The Mourner For The Barmecides Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEBBF BGBHIJKL MNBOPLLBQR STUVWXYEBZA2B2BC2BD2 E2F2UL BG2OBH2I2E J2J2BB BBBB LLUU K2K2BB J2J2EE BBL2L2 B2B2M2 N2BBTBL| Fall'n was the House of Giafar and its name | A |
| The high romantic name of Barmecide | B |
| A sound forbidden on its own bright shores | C |
| By the swift Tygris' wave Stern Haroun's wrath | D |
| Sweeping the mighty with their fame away | E |
| Had so pass'd sentence but man's chainless heart | B |
| Hides that within its depths which never yet | B |
| Th' oppressor's thought could reach | F |
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| 'Twas desolate | B |
| Where Giafar's halls beneath the burning sun | G |
| Spread out in ruin lay The songs had ceas'd | B |
| The lights the perfumes and the genii tales | H |
| Had ceas'd the guests were gone Yet still one voice | I |
| Was there the fountain's thro' those eastern courts | J |
| Over the broken marble and the grass | K |
| Its low clear music shedding mournfully | L |
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| And still another voice an aged man | M |
| Yet with a dark and fervent eye beneath | N |
| His silvery hair came day by day and sate | B |
| On a white column's fragment and drew forth | O |
| From the forsaken walls and dim arcades | P |
| A tone that shook them with its answering thrill | L |
| To his deep accents Many a glorious tale | L |
| He told that sad yet stately solitude | B |
| Pouring his memory's fulness o'er its gloom | Q |
| Like waters in the waste and calling up | R |
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| By song or high recital of their deeds | S |
| Bright solemn shadows of its vanish'd race | T |
| To people their own halls with these alone | U |
| In all this rich and breathing world his thoughts | V |
| Held still unbroken converse He had been | W |
| Rear'd in this lordly dwelling and was now | X |
| The ivy of its ruins unto which | Y |
| His fading life seem'd bound Day roll'd on day | E |
| And from that scene the loneliness was fled | B |
| For crowds around the grey hair'd chronicler | Z |
| Met as men meet within whose anxious hearts | A2 |
| Fear with deep feeling strives till as a breeze | B2 |
| Wanders thro' forest branches and is met | B |
| By one quick sound and shiver of the leaves | C2 |
| The spirit of his passionate lament | B |
| As thro' their stricken souls it pass'd awoke | D2 |
| One echoing murmur But this might not be | E2 |
| Under a despot's rule and summon'd thence | F2 |
| The dreamer stood before the Caliph's throne | U |
| Sentenced to death he stood and deeply pale | L |
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| And with his white lips rigidly compress'd | B |
| Till in submissive tones he ask'd to speak | G2 |
| Once more ere thrust from earth's fair sunshine forth | O |
| Was it to sue for grace His burning heart | B |
| Sprang with a sudden lightning to his eye | H2 |
| And he was changed and thus in rapid words | I2 |
| Th' o'ermastering thoughts more strong than death found way | E |
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| 'And shall I not rejoice to go when the noble and the brave | J2 |
| With the glory on their brows are gone before me to the grave | J2 |
| What is there left to look on now what brightness in the land | B |
| I hold in scorn the faded world that wants their princely band | B |
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| 'My chiefs my chiefs the old man comes that in your halls was nurs'd | B |
| That follow'd you to many a fight where flash'd your sabres first | B |
| That bore your children in his arms your name upon his heart | B |
| Oh must the music of that name with him from earth depart | B |
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| 'It shall not be a thousand tongues tho' human voice were still | L |
| With that high sound the living air triumphantly shall fill | L |
| The wind's free flight shall bear it on as wandering seeds are sown | U |
| And the starry midnight whisper it with a deep and thrilling tone | U |
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| 'For it is not as a flower whose scent with the dropping leaves expires | K2 |
| And it is not as a household lamp that a breath should quench its fires | K2 |
| It is written on our battle fields with the writing of the sword | B |
| It hath left upon our desert sands a light in blessings pour'd | B |
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| 'The founts the many gushing founts which to the wild ye gave | J2 |
| Of you my chiefs shall sing aloud as they pour a joyous wave | J2 |
| And the groves with whose deep lovely gloom ye hung the pilgrim's way | E |
| Shall send from all their sighing leaves your praises on the day | E |
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| 'The very walls your bounty rear'd for the stranger's homeless head | B |
| Shall find a murmur to record your tale my glorious dead | B |
| Tho' the grass be where ye feasted once where lute and cittern rung | L2 |
| And the serpent in your palaces lie coil'd amidst its young | L2 |
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| 'It is enough mine eye no more of joy or splendour sees | B2 |
| I leave your name in lofty faith to the skies and to the breeze | B2 |
| I go since earth her flower hath lost to join the bright and fair | M2 |
| And call the grave a kingly house for ye my chiefs are there ' | - |
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| But while the old man sang a mist of tears | N2 |
| O'er Haroun's eyes had gathered and a thought | B |
| Oh many a sudden and remorseful thought | B |
| Of his youth's once lov'd friends the martyr'd race | T |
| O'erflow'd his softening heart 'Live live ' he cried | B |
| 'Thou faithful unto death live on and still | L |
| Speak of thy lords they were a princely band ' | - |
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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