beautiful conspire	B
With their own breath to fan its fire	B
With thoughts such feeling can command	Y2
Uncheck'd by sarcasm and scorn	M
Of those who hardly will conceive	T
That any should become great born	M
In their own sphere will not believe	T
That they shall stoop in life to one	M
Whom daily they are wont to see	R2
Familiarly whom Fortune's sun	M
Hath ne'er shone dazzlingly upon	M
Lowly and of their own degree	R2
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XII	R2
	-
I pictur'd to my fancy's eye	A
Her silent deep astonishment	Y2
When a few fleeting years gone by	A
For short the time my high hope lent	Y2
To its most desperate intent	Y2
She might recall in him whom Fame	K
Had gilded with a conquerer's name	K
With glory such as might inspire	F2
Perforce a passing thought of one	M
Whom she had deem'd in his own fire	B
Wither'd and blasted who had gone	M
A traitor violate of the truth	A3
So plighted in his early youth	A3
Her own Alexis who should plight	Y2
The love he plighted then again	M
And raise his infancy's delight	Y2
The bride and queen of Tamerlane	M
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XIII	R2
	-
One noon of a bright summer's day	Y2
I pass'd from out the matted bow'r	B3
Where in a deep still slumber lay	Y2
My Ada In that peaceful hour	B
A silent gaze was my farewell	Q
I had no other solace then	M
T'awake her and a falsehood tell	Q
Of a feign'd journey were again	M
To trust the weakness of my heart	Y2
To her soft thrilling voice To part	Y2
Thus haply while in sleep she dream'd	Y2
Of long delight nor yet had deem'd	Y2
Awake that I had held a thought	Y2
Of parting were with madness fraught	Y2
I knew not woman's heart alas	R2
Tho' lov'd and loving let it pass	R2
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XIV	T
	-
I went from out the matted bow'r	B3
And hurried madly on my way	Y2
And felt with ev'ry flying hour	B
That bore me from my home more gay	Y2
There is of earth an agony	M
Which ideal still may be	M
The worst ill of mortality	M
'Tis bliss in its own reality	M
Too real to his breast who lives	R2
Not within himself but gives	R2
A portion of his willing soul	Q
To God and to the great whole	Q
To him whose loving spirit will dwell	Q
With Nature in her wild paths tell	Q
Of her wond'rous ways and telling bless	R2
Her overpow'ring loveliness	R2
A more than agony to him	C3
Whose failing sight will grow dim	C3
With its own living gaze upon	M
That loveliness around the sun	M
The blue sky the misty light	Y2
Of the pale cloud therein whose hue	W2
Is grace to its heav'nly bed of blue	W2
Dim tho' looking on all bright	Y2
O God when the thoughts that may not pass	R2
Will burst upon him and alas	R2
For the flight on Earth to Fancy giv'n	M
There are no words unless of Heav'n	M
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XV	T
	-
Look 'round thee now on Samarcand	Y2
Is she not queen of earth her pride	Y2
Above all cities in her hand	Y2
Their destinies with all beside	Y2
Of glory which the world hath known	M
Stands she not proudly and alone	M
And who her sov'reign Timur he	M
Whom th' astonish'd earth hath seen	M
With victory on victory	M
Redoubling age and more I ween	M
The Zinghis' yet re echoing fame	K
And now what has he what a name	K
The sound of revelry by night	Y2
Comes o'er me with the mingled voice	R2
Of many with a breast as light	Y2
As if 'twere not the dying hour	B
Of one in whom they did rejoice	R2
As in a leader haply Power	B
Its venom secretly imparts	R2
Nothing have I with human hearts	R2
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XVI	T
	-
When Fortune mark'd me for her own	M
And my proud hopes had reach'd a throne	M
It boots me not good friar to tell	Q
A tale the world but knows too well	Q
How by what hidden deeds of might	Y2
I clamber'd to the tottering height	Y2
I still was young and well I ween	M
My spirit what it e'er had been	M
My eyes were still on pomp and power	B
My wilder'd heart was far away	Y2
In vallies of the wild Taglay	Q
In mine own Ada's matted bow'r	B3
I dwelt not long in Samarcand	Y2
Ere in a peasant's lowly guise	R2
I sought my long abandon'd land	Y2
By sunset did its mountains rise	R2
In dusky grandeur to my eyes	R2
But as I wander'd on the way	Y2
My heart sunk with the sun's ray	Y2
To him who still would gaze upon	M
The glory of the summer sun	M
There comes when that sun will from him part	Y2
A sullen hopelessness of heart	Y2
That soul will hate the ev'ning mist	Y2
So often lovely and will lisp	D3
To the sound of the coming darkness known	M
To those whose spirits hark'n as one	M
Who in a dream of night would fly	Q
But cannot from a danger nigh	Q
What though the moon the silvery moon	M
Shine on his path in her high noon	M
Her smile is chilly and her beam	D
In that time of dreariness will seem	D
As the portrait of one after death	E3
A likeness taken when the breath	E3
Of young life and the fire o' the eye	Q
Had lately been but had pass'd by	Q
'Tis thus when the lovely summer sun	M
Of our boyhood his course hath run	M
For all we live to know is known	M
And all we seek to keep hath flown	M
With the noon day beauty which is all	Q
Let life then as the day flow'r fall	Q
The trancient passionate day flow'r	B3
Withering at the ev'ning hour	B
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XVII	Q
	-
I reach'd my home my home no more	X
For all was flown that made it so	R2
I pass'd from out its mossy door	X
In vacant idleness of woe	R2
There met me on its threshold stone	M
A mountain hunter I had known	M
In childhood but he knew me not	Y2
Something he spoke of the old cot	Y2
It had seen better days he said	Y2
There rose a fountain once and there	A2
Full many a fair flow'r rais'd its head	Y2
But she who rear'd them was long dead	Y2
And in such follies had no part	Y2
What was there left me now despair	A2
A kingdom for a broken heart	Y2

Edgar Allan Poe

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