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Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The Indian City Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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What deep wounds ever clos'd without a scar	A
The heart's bleed longest and but heal to wear	B
That which disfigures it	C
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Childe Harold	D
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ROYAL in splendour went down the day	E
On the plain where an Indian city lay	E
With its crown of domes o'er the forest high	-
Red as if fused in the burning sky	-
And its deep groves pierced by the rays which made	F
A bright stream's way thro' each long arcade	F
Till the pillar'd vaults of the Banian stood	G
Like torch lit aisles midst the solemn wood	G
And the plantain glitter'd with leaves of gold	H
As a tree midst the genii gardens old	H
And the cypress lifted a blazing spire	I
And the stems of the cocoas were shafts of fire	J
Many a white pagoda's gleam	K
Slept lovely round upon lake and stream	K
Broken alone by the lotus flowers	L
As they caught the glow of the sun's last hours	L
Like rosy wine in their cups and shed	M
Its glory forth on their crystal bed	M
Many a graceful Hindoo maid	F
With the water vase from the palmy shade	F
Came gliding light as the desert's roe	N
Down marble steps to the tanks below	N
And a cool sweet plashing was ever heard	O
As the molten glass of the wave was stirr'd	O
And a murmur thrilling the scented air	B
Told where the Bramin bow'd in prayer	B
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There wandered a noble Moslem boy	P
Through the scene of beauty in breathless joy	P
He gazed where the stately city rose	Q
Like a pageant of clouds in its red repose	Q
He turn'd where birds thro' the gorgeous gloom	R
Of the woods went glancing on starry plume	R
He track'd the brink of the shining lake	S
By the tall canes feather'd in tuft and brake	S
Till the path he chose in its mazes wound	T
To the very heart of the holy ground	T
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And there lay the water as if enshrin'd	U
In a rocky urn from the sun and wind	U
Bearing the hues of the grove on high	-
Far down thro' its dark still purity	V
The flood beyond to the fiery west	W
Spread out like a metal mirror's breast	W
But that lone bay in its dimness deep	X
Seem'd made for the swimmer's joyous leap	X
For the stag athirst from the noontide chase	Y
For all free things of the wild wood's race	Y
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Like a falcon's glance on the wide blue sky	-
Was the kindling flash of the boy's glad eye	-
Like a sea bird's flight to the foaming wave	Z
From the shadowy bank was the bound he gave	Z
Dashing the spray drops cold and white	A2
O'er the glossy leaves in his young delight	A2
And bowing his locks to the waters clear	B2
Alas he dreamt not that fate was near	B2
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His mother look'd from her tent the while	C2
O'er heaven and earth with a quiet smile	C2
She on her way unto Mecca's fane	D2
Had staid the march of her pilgrim train	D2
Calmly to linger a few brief hours	L
In the Bramin city's glorious bowers	L
For the pomp of the forest the wave's bright fall	E2
The red gold of sunset she lov'd them all	E2
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The moon rose clear in the splendour given	F2
To the deep blue night of an Indian heaven	F2
The boy from the high arch'd woods came back	G2
Oh what had he met in his lonely track	G2
The serpent's glance through the long reeds bright	A2
The arrowy spring of the tiger's might	A2
No yet as one by a conflict worn	H2
With his graceful hair all soil'd and torn	H2
And a gloom on the lids of his darken'd eye	-
And a gash on his bosom he came to die	-
He look'd for the face to his young heart sweet	I2
And found it and sank at his mother's feet	I2
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'Speak to me whence doth the swift blood run	F2
What hath befall'n thee my child my son '	-
The mist of death on his brow lay pale	J2
But his voice just linger'd to breathe the tale	J2
Murmuring faintly of wrongs and scorn	H2
And wounds from the children of Brahma born	H2
This was the doom for a Moslem found	T
With a foot profane on their holy ground	T
This was for sullying the pure waves free	V
Unto them alone 'twas their God's decree	V
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A change came o'er his wandering look	K2
The mother shriek'd not then nor shook	K2
Breathless she knelt in her son's young blood	L2
Rending her mantle to staunch its flood	L2
But it rush'd like a river which none may stay	E
Bearing a flower to the deep away	E
That which our love to the earth would chain	D2
Fearfully striving with Heaven in vain	D2
That which fades from us while yet we hold	H
Clasp'd to our bosoms its mortal mould	H
Was fleeting before her afar and fast	M2
One moment the soul from the face had pass'd	M2
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Are there no words for that common wo	N
Ask of the thousands its depths that know	N
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The boy had breathed in his dreaming rest	W
Like a low voiced dove on her gentle breast	W
He had stood when she sorrow'd beside her knee	V
Painfully stilling his quick heart's glee	V
He had kiss'd from her cheek the widow's tears	N2
With the loving lip of his infant years	O2
He had smiled o'er her path like a bright spring day	E
Now in his blood on the earth he lay	E
Murder'd Alas and we love so well	P2
In a world where anguish like this can dwell	P2
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She bow'd down mutely o'er her dead	M
They that stood round her watch'd in dread	M
They watch'd she knew not they were by	-
Her soul sat veil'd in its agony	V
On the silent lip she press'd no kiss	Q2
Too stern was the grasp of her pangs for this	Q2
She shed no tear as her face bent low	N
O'er the shining hair of the lifeless brow	R2
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She look'd but into the half shut eye	-
With a gaze that found there no reply	-
And shrieking mantled her head from sight	A2
And fell struck down by her sorrow's might	A2
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And what deep change what work of power	J
Was wrought on her secret soul that hour	J
How rose the lonely one She rose	Q
Like a prophetess from dark repose	Q
And proudly flung from her face the veil	J2
And shook the hair from her forehead pale	J2
And 'midst her wondering handmaids stood	G
With the sudden glance of a dauntless mood	S2
Ay lifting up to the midnight sky	-
A brow in its regal passion high	-
With a close and rigid grasp she press'd	W
The blood stain'd robe to her heaving breast	W
And said 'Not yet not yet I weep	X
Not yet my spirit shall sink or sleep	X
Not till yon city in ruins rent	T2
Be piled for its victim's monument	U2
Cover his dust bear it on before	V2
It shall visit those temple gates once more '	-
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And away in the train of the dead she turn'd	W2
The strength of her step was the heart that burn'd	W2
And the Bramin groves in the starlight smil'd	X2
As the mother pass'd with her slaughter'd child	X2
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Hark a wild sound of the desert's horn	H2
Thro' the woods round the Indian city borne	H2
A peal of the cymbal and tambour afar	A
War 'tis the gathering of Moslem war	V2
The Bramin look'd from the leaguer'd towers	L
He saw the wild archer amidst his bowers	L
And the lake that flash'd through the plantain shade	F
As the light of the lances along it play'd	F
And the canes that shook as if winds were high	-
When the fiery steed of the waste swept by	-
And the camp as it lay like a billowy sea	V
Wide round the sheltering Banian tree	V
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There stood one tent from the rest apart	Y2
That was the place of a wounded heart	Y2
Oh deep is a wounded heart and strong	Z2
A voice that cries against mighty wrong	Z2
And full of death as a hot wind's blight	A2
Doth the ire of a crush'd affection light	A2
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Maimuna from realm to realm had pass'd	M2
And her tale had rung like a trumpet's blast	M2
There had been words from her pale lips pour'd	A3
Each one a spell to unsheath the sword	A3
The Tartar had sprung from his steed to hear	B3
And the dark chief of Araby grasp'd his spear	B2
Till a chain of long lances begirt the wall	E2
And a vow was recorded that doom'd its fall	E2
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Back with the dust of her son she came	C3
When her voice had kindled that lightning flame	C3
She came in the might of a queenly foe	N
Banner and javelin and bended bow	R2
But a deeper power on her forehead sate	D3
There sought the warrior his star of fate	D3
Her eye's wild flash through the tented line	E3
Was hail'd as a spirit and a sign	E3
And the faintest tone from her lip was caught	F3
As a Sybil's breath of prophetic thought	G3
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Vain bitter glory the gift of grief	H3
That lights up vengeance to find relief	H3
Transient and faithless it cannot fill	I3
So the deep void of the heart nor still	I3
The yearning left by a broken tie	-
That haunted fever of which we die	-
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Sickening she tur	B2