The Wife Of Asdrubal Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The sun sets brightly but a ruddier glowA
O'er Afric's heaven the flames of Carthage throwA
Her walls have sunk and pyramids of fireB
In lurid splendour from her domes aspireC
Swayed by the wind they wave while glares the skyD
As when the desert's red simoom is nighD
The sculptured altar and the pillared hallE
Shine out in dreadful brightness ere they fallE
Far o'er the seas the light of ruin streamsF
Rock wave and isle are crimsoned by its beamsF
While captive thousands bound in Roman chainsG
Gaze in mute horror on their burning fanesG
And shouts in triumph echoing far aroundH
Swell from the victors' tents with ivy crownedH
But mark from yon fair temple's loftiest heightI
What towering form bursts wildly on the sightI
All regal in magnificent attireB
And sternly beauteous in terrific ireC
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She might be deemed a Pythia in the hourB
Of dread communion and delirious powerB
A being more than earthly in whose eyeD
There dwells a strange and fierce ascendancyG
The flames are gathering round intensely brightI
Full on her features glares their meteor lightI
But a wild courage sits triumphant thereJ
The stormy grandeur of a proud despairJ
A daring spirit in its woes elateK
Mightier than death untameable by fateK
The dark profusion of her locks unboundH
Waves like a warrior's floating plumage roundH
Flushed in her cheek inspired her haughty mienL
She seems the avenging goddess of the sceneL
Are thoseG
herB
infants that with suppliant cryD
Cling round her shrinking as the flame draws nighD
Clasp with their feeble hands her gorgeous vestM
And fain would rush for shelter to her breastM
Is that a mother's glance where stern disdainN
And passion awfully vindictive reignN
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Fixed is her eye on Asdrubal who standsG
Ignobly safe amidst the conquering bandsG
On him who left her to that burning tombO
Alone to share her children's martyrdomP
Who when his country perished fled the strifeQ
And knelt to win the worthless boon of lifeQ
'Live traitor live ' she cries 'since dear to theeG
E'en in thy fetters can existence beG
Scorned and dishonoured live with blasted nameR
The Romans triumph not to grace but shameR
O slave in spirit bitter be thy chainN
With tenfold anguish to avenge my painN
Still may the manes of thy children riseG
To chase calm slumber from thy wearied eyesG
Still may their voices on the haunted airJ
In fearful whispers tell thee to despairJ
Till vain remorse thy withered heart consumeO
Scourged by relentless shadows of the tombO
E'en now my sons shall die and thou their sireB
In bondage safe shalt yet in them expireC
Think'st thou I love them not 'Twas thine to flyD
'Tis mine with these to suffer and to dieD
Behold their fate the arms that cannot saveS
Have been their cradle and shall be their grave '-
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Bright in her hand the lifted dagger gleamsG
Swift from her children's hearts the life blood streamsG
With frantic laugh she clasps them to the breastM
Whose woes and passions soon shall be at restM
Lifts one appealing frenzied glance on highD
Then deep 'midst rolling flames is lost to mortal eyeD

Felicia Dorothea Hemans



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