The Widow Of Crescentius : Part Ii. Poem Rhyme Scheme

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

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Hast thou a scene that is not spread	A
With records of thy glory fled	A
A monument that doth not tell	B
The tale of liberty's farewell	B
Italia thou art but a grave	C
Where flowers luxuriate o'er the brave	C
And nature gives her treasures birth	D
O'er all that hath been great on earth	D
Yet smile thy heavens as once they smiled	E
When thou wert freedom's favoured child	E
Though fane and tomb alike are low	F
Time hath not dimmed thy sunbeam's glow	F
Oh yet though by thy sorrows bent	G
In nature's pomp magnificent	H
What marvel if when all was lost	I
Still on thy bright enchanted coast	J
Though many an omen warned him thence	K
Lingered the lord of eloquence	L
Still gazing on the lovely sky	M
Whose radiance wooed him but to die	M
Like him	N
who	O
would not linger there	P
Where heaven earth ocean all are fair	P
Who 'midst thy glowing scenes could dwell	B
Nor bid awhile his griefs farewell	B
Hath not thy pure and genial air	P
Balm for all sadness but despair	P
No there are pangs whose deep worn trace	Q
Not all	R
thy	M
magic can efface	Q
Hearts by unkindness wrung may learn	S
The world and all its gifts to spurn	S
Time may steal on with silent tread	A
And dry the tear that mourns the dead	A
May change fond love subdue regret	T
And teach e'en vengeance to forget	T
But thou Remorse there is no charm	U
	-
Thy	M
sting avenger to disarm	U
Vain are bright suns and laughing skies	V
To soothe thy victim's agonies	W
The heart once made thy burning throne	X
Still while it beats is thine alone	X
	-
In vain for Otho's joyless eye	M
Smile the fair scenes of Italy	Y
As through her landscapes' rich array	Z
The imperial pilgrim bends his way	Z
Thy form Crescentius on his sight	A2
Rises when nature laughs in light	A2
Glides round him at the midnight hour	B2
Is present in his festal bower	B2
With awful voice and frowning mien	C2
By all but him unheard unseen	C2
Oh thus to shadows of the grave	C
Be every tyrant still a slave	C
	-
Where through Gargano's woody dells	W
O'er bending oaks the north wind swells	W
A sainted hermit's lowly tomb	D2
Is bosomed in umbrageous gloom	D2
In shades that saw him live and die	M
Beneath their waving canopy	Y
'Twas his as legends tell to share	P
The converse of immortals there	P
Around that dweller of the wild	E
There 'bright appearances' have smiled	E
And angel wings at eve have been	E2
Gleaming the shadowy boughs between	C2
And oft from that secluded bower	B2
Hath breathed at midnight's calmer hour	B2
A swell of viewless harps a sound	F2
Of warbled anthems pealing round	F2
Oh none but voices of the sky	M
Might wake that thrilling harmony	Y
Whose tones whose very echoes made	G2
An Eden of the lonely shade	G2
Years have gone by the hermit sleeps	W
Amidst Gargano's woods and steeps	W
Ivy and flowers have half o'ergrown	Y
And veiled his low sepulchral stone	Y
Celestial footsteps haunt the hill	H2
And oft the awe struck mountaineer	I2
Aerial vesper hymns may hear	J2
Around those forest precincts float	K2
Soft solemn clear but still remote	K2
Oft will Affliction breathe her plaint	K2
To that rude shrine's departed saint	K2
And deem that spirits of the blest	K2
There shed sweet influence o'er her breast	K2
	-
And thither Otho now repairs	W
To soothe his soul with vows and prayers	W
And if for him on holy ground	K2
The lost one Peace may yet be found	K2
'Midst rocks and forests by the bed	K2
Where calmly sleep the sainted dead	K2
She dwells remote from heedless eye	M
With Nature's lonely majesty	K2
	-
Vain vain the search his troubled breast	K2
Nor vow nor penance lulls to rest	K2
The weary pilgrimage is o'er	B2
The hopes that cheered it are no more	L2
Then sinks his soul and day by day	K2
Youth's buoyant energies decay	K2
The light of health his eye hath flown	Y
The glow that tinged his cheek is gone	Y
Joyless as one on whom is laid	K2
Some baleful spell that bids him fade	K2
Extending its mysterious power	B2
O'er every scene o'er every hour	B2
E'en thus	W
he	K2
withers and to him	N
He withers in that glorious clime	N
Where Nature laughs in scorn of Time	N
And suns that shed on all below	F
Their full and vivifying glow	F
From him alone their power withhold	K2
And leaves his heart in darkness cold	K2
Earth blooms around him heaven is fair	P
	-
He	K2
only seems to perish there	P
	-
Yet sometimes will a transient smile	M2
Play o'er his faded cheek awhile	M2
When breathes his minstrel boy a strain	Y
Of power to lull all earthly pain	Y
So wildly sweet its notes might seem	N
The ethereal music of a dream	N
A spirit's voice from worlds unknown	Y
Deep thrilling power in every tone	Y
Sweet is that lay and yet its flow	F
Hath language only given to woe	F
And if at times its wakening swell	B
Some tale of glory seems to tell	B
Soon the proud notes of triumph die	M
Lost in a dirge's harmony	K2
Oh many a pang the heart hath proved	K2
Hath deeply suffered fondly loved	K2
Ere the sad strain could catch from thence	W
Such deep impassioned eloquence	W
Yes gaze on him that minstrel boy	N2
He is no child of hope and joy	N2
Though few his years yet have they been	Y
Such as leave traces on the mien	Y
And o'er the roses of our prime	N
Breathe other blights than those of time	N
	-
Yet seems his spirit wild and proud	K2
By grief unsoftened and unbowed	K2
Oh there are sorrows which impart	K2
A sternness foreign to the heart	K2
And rushing with an earthquake's power	B2
That makes a desert in an hour	B2
Rouse the dread passions in their course	W
As tempests wake the billows' force	W
'Tis sad on youthful Guido's face	W
The stamp of woes like these to trace	W
Oh where can ruins awe mankind	K2
Dark as the ruins of the mind	K2
	-
His mien is lofty but his gaze	W
Too well a wandering soul betrays	W
His full dark eye at times is bright	K2
With strange and momentary light	K2
Whose quick uncertain flashes throw	F
O'er his pale cheek a hectic glow	F
And oft his features and his air	P
A shade of troubled mystery wear	P
A glance of hurried wildness fraught	K2
With some unfathomable thought	K2
Whate'er that thought still unexpressed	K2
Dwells the sad secret in his breast	K2
The pride his haughty brow reveals	W
All other passion well conceals	W
He breathes each wounded feeling's tone	Y
In music's eloquence alone	Y
His soul's deep voice is only poured	K2
Through his full song and swelling chord	K2
He seeks no friend but shuns the train	Y
Of courtiers with a proud disdain	Y
And save when Otho bids his lay	K2
Its half unearthly power essay	K2
In hall or bower the heart to thrill	H2
His haunts are wild and lonely still	H2
Far distant from the heedless throng	O2
He roves old Tiber's banks along	O2
Where Empire's desolate remains	W
Lie scattered o'er the silent plains	W
Or lingering 'midst each ruined shrine	Y
That strews the desert Palatine	Y
With mournful yet commanding mien	Y
Like the sad genius of the scene	Y
Entranced in awful thought appears	W
To commune with departed years	W
Or at the dead of night when Rome	N
Seems of heroic shades the home	N
When Tiber's murmuring voice recalls	W
The mighty to their ancient halls	W
When hushed is every meaner sound	K2
And the deep moonlight calm around	K2
Leaves to the solemn scene alone	Y
The majesty of ages flown	Y
A pilgrim to each hero's tomb	N
He wanders through the sacred gloom	N
And 'midst those dwellings of decay	K2
At times will breathe so sad a lay	K2
So wild a grandeur in each tone	Y
'Tis like a dirge for empires gone	Y
	-
Awake thy pealing harp again	Y
But breathe a more exulting strain	Y
Young Guido for awhile forgot	K2
Be the dark secrets of thy lot	K2
And rouse the inspiring soul of song	O2
To speed the banquet's hour along	O2
The feast is spread the music's call	R
Is echoing through the royal hall	R
And banners wave and trophies shine	Y
O'er stately guests in glittering line	Y
And Otho seeks awhile to chase	W
The thoughts he never can erase	W
And bid the voice whose murmurs deep	P2
Rise like a spirit on his sleep	P2
The still small voice of conscience die	K2
Lost in the din of revelry	K2
On his pale brow dejection lowers	W
But that shall yield to festal hours	W
A gloom is in hi	K2