The Coronation Of Inez De Castro Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDE AFGFHIHI GJKJBLBL MNKNOPOP QRSTUVUV WXVXYGYG VTKZVZVVVV GA2VA2DMKM VB2VCGYGC2D2Y E2F2GF2VG2VG2 VRH2RI2J2I2J2 KK2L2M2N2VN2 E2VThere was music on the midnight | A |
From a royal fane it roll'd | B |
And a mighty bell each pause between | C |
Sternly and slowly toll'd | B |
Strange was their mingling in the sky | D |
It hush'd the listener's breath | E |
For the music spoke of triumph high | D |
The lonely bell of death | E |
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There was hurrying through the midnight | A |
A sound of many feet | F |
But they fell with a muffled fearfulness | G |
Along the shadowy street | F |
And softer fainter grew their tread | H |
As it near'd the Minster gate | I |
Whence broad and solemn light was shed | H |
From a scene of royal state | I |
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Full glow'd the strong red radiance | G |
In the centre of the nave | J |
Where the folds of a purple canopy | K |
Sweep down in many a wave | J |
Loading the marble pavement old | B |
With a weight of gorgeous gloom | L |
For something lay 'midst their fretted gold | B |
Like a shadow of the tomb | L |
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And within that rich pavilion | M |
High on a glittering throne | N |
A woman's form sat silently | K |
Midst the glare of light alone | N |
Her Jewell'd robes fell strangely still | O |
The drapery on her breast | P |
Seem'd with no pulse beneath to thrill | O |
So stone like was its rest | P |
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But a peal of lordly music | Q |
Shook e'en the dust below | R |
When the burning gold of the diadem | S |
Was set on her pallid brow | T |
Then died away that haughty sound | U |
And from th' encircling band | V |
Stept Prince and Chief 'midst the hush profound | U |
With homage to her hand | V |
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Why pass'd a faint cold shuddering | W |
Over each martial frame | X |
As one by one to touch that hand | V |
Noble and leader came | X |
Was not the settled aspect fair | Y |
Did not a queenly grace | G |
Under the parted ebon hair | Y |
Sit on the pale still face | G |
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Death Death canst | V |
thou | T |
be lovely | K |
Unto the eye of Life | Z |
Is not each pulse of the quick high breast | V |
With thy cold mien at strife | Z |
It was a strange and fearful sight | V |
The crown upon that head | V |
The glorious robes and the blaze of light | V |
All gather'd round the Dead | V |
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And beside her stood in silence | G |
One with a brow as pale | A2 |
And white lips rigidly compress'd | V |
Lest the strong heart should fail | A2 |
King Pedro with a jealous eye | D |
Watching the homage done | M |
By the land's flower and chivalry | K |
To her his martyr'd one | M |
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But on the face he look'd not | V |
Which once his star had been | B2 |
To every form his glance was turn'd | V |
Save of the breathless queen | C |
Though something won from the grare's embrace | G |
Of her beauty still was there | Y |
Its hues were all of that shadowy place | G |
'Twas not for | C2 |
him | D2 |
to bear | Y |
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Alas the crown the sceptre | E2 |
The treasures of the earth | F2 |
And the priceless love that pour'd those gifts | G |
Alike of wasted worth | F2 |
The rites are closed bear back the Dead | V |
Unto the chamber deep | G2 |
Lay down again the royal head | V |
Dust with the dust to sleep | G2 |
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There is music on the midnight | V |
A requiem sad and slow | R |
As the mourners through the sounding aisle | H2 |
In dark procession go | R |
And the ring of state and the starry crown | I2 |
And all the rich array | J2 |
Are borne to the house of silence down | I2 |
With her that queen of clay | J2 |
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And tearlessly and firmly | K |
King Pedro led the train | K2 |
But his face was wrapt in his folding robe | L2 |
When they lower'd the dust again | M2 |
'Tis hush'd at last the tomb above | N2 |
Hymns die and steps depart | V |
Who call'd thee strong as Death O Love | N2 |
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Mightier | E2 |
thou wert and art | V |
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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