Stanzas To The Memory Of George Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCDEFEFGG HAHAIJIJKK LMLMNONOPP QAQAORORJJ STUTVAWAXX YZYZAA2AA2TT AXAXB2C2B2D2E2E2 F2G2F2G2SH2SG2I2I2 DJ2K2J2LH2LG2QQ JK2JK2DZDRL2L2 M2N2M2O2AP2AP2C2C2 E2Q2E2Q2R2VR2VAA I2AI2AAH2A AA XS2XS2T2U2T2U2V2V2 W2X2W2X2Y2OY2OAA I2Q2I2Q2Z2A3Z2A3YY B3AB3AKV2KV2Y2Y2 G2'Among many nations was there no King like him ' Nehemiah xiii | A |
'Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man fallen this day in Israel ' Samuel iii | B |
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ANOTHER warning sound the funeral bell | C |
Startling the cities of the isle once more | D |
With measured tones of melanchoIy swell | C |
Strikes on the awakened heart from shore to shore | D |
He at whose coming monarchs sink to dust | E |
The chambers of our palaces hath trod | F |
And the long suffering spirit of the just | E |
Pure from its ruins hath return'd to God | F |
Yet may not England o'er her Father weep | G |
Thoughts to her bosom crowd too many and too deep | G |
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Vain voice of Reason hush they yet must flow | H |
The unrestrained involuntary tears | A |
A thousand feelings sanctify the woe | H |
Roused by the glorious shades of vanished years | A |
Tell us no more 'tis not the time for grief | I |
Now that the exile of the soul is past | J |
And Death blest messenger of Heaven's relief | I |
Hath borne the wanderer to his rest at last | J |
For him eternity hath tenfold day | K |
We feel we know 'tis thus yet nature will have way | K |
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What though amidst us like a blasted oak | L |
Saddening the scene where once it nobly reign'd | M |
A dread memorial of the lightning stroke | L |
Stamp'd with its fiery record he remain'd | M |
Around that shatter'd tree still fondly clung | N |
The undying tendrils of our love which drew | O |
Fresh nature from its deep decay and sprung | N |
Luxuriant thence to Glory's ruin true | O |
While England hung her trophies on the stem | P |
That desolately stood unconscious e'en of THEM | P |
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Of them unconscious Oh mysterious doom | Q |
Who shall unfold the counsels of the skies | A |
His was the voice which roused as from the tomb | Q |
The realm's high soul to loftiest energies | A |
His was the spirit o'er the isles which threw | O |
The mantle of its fortitude and wrought | R |
In every bosom powerful to renew | O |
Each dying spark of pure and generous thought | R |
The star of tempests beaming on the mast | J |
The seaman's torch of Hope 'midst perils deepening fast | J |
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Then from the unslumbering influence of his worth | S |
Strength as of inspiration fill'd the land | T |
A young but quenchless flame went brightly forth | U |
Kindled by him who saw it not expand | T |
Such was the will of heaven the gifted seer | V |
Who with his God had communed face to face | A |
And from the house of bondage and of fear | W |
In faith victorious led the chosen race | A |
He through the desert and the waste their guide | X |
Saw dimly from afar the promised land and died | X |
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O full of days and virtues on thy head | Y |
Centred the woes of many a bitter lot | Z |
Fathers have sorrow'd o'er their beauteous dead | Y |
Eyes quench'd in night the sunbeam have forgot | Z |
Minds have striven buoyantly with evil years | A |
And sunk beneath their gathering weight at length | A2 |
But Pain for thee had fill'd a cup of tears | A |
Where every anguish mingled all its strength | A2 |
By thy lost child we saw thee weeping stand | T |
And shadows deep around fell from the Eternal's hand | T |
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Then came the noon of glory which thy dreams | A |
Perchance of yore had faintly prophesied | X |
But what to thee the splendour of its beams | A |
The ice rock glows not 'midst the summer's pride | X |
Nations leap'd up to joy as streams that burst | B2 |
At the warm touch of spring their frozen chain | C2 |
And o'er the plains whose verdure once they nursed | B2 |
Roll in exulting melody again | D2 |
And bright o'er earth the long majestic line | E2 |
Of England's triumphs swept to rouse all hearts but thine | E2 |
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Oh what a dazzling vision by the veil | F2 |
That o'er thy spirit hung was shut from thee | G2 |
When sceptred chieftains throng'd with palms to hail | F2 |
The crowning isle the anointed of the sea | G2 |
Within thy palaces the lords of earth | S |
Met to rejoice rich pageants glitter'd by | H2 |
And stately revels imaged in their mirth | S |
The old magnificence of chivalry | G2 |
They reach'd not thee amidst them yet alone | I2 |
Stillness and gloom begirt one dim and shadowy throne | I2 |
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Yet there was mercy still if joy no more | D |
Within that blasted circle might intrude | J2 |
Earth had no grief whose footstep might pass o'er | K2 |
The silent limits of its solitude | J2 |
If all unheard the bridal song awoke | L |
Our hearts' full echoes as it swell'd on high | H2 |
Alike unheard the sudden dirge that broke | L |
On the glad strain with dread solemnity | G2 |
If the land's rose unheeded wore its bloom | Q |
Alike unfelt the storm that swept it to the tomb | Q |
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And she who tried through all the stormy past | J |
Severely deeply proved in many an hour | K2 |
Watch'd o'er thee firm and faithful to the last | J |
Sustain'd inspired by strong affection's power | K2 |
If to thy soul her voice no music bore | D |
If thy closed eye and wandering spirit caught | Z |
No light from looks that fondly would explore | D |
Thy mien for traces of responsive thought | R |
Oh thou wert spared the pang that would have thrill'd | L2 |
Thine inmost heart when death that anxious bosom still'd | L2 |
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Thy loved ones fell around thee Manhood's prime | M2 |
Youth with its glory in its fullness age | N2 |
All at the gates of their eternal clime | M2 |
Lay down and closed their mortal pilgrimage | O2 |
The land wore ashes for its perish'd flowers | A |
The grave's imperial harvest Thou meanwhile | P2 |
Didst walk unconscious through thy royal towers | A |
The one that wept not in the tearful isle | P2 |
As a tired warrlor on his battle plain | C2 |
Breathes deep in dreams amidst the mourners and the slain | C2 |
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And who can tell what visions might be thine | E2 |
The stream of thought though broken still was pure | Q2 |
Still o'er that wave the stars of heaven might shine | E2 |
Where earthly image would no more endure | Q2 |
Though many a step of once familiar sound | R2 |
Came as a stranger's o'er thy closing ear | V |
And voices breathed forgotten tones around | R2 |
Which that paternal heart once thrill'd to hear | V |
The mind hath senses of its own and powers | A |
To people boundless worlds in its most wandering hours | A |
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Nor might the phantoms to thy spirit known | I2 |
Be dark or wild creations of remorse | A |
Unstain'd by thee the blameless past had thrown | I2 |
No fearful shadows o'er the future's course | A |
For thee no cloud from memory's dread abyss | A |
Might shape such forms as haunt the tyrant's eye | H2 |
And closing up each avenue of bliss | A |
Murmur their summons to 'despair and die ' | - |
No e'en though joy depart though reason cease | A |
Still virtue's ruin'd home is redolent of peace | A |
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They might be with thee still the loved the tried | X |
The fair the lost they might be with thee still | S2 |
More softly seen in radiance purified | X |
From each dim vapour of terrestrial ill | S2 |
Long after earth received them and the note | T2 |
Of the last requiem o'er their dust was pour'd | U2 |
As passing sunbeams o'er thy soul might float | T2 |
Those forms from us withdrawn to thee restored | U2 |
Spirits of holiness in light reveal'd | V2 |
To commune with a mind whose source of tears was seal'd | V2 |
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Came they with tidings from the worlds above | W2 |
Those viewless regions where the weary rest | X2 |
Sever'd from earth estranged from mortal love | W2 |
Was thy mysterious converse with the blest | X2 |
Or shone their visionary presence bright | Y2 |
With human beauty did their smiles renew | O |
Those days of sacred and serene delight | Y2 |
When fairest beings in thy pathway grew | O |
Oh Heaven hath balm for every wound it makes | A |
Healing the broken heart it smites but ne'er forsakes | A |
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These may be fantasies and this alone | I2 |
Of all we picture in our dreams is sure | Q2 |
That rest made perfect is at length thine own | I2 |
Rest in thy God immortally secure | Q2 |
Enough for tranquil faith released from all | Z2 |
The woes that graved Heaven's lessons on thy brow | A3 |
No cloud to dim no fetter to enthral | Z2 |
Haply thine eye is on thy people now | A3 |
Whose love around thee still its offerings shed | Y |
Though vainly sweet as flowers grief's tribute to the dead | Y |
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But if the ascending disembodied mind | B3 |
Borne on the wings of morning to the skies | A |
May cast one glance of tenderness behind | B3 |
On scenes once hallow'd by its mortal ties | A |
How much hast thou to gaze on all that lay | K |
By the dark mantle of thy soul conceal'd | V2 |
The might the majesty the proud array | K |
Of England's march o'er many a noble field | V2 |
All spread beneath thee in a blaze of light | Y2 |
Shine like some glorious land view'd from an Alpine height | Y2 |
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Away presumptuous thought d | G2 |
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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