The Widow Of Crescentius : Part I. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The Widow Of Crescentius : Part I. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'Midst Tivoli's luxuriant glades	A
Bright foaming falls and olive shades	A
Where dwelt in days departed long	B
The sons of battle and of song	B
No tree no shrub its foliage rears	C
But o'er the wrecks of other years	C
Temples and domes which long have been	D
The soil of that enchanted scene	E
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There the wild fig tree and the vine	F
O'er Hadrian's mouldering villa twine	F
The cypress in funeral grace	G
Usurps the vanished column's place	G
O'er fallen shrine and ruined frieze	H
The wall flower rustles in the breeze	H
Acanthus leaves the marble hide	I
They once adorned in sculptured pride	I
And nature hath resumed her throne	J
O'er the vast works of ages flown	J
	-
Was it for this that many a pile	K
Pride of Hissus and of Nile	K
To Anio's banks the image lent	L
Of each imperial monument	M
Now Athens weeps her shattered fanes	H
Thy temples Egypt strew thy plains	H
And the proud fabrics Hadrian reared	N
From Tibur's vale have disappeared	N
We need no prescient sibyl there	O
The doom of grandeur to declare	O
Each stone where weeds and ivy climb	P
Reveals some oracle of Time	P
Each relic utters Fate's decree	Q
The future as the past shall be	Q
	-
Halls of the dead in Tibur's vale	R
Who now shall tell your lofty tale	R
Who trace the high patrician's dome	S
The bard's retreat the hero's home	S
When moss clad wrecks alone record	T
There dwelt the world's departed lord	T
In scenes where verdure's rich array	U
Still sheds young beauty o'er decay	U
And sunshine on each glowing hill	V
'Midst ruins finds a dwelling still	V
	-
Sunk is thy palace but thy tomb	W
Hadrian hath shared a prouder doom	W
Though vanished with the days of old	X
Its pillars of Corinthian mould	X
And the fair forms by sculpture wrought	Y
Each bodying some immortal thought	Y
Which o'er that temple of the dead	Z
Serene but solemn beauty shed	Z
Have found like glory's self a grave	A2
In Time's abyss or Tiber's wave	A2
Yet dreams more lofty and more fair	O
Than art's bold hand hath imaged e'er	B2
High thoughts of many a mighty mind	C2
Expanding when all else declined	C2
In twilight years when only they	U
Recalled the radiance passed away	U
Have made that ancient pile their home	S
Fortress of freedom and of Rome	S
	-
There he who strove in evil days	H
Again to kindle glory's rays	H
Whose spirit sought a path of light	D2
For whose dim ages far too bright	D2
Crescentius long maintained the strife	E2
Which closed but with its martyr's life	E2
And left the imperial tomb a name	F2
A heritage of holier fame	F2
	-
There closed De Brescia's mission high	G2
From thence the patriot came to die	G2
And thou whose Roman soul the last	H2
Spoke with the voice of ages past	H2
Whose thoughts so long from earth had fled	Z
To mingle with the glorious dead	Z
That 'midst the world's degenerate race	H
They vainly sought a dwelling place	H
Within that house of death didst brood	I2
O'er visions to thy ruin wooed	I2
Yet worthy of a brighter lot	J2
Rienzi be thy faults forgot	J2
For thou when all around thee lay	U
Chained in the slumbers of decay	U
So sunk each heart that mortal eye	G2
Had scarce a	K2
tear	O
for liberty	Q
Alone amidst the darkness there	O
Couldst gaze on Rome yet not despair	O
	-
'Tis morn and Nature's richest dyes	H
Are floating o'er Italian skies	H
Tints of transparent lustre shine	F
Along the snow clad Appennine	F
The clouds have left Soracte's height	D2
And yellow Tiber winds in light	D2
Where tombs and fallen fanes have strewed	D2
The wide Campagna's solitude	D2
'Tis sad amidst that scene to trace	H
Those relics of a vanished race	H
Yet o'er the ravaged path of time	P
Such glory sheds that brilliant clime	P
Where Nature still though empires fall	L2
Holds her triumphant festival	M2
E'en Desolation wears a smile	K
Where skies and sunbeams laugh the while	K
And heaven's own light earth's richest bloom	P
Array the ruin and the tomb	P
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But she who from yon convent tower	B2
Breathes the pure freshness of the hour	B2
She whose rich flow of raven hair	O
Streams wildly on the morning air	O
Heeds not how fair the scene below	N2
Robed in Italia's brightest glow	N2
Though throned 'midst Latium's classic plains	H
The Eternal City's towers and fanes	H
And they the Pleiades of earth	O2
The seven proud hills of Empire's birth	O2
Lie spread beneath not now her glance	H
Roves o'er that vast sublime expanse	H
Inspired and bright with hope 'tis thrown	F
On Adrian's massy tomb alone	F
There from the storm when Freedom fled	D2
His faithful crew Crescentius led	D2
While she his anxious bride who now	F
Bends o'er the scene her youthful brow	F
Sought refuge in the hallowed fane	F
Which then conflict shelter not in vain	F
	-
But now the lofty strife is o'er	B2
And Liberty shall weep no more	P2
At length Imperial Otho's voice	H
Bids her devoted sons rejoice	H
And he who battled to restore	P2
The glories and the rights of yore	P2
Whose accents like the clarion's sound	D2
Could burst the dead repose around	D2
Again his native Rome shall see	H
The sceptred city of the free	H
And youth Stephania waits the hour	B2
When leaves her lord his fortress tower	B2
Her ardent heart with joy elate	D2
That seems beyond the reach of fate	D2
Her mien like creature from above	Q2
All vivified with hope and love	Q2
	-
Fair is her form and in her eye	G2
Lives all the soul of Italy	H
A meaning lofty and inspired	D2
As by her native day star fired	D2
Such wild and high expression fraught	D2
With glances of impassioned thought	D2
As fancy sheds in visions bright	D2
O'er priestess of the God of Light	D2
And the dark locks that lend her face	H
A youthful and luxuriant grace	H
Wave o'er her cheek whose kindling dyes	H
Seem from the fire within to rise	H
But deepened by the burning heaven	F
To her own land of sunbeams given	F
Italian art that fervid glow	N2
Would o'er ideal beauty throw	N2
And with such ardent life express	H
Her high wrought dreams of loveliness	H
Dreams which surviving Empire's fall	L2
The shade of glory still recall	L2
	-
But see the banner of the brave	A2
O'er Adrian's tomb hath ceased to wave	A2
'Tis lowered and now Stephania's eye	G2
Can well the martial train descry	N2
Who issuing from that ancient dome	P
Pour through the crowded streets of Rome	P
Now from her watch tower on the height	D2
With step as fabled wood nymph's light	D2
She flies and swift her way pursues	H
Through the lone convent's avenues	H
Dark cypress groves and fields o'erspread	D2
With records of the conquering dead	D2
And paths which track a glowing waste	D2
She traverses in breathless haste	D2
And by the tombs where dust is shrined	D2
Once tenanted by loftiest mind	D2
Still passing on hath reached the gate	D2
Of Rome the proud the desolate	D2
Thronged are the streets and still renewed	D2
Rush on the gathering multitude	D2
	-
Is it their high souled chief to greet	D2
That thus the Roman thousands meet	D2
With names that bid their thoughts ascend	D2
Crescentius thine in song to blend	D2
And of triumphal days gone by	G2
Recall the inspiring pageantry	N2
There is an air of breathless dread	D2
An eager glance a hurrying tread	D2
And now a fearful silence round	D2
And now a fitful murmuring sound	D2
'Midst the pale crowds that almost seem	P
Phantoms of some tumultuous dream	P
Quick is each step and wild each mien	F
Portentous of some awful scene	F
Bride of Crescentius as the throng	B
Bore thee with whelming force along	B
How did thine anxious heart beat high	G2
Till rose suspense to agony	N2
Too brief suspense that soon shall close	H
And leave thy heart to deeper woes	H
	-
Who 'midst yon guarded precinct stands	H
With fearless mien but fettered hands	H
The ministers of death are nigh	G2
Yet a calm grandeur lights his eye	G2
And in his glance there lives a mind	D2
Which was not formed for chains to bind	D2
But cast in such heroic mould	D2
As theirs the ascendant ones of old	D2
Crescentius freedom's daring son	F
Is this the guerdon thou hast won	F
O worthy to have lived and died	D2
In the bright days of Latium's pride	D2
Thus must the beam of glory close	H
O'er the seven hills again that rose	H
When at thy voice to burst the yoke	R2
The soul of Rome indignant woke	R2
Vain dream the sacred shields are gone	F
Sunk is the crowning city's throne	F
The illusions that around her cast	D2
Their guardian spells have long been past	D2
Thy life hath been a shor	N2