Tamerlane Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


Kind solace in a dying hourA
Such father is not now my themeB
I will not madly deem that powerA
Of Earth may shrive me of the sinC
Unearthly pride hath revelled inC
I have no time to dote or dreamB
You call it hope that fire of fireA
It is but agony of desireA
If I can hope O God I canD
Its fount is holier more divineE
I would not call thee fool old manD
But such is not a gift of thineE
Know thou the secret of a spiritF
Bowed from its wild pride into shameG
O yearning heart I did inheritF
Thy withering portion with the fameG
The searing glory which hath shoneH
Amid the Jewels of my throneH
Halo of Hell and with a painI
Not Hell shall make me fear againJ
O craving heart for the lost flowersK
And sunshine of my summer hoursK
The undying voice of that dead timeL
With its interminable chimeL
Rings in the spirit of a spellM
Upon thy emptiness a knellM
I have not always been as nowN
The fevered diadem on my browN
I claimed and won usurpinglyM
Hath not the same fierce heirdom givenO
Rome to the Caesar this to meP
The heritage of a kingly mindQ
And a proud spirit which hath strivenO
Triumphantly with human kindQ
On mountain soil I first drew lifeR
The mists of the Taglay have shedS
Nightly their dews upon my headS
And I believe the winged strifeR
And tumult of the headlong airT
Have nestled in my very hairT
So late from Heaven that dew it fellM
'Mid dreams of an unholy nightU
Upon me with the touch of HellM
While the red flashing of the lightU
From clouds that hung like banners o'erA
Appeared to my half closing eyeV
The pageantry of monarchyP
And the deep trumpet thunder's roarW
Came hurriedly upon me tellingX
Of human battle where my voiceY
My own voice silly child was swellingX
O how my spirit would rejoiceY
And leap within me at the cryV
The battle cry of VictoryP
The rain came down upon my headS
Unsheltered and the heavy windQ
Rendered me mad and deaf and blindQ
It was but man I thought who shedS
Laurels upon me and the rushZ
The torrent of the chilly airT
Gurgled within my ear the crushZ
Of empires with the captive's prayerT
The hum of suitors and the toneH
Of flattery 'round a sovereign's throneH
My passions from that hapless hourA
Usurped a tyranny which menJ
Have deemed since I have reached to powerA
My innate nature be it soA2
But father there lived one who thenJ
Then in my boyhood when their fireA
Burned with a still intenser glowA2
For passion must with youth expireB2
E'en then who knew this iron heartC2
In woman's weakness had a partC2
I have no words alas to tellM
The loveliness of loving wellM
Nor would I now attempt to traceD2
The more than beauty of a faceD2
Whose lineaments upon my mindQ
Are shadows on th' unstable windQ
Thus I remember having dweltE2
Some page of early lore uponF2
With loitering eye till I have feltE2
The letters with their meaning meltE2
To fantasies with noneO
O she was worthy of all loveG2
Love as in infancy was mineE
'Twas such as angel minds aboveG2
Might envy her young heart the shrineE
On which my every hope and thoughtH2
Were incense then a goodly giftI2
For they were childish and uprightU
Pure as her young example taughtH2
Why did I leave it and adriftI2
Trust to the fire within for lightU
We grew in age and love togetherA
Roaming the forest and the wildJ2
My breast her shield in wintry weatherA
And when the friendly sunshine smiledJ2
And she would mark the opening skiesK2
I saw no Heaven but in her eyesK2
Young Love's first lesson is the heartC2
For 'mid that sunshine and those smilesL2
When from our little cares apartC2
And laughing at her girlish wilesL2
I'd throw me on her throbbing breastM2
And pour my spirit out in tearsN2
There was no need to speak the restM2
No need to quiet any fearsO2
Of her who asked no reason whyV
But turned on me her quiet eyeV
Yet more than worthy of the loveG2
My spirit struggled with and stroveP2
When on the mountain peak aloneH
Ambition lent it a new toneH
I had no being but in theeP
The world and all it did containI
In the earth the air the seaP
Its joy its little lot of painI
That was new pleasure the idealM
Dim vanities of dreams by nightU
And dimmer nothings which were realM
Shadows and a more shadowy lightU
Parted upon their misty wingsQ2
And so confusedly becameG
Thine image and a name a nameG
Two separate yet most intimate thingsQ2
I was ambitious have you knownH
The passion father You have notR2
A cottager I marked a throneH
Of half the world as all my ownH
And murmured at such lowly lotR2
But just like any other dreamB
Upon the vapor of the dewS2
My own had past did not the beamB
Of beauty which did while it thro'A
The minute the hour the day oppressT2
My mind with double lovelinessT2
We walked together on the crownU2
Of a high mountain which looked downU2
Afar from its proud natural towersT2
Of rock and forest on the hillsT2
The dwindled hills begirt with bowersT2
And shouting with a thousand rillsT2
I spoke to her of power and prideV2
But mystically in such guiseT2
That she might deem it nought besideV2
The moment's converse in her eyesT2
I read perhaps too carelesslyP
A mingled feeling with my ownH
The flush on her bright cheek to meP
Seemed to become a queenly throneH
Too well that I should let it beP
Light in the wilderness aloneH
I wrapped myself in grandeur thenJ
And donned a visionary crownU2
Yet it was not that FantasyP
Had thrown her mantle over meP
But that among the rabble menJ
Lion ambition is chained downU2
And crouches to a keeper's handW2
Not so in deserts where the grandW2
The wild the terrible conspireA
With their own breath to fan his fireA
Look 'round thee now on SamarcandW2
Is she not queen of Earth her prideW2
Above all cities in her handW2
Their destinies in all besideW2
Of glory which the world hath knownH
Stands she not nobly and aloneH
Falling her veriest stepping stoneH
Shall form the pedestal of a throneH
And who her sovereign Timour heP
Whom the astonished people sawT2
Striding o'er empires haughtilyP
A diademed outlawT2
O human love thou spirit givenO
On Earth of all we hope in HeavenO
Which fall'st into the soul like rainI
Upon the Siroc withered plainI
And failing in thy power to blessT2
But leav'st the heart a wildernessT2
Idea which bindest life aroundW2
With music of so strange a soundW2
And beauty of so wild a birthX2
Farewell for I have won the EarthX2
When Hope the eagle that towered could seeP
No cliff beyond him in the skyV
His pinions were bent droopinglyT2
And homeward turned his softened eyeV
'Twas sunset When the sun will partW2
There comes a sullenness of heartW2
To him who still would look uponF2
The glory of the summer sunO
That soul will hate the ev'ning mistW2
So often lovely and will listW2
To the sound of the coming darkness knownH
To those whose spirits hearken as oneO
Who in a dream of night would flyV
But cannot from a danger nighV
What tho' the moon tho' the white moonY2
Shed all the splendor of her noonY2
Her smile is chilly and her beamB
In that time of dreariness will seemB
So like you gather in your breathZ2
A portrait taken after deathZ2
And boyhood is a summer sunO
Whose waning is the dreariest oneO
For all we live to know is knownH
And all we seek to keep hath flownH
Let life then as the day flower fallT2
With the noon day beauty which is allT2
I reached my home my home no moreA
For all had flown who made it soT2
I passed from out its mossy doorA
And tho' my tread was soft and lowT2
A voice came from the threshold stoneH
Of one whom I had earlier knownH
O I defy thee Hell to showT2
On beds of fire that burn belowT2
An humbler heart a deeper woeT2
Father I firmly do believeA3
I know for Death who comes for meP
From regions of the blest afarA
Where there is nothing to deceiveA3
Hath left his iron gate ajarA
And rays of truth you cannot seeP
Are flashing thro' EternityP
I do believe that Eblis hathB3
A snare in every human pathB3
Else how when in the holy groveP2
I wandered of the idol LoveG2
Who daily scents his snowy wingsT2
With incense of burnt offeringsT2
From the most unpolluted thingsT2
Whose pleasant bowers are yet so rivenO
Above with trellised rays from HeavenO
No mote may shun no tiniest flyV
The light'ning of his eagle eyeV
How was it that Ambition creptW2
Unseen amid the revels thereA
Till growing bold he laughed and leaptW2
In the tangles of Love's very hairA

Edgar Allan Poe


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