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Ruins Of Rome, By Bellay Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Ye heavenly spirits whose ashy cinders lie	B
Under deep ruins with huge walls opprest	C
But not your praise the which shall never die	C
Through your fair verses ne in ashes rest	C
If so be shrilling voice of wight alive	D
May reach from hence to depth of darkest hell	E
Then let those deep Abysses open rive	D
That ye may understand my shreiking yell	E
Thrice having seen under the heavens' vail	F
Your tomb's devoted compass over all	G
Thrice unto you with loud voice I appeal	H
And for your antique fury here do call	G
The whiles that I with sacred horror sing	I
Your glory fairest of all earthly thing	I
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Great Babylon her haughty walls will praise	J
And sharp d steeples high shot up in air	K
Greece will the old Ephesian buildings blaze	J
And Nylus' nurslings their Pyramids fair	K
The same yet vaunting Greece will tell the story	L
Of Jove's great image in Olympus placed	C
Mausolus' work will be the Carian's glory	L
And Crete will boast the Labybrinth now 'rased	C
The antique Rhodian will likewise set forth	M
The great Colosse erect to Memory	L
And what else in the world is of like worth	N
Some greater learn d wit will magnify	D
But I will sing above all monuments	O
Seven Roman Hills the world's seven wonderments	O
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Thou stranger which for Rome in Rome here seekest	C
And nought of Rome in Rome perceiv'st at all	G
These same old walls old arches which thou seest	C
Old Palaces is that which Rome men call	G
Behold what wreak what ruin and what waste	C
And how that she which with her mighty power	P
Tam'd all the world hath tam'd herself at last	C
The prey of time which all things doth devour	P
Rome now of Rome is th' only funeral	Q
And only Rome of Rome hath victory	L
Ne ought save Tyber hastening to his fall	G
Remains of all O world's inconstancy	L
That which is firm doth flit and fall away	R
And that is flitting doth abide and stay	R
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She whose high top above the stars did soar	S
One foot on Thetis th' other on the Morning	I
One hand on Scythia th' other on the Moor	T
Both heaven and earth in roundness compassing	I
Jove fearing lest if she should greater grow	U
The old Giants should once again uprise	O
Her whelm'd with hills these seven hills which be now	V
Tombs of her greatness which did threat the skies	O
Upon her head he heaped Mount Saturnal	G
Upon her belly th' antique Palatine	W
Upon her stomach laid Mount Quirinal	G
On her left hand the noisome Esquiline	W
And C lian on the right but both her feet	C
Mount Viminall and Aventine do meet	C
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Who lists to see what ever nature art	C
And heaven could do O Rome thee let him see	L
In case thy greatness he can guess in heart	C
By that which but the picture is of thee	L
Rome is no more but if the shade of Rome	X
May of the body yield a seeming sight	C
It's like a corse drawn forth out of the tomb	Y
By Magick skill out of eternal night	C
The corpse of Rome in ashes is entombed	C
And her great sprite rejoin d to the sprite	C
Of this great mass is in the same enwombed	C
But her brave writings which her famous merit	C
In spite of time out of the dust doth rear	Z
Do make her idol through the world appear	Z
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Such as the Berecynthian Goddess bright	C
In her swift chariot with high turrets crowned	C
Proud that so many Gods she brought to light	C
Such was this City in her good days found	C
This city more than the great Phrygian mother	P
Renowned for fruit of famous progeny	L
Whose greatness by the greatness of none other	P
But by herself her equal match could see	L
Rome only might to Rome compar d be	L
And only Rome could make great Rome to tremble	G
So did the Gods by heavenly doom decree	L
That other deathly power should not resemble	G
Her that did match the whole earth's puissaunce	L
And did her courage to the heavens advance	L
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Ye sacred ruins and ye tragic sights	L
Which only do the name of Rome retain	W
Old monuments which of so famous sprites	L
The honour yet in ashes do maintain	W
Triumphant arcs spires neighbors to the sky	I
That you to see doth th' heaven itself appall	G
Alas by little ye to nothing fly	I
The people's fable and the spoil of all	G
And though your frames do for a time make war	S
'Gainst time yet time in time shall ruinate	C
Your works and names and your last relics mar	A2
My sad desires rest therefore moderate	C
For if that time make ends of things so sure	T
It also will end the pain which I endure	T
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Through arms and vassals Rome the world subdued	C
That one would ween that one sole City's strength	B2
Both land and sea in roundess had surview'd	C
To be the measure of her breadth and length	B2
This people's virtue yet so fruitful was	L
Of virtuous nephews that posterity	C
Striving in power their grandfathers to pass	L
The lowest earth join'd to the heaven high	I
To th' end that having all parts in their power	P
Nought from the Roman Empire might be 'quite	C
And that though time doth Commonwealths devour	P
Yet no time should so low embase their height	C
That her head earth'd in her foundations deep	C2
Should not her name and endless honour keep	C2
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Ye cruel stars and eke ye Gods unkind	C
Heaven envious and bitter stepdame Nature	P
Be it by fortune or by course of kind	C
That ye do weld th' affairs of earthly creature	P
Why have your hands long sithence troubled	C
To frame this world that doth endure so long	I
Or why were not these Roman palaces	L
Made of some matter no less firm and strong	I
I say not as the common voice doth say	L
That all things which beneath the moon have being	I
Are temporal and subject to decay	L
But I say rather though not all agreeing	I
With some that ween the contrary in thought	C
That all this whole shall one day come to nought	C
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As that brave son of Aeson which by charms	L
Achieved the golden fleece in Colchid land	C
Out of the earth engendered men of arms	L
Of Dragons' teetch sown in the sacred sand	C
So this brave town that in her youthly days	L
An Hydra was of warriors glorious	L
Did fill with her renown d nurslings praise	L
The firey sun's both one and other house	L
But they at last there being then not living	I
An Hercules so rank seed to repress	L
Amongst themselves with cruel fury striving	I
Mow'd down themselves with slaughter merciless	L
Renewing in themselves that rage unkind	C
Which whilom did those searthborn brethren blind	C
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Mars shaming to have given so great head	C
To his off spring that mortal puissance	L
Puffed up with pride of Roman hardy head	C
Seem'd above heaven's power itself to advance	L
Cooling again his former kindled heat	C
With which he had those Roman spirits filled	C
Did blow new fire and with enflam d breath	D2
Into the Gothic cold hot rage instill'd	C
Then 'gan that Nation th' earth's new Giant brood	C
To dart abroad the thunder bolts of war	S
And beating down these walls with furious mood	C
Into her mother's bosom all did mar	A2
To th' end that none all were if Jove his sire	P
Should boast himself of the Roman Empire	P
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Like as whilome the children of the earth	N
Heaped hills on hills to scale the starry sky	I
And fight against the Gods of heavenly birth	N
Whilst Jove at them his thunderbolts let fly	I
All suddenly with lightning overthrown	W
The furious squadrons down the ground did fall	G
That th' earth under her children's weight did groan	W
And th' heavens in glory triumphed over all	G
So did that haughty front which heap d was	L
On these seven Roman hills itself uprear	P
Over the world and lift her lofty face	L
Against the heaven that 'gan her force to fear	P
But now these scorned fields bemoan her fall	G
And Gods secure fear not her force at all	G
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Nor the swift fury of the flames aspiring	I
Nor the deep wounds of victor's raging blade	C
Nor ruthless spoil of soldiers blood desiring	I
The which so oft thee Rome their	P