Historical Epilogue To The Brothers. A Tragedy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEEFFGGCCHHIIJJ KKLMNNOOPPQQRSTTGGUU| An Epilogue through custom is your right | A |
| But ne'er perhaps was needful till this night | A |
| To night the virtuous falls the guilty flies | B |
| Guilt's dreadful close our narrow scene denies | B |
| In history's authentic record read | C |
| What ample vengeance gluts Demetrius' shade | D |
| Vengeance so great that when his tale is told | E |
| With pity some e'en Perseus may behold | E |
| Perseus surviv'd indeed and fill'd the throne | F |
| But ceaseless cares in conquest made him groan | F |
| Nor reign'd he long from Rome swift thunder flew | G |
| And headlong from his throne the tyrant threw | G |
| Thrown headlong down by Rome in triumph led | C |
| For this night's deed his perjur'd bosom bled | C |
| His brother's ghost each moment made him start | H |
| And all his father's anguish rent his heart | H |
| When rob'd in black his children round him hung | I |
| And their rais'd arms in early sorrow wrung | I |
| The younger smil'd unconscious of their woe | J |
| At which thy tears O Rome began to flow | J |
| So sad the scene What then must Perseus feel | K |
| To see Jove's race attend the victor's wheel | K |
| To see the slaves of his worst foes increase | L |
| From such a source An emperor's embrace | M |
| He sicken'd soon to death and what is worse | N |
| He well deserv'd and felt the coward's curse | N |
| Unpitied scorn'd insulted his last hour | O |
| Far far from home and in a vassal's power | O |
| His pale cheek rested on his shameful chain | P |
| No friend to mourn no flatterer to feign | P |
| No suit retards no comfort soothes his doom | Q |
| And not one tear bedews a monarch's tomb | Q |
| Nor ends it thus dire vengeance to complete | R |
| His ancient empire falling shares his fate | S |
| His throne forgot his weeping country chain'd | T |
| And nations ask where Alexander reign'd | T |
| As public woes a prince's crime pursue | G |
| So public blessings are his virtue's due | G |
| Shout Britons shout auspicious fortune bless | U |
| And cry Long live Our title to success | U |
Edward Young
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Historical Epilogue To The Brothers. A Tragedy is a poem by Edward Young. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.