On The Proposal To Erect A Monument In England To Lord Byron Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDEFC GHGHIIJBBK LMLMCCNOOK PQRSTTBUUB CTVTWWXYYX OZOZA2A2B2C2C2D2 A2LA2LE2E2ZOOZ XA| The grass of fifty Aprils hath waved green | A |
| Above the spent heart the Olympian head | B |
| The hands crost idly the shut eyes unseen | A |
| Unseeing the locked lips whose song hath fled | B |
| Yet mystic lived like some rich tropic flower | C |
| His fame puts forth fresh blossoms hour by hour | C |
| Wide spread the laden branches dropping dew | D |
| On the low laureled brow misunderstood | E |
| That bent not neither bowed until subdued | F |
| By the last foe who crowned while he o'erthrew | C |
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| Fair was the Easter Sabbath morn when first | G |
| Men heard he had not wakened to its light | H |
| The end had come and time had done its worst | G |
| For the black cloud had fallen of endless night | H |
| Then in the town as Greek accosted Greek | I |
| 'T was not the wonted festal words to speak | I |
| Christ is arisen but Our chief is gone | J |
| With such wan aspect and grief smitten head | B |
| As when the awful cry of Pan is dead | B |
| Filled echoing hill and valley with its moan | K |
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| I am more fit for death than the world deems | L |
| So spake he as life's light was growing dim | M |
| And turned to sleep as unto soothing dreams | L |
| What terrors could its darkness hold for him | M |
| Familiar with all anguish but with fear | C |
| Still unacquainted On his martial bier | C |
| They laid a sword a helmet and a crown | N |
| Meed of the warrior but not these among | O |
| His voiceless lyre whose silent chords unstrung | O |
| Shall wait how long for touches like his own | K |
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| An alien country mourned him as her son | P |
| And hailed him hero his sole fitting tomb | Q |
| Were Theseus' temple or the Parthenon | R |
| Fondly she deemed His brethren bare him home | S |
| Their exiled glory past the guarded gate | T |
| Where England's Abbey shelters England's great | T |
| Afar he rests whose very name hath shed | B |
| New lustre on her with the song he sings | U |
| So Shakespeare rests who scorned to lie with kings | U |
| Sleeping at peace midst the unhonored dead | B |
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| And fifty years suffice to overgrow | C |
| With gentle memories the foul weeds of hate | T |
| That shamed his grave The world begins to know | V |
| Her loss and view with other eyes his fate | T |
| Even as the cunning workman brings to pass | W |
| The sculptor's thought from out the unwieldy mass | W |
| Of shapeless marble so Time lops away | X |
| The stony crust of falsehood that concealed | Y |
| His just proportions and at last revealed | Y |
| The statue issues to the light of day | X |
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| Most beautiful most human Let them fling | O |
| The first stone who are tempted even as he | Z |
| And have not swerved When did that rare soul sing | O |
| The victim's shame the tyrant's eulogy | Z |
| The great belittle or exalt the small | A2 |
| Or grudge his gift his blood to disenthrall | A2 |
| The slaves of tyranny or ignorance | B2 |
| Stung by fierce tongues himself whose rightful fame | C2 |
| Hath he reviled Upon what noble name | C2 |
| Did the winged arrows of the barbed wit glance | D2 |
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| The years' thick clinging curtains backward pull | A2 |
| And show him as he is crowned with bright beams | L |
| Beauteous and yet not all as beautiful | A2 |
| As he hath been or might be Sorrow seems | L |
| Half of his immortality He needs | E2 |
| No monument whose name and song and deeds | E2 |
| Are graven in all foreign hearts but she | Z |
| His mother England slow and last to wake | O |
| Needs raise the votive shaft for her fame's sake | O |
| Hers is the shame if such forgotten be | Z |
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| May | X |
| Cain Act I Scene | A |
Emma Lazarus
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