Tamerlane - Early Version Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDBDBEEFGFG A BHBIJJKLKM LKNNOP A MMQMRSMS TUUMTMBBVWWVBARXWYWY AR T USSUZA2B2A2MM C2D2C2BD2MA2M T BMBE2MBE2F2G2G2 QQH2H2SSI2MI2MAQAQ A KJ2KJ2MMTTMTTMK2L2MK 2L2M T BM2BM2N2N2G2O2G2O2P2 Q2AP2R2A R2S2R2R2XQXQ T TT2TMMT2K2K2MMVVMKKT VTVMR2MR2QR2QTR2TBBK 2KK2K R2 MMR2R2K2K2VBVBT2T2LL QQ MU2MU2MR2MR2MV2MMV2D W2DW2R2R2 R2 MMR2R2R2X2R2X2MM Y2R2Y2R2R2MR2MR2M R2 BXZ2Z2DDIHHMMY2Y2Y2M Y2Y2MY2Y2BBY2MTMTMR2 MMR2 R2 AY2AY2Y2KKF2MBMA3A3Y 2MY2M R2 Y2B3Y2BQMQMY2Y2Y2Y2Y 2Y2R2R2 T B3Y2BY2MMMMR2R2QQQQR 2R2C3C3MMY2W2W2Y2R2R 2MM T Y2Y2Y2Y2MMMMMMKKY2R2 Y2BR2BR2R2 T MMQQY2Y2MMBY2QB3Y2R2 Y2R2R2Y2Y2MMY2Y2Y2D3 MMQQMMDDE3E3QQMMMMQQ B3B Q XR2XR2MMY2Y2Y2A2Y2Y2 Y2A2Y2| I | A |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| V | T |
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| 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 |
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| '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 |
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| VII | T |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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