The Funeral Day Of Sir Walter Scott Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A GLORIOUS voice hath ceasedA
Mournfully reverently the funeral chantB
Breathe reverently There is a dreamy soundC
A hollow murmur of the dying yearD
In the deep woods Let it be wild and sadE
A more Aeolian melancholy toneF
Than ever wail'd o'er bright things perishingG
For that is passing from the darken'd landH
Which the green summer will not bring us backI
Though all her songs return The funeral chantB
Breathe reverently They bear the mighty forthJ
The kingly ruler in the realms of mindK
They bear him through the household paths the grovesL
Where every tree had music of its ownF
To his quick ear of knowledge taught by loveM
And he is silent Past the living streamN
They bear him now the stream whose kindly voiceO
On alien shores his true heart burn'd to hearP
And he is silent O'er the heathery hillsQ
Which his own soul had mantled with a lightR
Richer than autumn's purple now they moveS
And he is silent he whose flexile lipsT
Were but unseal'd and lo a thousand formsU
From every pastoral glen and fern clad heightR
In glowing life upsprang Vassal and chiefV
Rider and steed with shout and bugle pealW
Fast rushing through the brightly troubled airX
Like the wild huntsman's band And still they liveY
To those fair scenes imperishably boundC
And from the mountain mist still flashing byZ
Startle the wanderer who hath listen'd thereX
To the seer's voice phantoms of colour'd thoughtA2
Surviving him who raised O eloquenceB2
O power whose breathings thus could wake the deadC2
Who shall wake thee lord of the buried pastD2
And art thou there to those dim nations join'dE2
Thy subject host so long The wand is dropp'dF2
The bright lamp broken which the gifted handH
Touch'd and the genii came Sing reverentlyG2
The funeral chant The mighty is borne homeH2
And who shall be his mourners Youth and ageI2
For each hath felt his magic love and griefV
For he hath communed with the heart of eachJ2
Yes the free spirit of humanityG2
May join the august procession for to himK2
Its mysteries have been tributary thingsL2
And all its accents known from field or waveM2
Never was conqueror on his battle bierP
By the vail'd banner and the muffled drumN2
And the proud drooping of the crested headC2
More nobly follow'd home The last abodeO2
The voiceless dwelling of the bard is reach'dP2
A still majestic spot girt solemnlyG2
With all the imploring beauty of decayQ2
A stately couch 'midst ruins meet for himK2
With his bright fame to rest in as a kingG
Of other days laid lonely with his swordR2
Beneath his head Sing reverently the chantB
Over the honour'd grave the grave oh sayQ2
Rather the shrine An alter for the loveM
The light soft pilgrim steps the votive wreathsS2
Of years unborn a place where leaf and flowerT2
By that which dies not of the sovereign deadC2
Shall be made holy things where every weedU2
Shall have its portion of the inspiring giftV2
From buried glory breathed And now what strainW2
Making victorious melody ascendX2
High above sorrow's dirge befits the tombY2
Where he that sway'd the nations thus is laidZ2
The crown'd of menA3
A lowly lowly songB3
Lowly and solemn beG2
Thy children's cry to TheeG2
Father divineC3
A hymn of suppliant breathD3
Owning that life and deathD3
Alike are ThineC3
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A spirit on its wayQ2
Sceptred the earth to swayQ2
From Thee was sentE3
Now call'st Thou back Thine ownF
Hence is that radiance flownF
To earth but lentE3
-
Watching in breathless aweF3
The bright head bow'd we sawG3
Beneath Thy handH
Fill'd by one hope one fearD
Now o'er a brother's bierP
Weeping we standH
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How hath he pass'd the lordR2
Of each deep bosom chordR2
To meet Thy sightR
Unmantled and aloneF
On Thy bless'd mercy thrownF
O InfiniteH3
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So from his harvest homeH2
Must the tired peasant comeN2
So in one trustI3
Leader and king must yieldJ3
The naked soul reveal'dJ3
To Thee All JustI3
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The sword of many of a fightR
What then shall be its mightR
The lofty layQ2
That rush'd on eagle wingG
What shall its memory bringG
What hope what stayQ2
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O Father in that hourT2
When earth all succouring powerT2
Shall disavowK3
When spear and shield and crownL3
In faintness are cast downL3
Sustain us ThouK3
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By Him who bow'd to takeM3
The death cup for our sakeM3
The thorn the rodN3
From whom the last dismayQ2
Was not to pass awayQ2
Aid us O GodN3
-
Tremblers beside the graveM2
We call on thee to saveM2
Father divineC3
Hear hear our suppliant breathD3
Keep us in life and deathD3
Thine only ThineC3

Felicia Dorothea Hemans



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