Night-scene In Genoa Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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In Genoa when the sunset gaveA
Its last warm purple to the waveA
No sound of war no voice of fearB
Was heard announcing danger nearB
Though deadliest foes were there whose hateC
But slumber'd till its hour of fateC
Yet calmly at the twilight's closeD
Sunk the wide city to reposeE
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But when deep midnight reign'd aroundF
All sudden woke the alarm bell's soundF
Full swelling while the hollow breezeG
Bore its dread summons o'er the seasG
Then Genoa from their slumber startedH
Thy sons the free the fearless heartedH
Then mingled with th' awakening pealI
Voices and steps and clash of steelI
Arm warriors arm for danger callsJ
Arise to guard your native wallsJ
With breathless haste the gathering throngK
Hurry the echoing streets alongK
Through darkness rushing to the sceneL
Where their bold counsels still conveneL
But there a blaze of torches brightM
Pours its red radiance on the nightM
O'er fane and dome and column playingN
With every fitful night wind swayingN
Now floating o'er each tall arcadeO
Around the pillar'd scene display'dO
In light relieved by depth of shadeO
And now with ruddy meteor glareP
Full streaming on the silvery hairP
And the bright cross of him who standsQ
Rearing that sign with suppliant handsQ
Girt with his consecrated trainR
The hallow'd servants of the faneR
Of life's past woes the fading traceS
Hath given that aged patriarch's faceS
Expression holy deep resign'dT
The calm sublimity of mindT
Years o'er his snowy head have pass'dU
And left him of his race the lastU
Alone on earth yet still his mienL
Is bright with majesty sereneL
And those high hopes whose guiding starV
Shines from th' eternal worlds afarV
Have with that light illumed his eyeW
Whose fount is immortalityX
And o'er his features pour'd a rayY
Of glory not to pass awayY
He seems a being who hath knownZ
Communion with his God aloneZ
On earth by nought but pity's tieW
Detain'd a moment from on highW
One to sublimer worlds alliedA2
One from all passion purifiedA2
E'en now half mingled with the skyW
And all prepared oh not to dieW
But like the prophet to aspireB2
In heaven's triumphal car of fireC2
He speaks and from the throngs aroundF
Is heard not e'en a whisper's soundF
Awe struck each heart and fix'd each glanceD2
They stand as in a spell bound tranceD2
He speaks oh Who can hear nor ownZ
The might of each prevailing toneZ
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'Chieftains and warriors ye so longK
Aroused to strife by mutual wrongK
Whose fierce and far transmitted hateC
Hath made your country desolateE2
Now by the love ye bear her nameF2
By that pure spark of holy flameF2
On freedom's altar brightly burningN
But once extinguish'd ne'er returningN
By all your hopes of bliss to comeG2
When burst the bondage of the tombH2
By Him the God who bade us liveI2
To aid each other and forgiveJ2
I call upon ye to resignK2
Your discords at your country's shrineK2
Each ancient feud in peace atoneZ
Wield your keen swords for her aloneZ
And swear upon the cross to castU
Oblivion's mantle o'er the past '-
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No voice replies the holy bandsQ
Advance to where you chieftain standsQ
With folded arms and brow of gloomH2
O'er shadow'd by his floating plumeH2
To him they lift the cross in vainR
He turns oh say not with disdainR
But with a mien of haughty griefL2
That seeks not e'en from heaven reliefL2
He rends his robes he sternly speaksM2
Yet tears are on the warrior's cheeksM2
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'Father not thus the wounds may closeD
Inflicted by eternal foesE
Deem'st thou thy mandate can effaceS
The dread volcano's burning traceS
Or bid the earthquake's ravaged sceneL
Be smiling as it once hath beenN2
No for the deeds the sword hath doneO2
Forgiveness is not lightly wonO2
The words by hatred spoke may notP2
Be as a summer breeze forgotP2
'Tis vain we deem the war feud's rageQ2
A portion of our heritageR2
Leaders now slumbering with their fameF2
Bequeath's us that undying flameF2
Hearts that have long been still and coldS2
Yet rule us from their silent mouldS2
And voices heard on earth no moreT2
Speak to our spirits as of yoreT2
Talk not of mercy blood aloneZ
The stain of bloodshed may atoneZ
Nought else can pay that mighty debtU2
The dead forbid us to forget '-
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He pauses from the partiarch's browV2
There beams more lofty grandeur nowV2
His reverend form his aged handW2
Assume a gesture of commandW2
His voice is awful and his eyeW
Fill's with prophetic majestyX
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'The dead and deem'st thou they retainR
Aught of terrestrial passion's stainR
Of guilt incurr'd in days gone byW
Aught but the fearful penaltyX
And say'st thou mortal blood aloneZ
For deeds of slaughter may atoneZ
There hath been blood by Him 'twas shedX2
To expiate every crime who bledX2
Th' absolving God who died to saveA
And rose in victory from the graveA
And by that stainless offering givenO2
Alike for all on earth to heavenO2
By that inevitable hourC2
When death shall vanquish pride and powerC2
And each departing passion's forceY2
Concentrate all in late remorseY2
And by the day when doom shall beX
Pass'd on earth's millions and on theeX
The doom that shall not be repeal'dZ2
Once utter'd and for ever seal'dZ2
I summon thee O child of clayY
To cast thy darker thoughts awayY
And meet thy foes in peace and loveA3
As thou would'st join the blest above '-
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Still as he speaks unwonted feelingN
Is o'er the chieftain's bosom stealingN
Oh not in vain the pleading criesB3
Of anxious thousands round him riseB3
He yields devotion's mingled senseC3
Of faith and fear and penitenceC3
Pervading all his soul he bowsC3
To offer on the cross his vowsC3
And that best incense to the skiesC3
Each evil passion's sacrificeC3
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Then tears from warriors' eyes were flowingN
High hearts with soft emotions glowingN
Stern foes as long loved brothers greetingN
And ardent throngs in transport meetingN
And eager footsteps forward pressingN
And accents loud in joyous blessingN
And when their first wild tumults ceaseC3
A thousand voices echo 'Peace '-
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Twilight's dim mist hath roll'd awayY
And the rich Orient burns with dayY
Then as to greet the sunbeam's birthD3
Rises the choral hymn of earthD3
Th' exulting strain through Genoa swellingN
Of peace and holy rapture tellingN
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Far float the sounds o'er vale and steepE3
The seaman hears them on the deepE3
So mellow'd by the gale they seemF3
As the wild music of a dreamF3
But not on mortal ear aloneZ
Peals the triumphant anthem's toneZ
For beings of a purer sphereB
Bend with celestial joy to hearG3

Felicia Dorothea Hemans



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