In The Jewish Synagogue At Newport Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH JKLK MKNK KOPC QRST UVKV WXKY ZVA2V KKB2KHere where the noises of the busy town | A |
The ocean's plunge and roar can enter not | B |
We stand and gaze around with tearful awe | C |
And muse upon the consecrated spot | B |
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No signs of life are here the very prayers | D |
Inscribed around are in a language dead | E |
The light of the perpetual lamp is spent | F |
That an undying radiance was to shed | E |
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What prayers were in this temple offered up | G |
Wrung from sad hearts that knew no joy on earth | H |
By these lone exiles of a thousand years | I |
From the fair sunrise land that gave them birth | H |
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How as we gaze in this new world of light | J |
Upon this relic of the days of old | K |
The present vanishes and tropic bloom | L |
And Eastern towns and temples we behold | K |
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Again we see the patriarch with his flocks | M |
The purple seas the hot blue sky o'erhead | K |
The slaves of Egypt omens mysteries | N |
Dark fleeing hosts by flaming angels led | K |
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A wondrous light upon a sky kissed mount | K |
A man who reads Jehovah's written law | O |
'Midst blinding glory and effulgence rare | P |
Unto a people prone with reverent awe | C |
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The pride of luxury's barbaric pomp | Q |
In the rich court of royal Solomon | R |
Alas we wake one scene alone remains | S |
The exiles by the streams of Babylon | T |
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Our softened voices send us back again | U |
But mournful echoes through the empty hall | V |
Our footsteps have a strange unnatural sound | K |
And with unwonted gentleness they fall | V |
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The weary ones the sad the suffering | W |
All found their comfort in the holy place | X |
And children's gladness and men's gratitude | K |
'Took voice and mingled in the chant of praise | Y |
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The funeral and the marriage now alas | Z |
We know not which is sadder to recall | V |
For youth and happiness have followed age | A2 |
And green grass lieth gently over all | V |
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Nathless the sacred shrine is holy yet | K |
With its lone floors where reverent feet once trod | K |
Take off your shoes as by the burning bush | B2 |
Before the mystery of death and God | K |
Emma Lazarus
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