The Same. (the Triumph Of Love.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| The fatal morning dawn'd that brought again | B |
| The sad memorial of my ancient pain | C |
| That day the source of long protracted woe | D |
| When I began the plagues of Love to know | D |
| Hyperion's throne along the azure field | E |
| Between the splendid horns of Taurus wheel'd | E |
| And from her spouse the Queen of Morn withdrew | F |
| Her sandals gemm'd with frost bespangled dew | F |
| Sad recollection rising with the morn | G |
| Of my disastrous love repaid with scorn | G |
| Oppressed my sense till welcome soft repose | H |
| Gave a short respite from my swelling woes | H |
| Then seem'd I in a vision borne away | I |
| Where a deep winding vale sequester'd lay | I |
| Nor long I rested on the flowery green | J |
| Ere a soft radiance dawn'd along the scene | J |
| Fallacious sign of hope for close behind | K |
| Dark shades of coming woe were seen combined | K |
| There on his car a conqu'ring chief I spied | L |
| Like Rome's proud sons that led the living tide | L |
| Of vanquished foes in long triumphal state | M |
| To Capitolian Jove's disclosing gate | M |
| With little joy I saw the splendid show | D |
| Spent and dejected by my lengthen'd woe | D |
| Sick of the world and all its worthless train | C |
| That world where all the hateful passions reign | C |
| And yet intent the mystic cause to find | K |
| For knowledge is the banquet of the mind | K |
| Languid and slow I turn'd my cheerless eyes | N |
| On the proud warrior and his uncouth guise | N |
| High on his seat an archer youth was seen | J |
| With loaded quiver and malicious mien | J |
| Nor plate nor mail his cruel shaft can ward | O |
| Nor polish'd burganet the temples guard | P |
| His burning chariot seem'd by coursers drawn | Q |
| While like the snows that clothe the wintry lawn | Q |
| His waving wings with rainbow colour gay | I |
| On either naked shoulder seem'd to play | I |
| And filing far behind a countless train | C |
| In sad procession hid the groaning plain | C |
| Some captive seem'd in long disastrous strife | R |
| Some in the deadly fray bereft of life | R |
| And freshly wounded some A viewless hand | S |
| Led me to mingle with the mornful band | S |
| And learn the fortunes of the sentenced crew | F |
| Who pierced by Love had bid the world adieu | F |
| With keen survey I mark'd the ghostly show | D |
| To find a shade among the sons of woe | D |
| To memory known but every trace was lost | T |
| In the dim features of the moving host | U |
| Oblivion's hand had drawn a dark disguise | N |
| O'er their wan lineaments and beamless eyes | N |
| At length a pallid face I seem'd to know | D |
| Which wore methought a lighter mask of woe | D |
| He call'd me by my name Behold he cried | L |
| What plagues the hapless thralls of Love abide | L |
| How am I known by thee with new surprise | N |
| I cried no mark recalls thee to my eyes | N |
| Oh heavy is my load he seem'd to say | I |
| Through this dark medium no detecting ray | I |
| Assists thy sight but I like thee can boast | U |
| My birth on famed Etruria's ancient coast | U |
| The secret which his murky mask conceal'd | E |
| His well known voice and Tuscan tongue reveal'd | E |
| Thence to a lighter station we repair'd | V |
| And thus the phantom spoke with mild regard | P |
| We thought to see thy name with ours enroll'd | W |
| Long since for oft thy looks this fate foretold | W |
| True I replied but I survived the strife | R |
| His arrows reach'd me but were short of life | R |
| Pausing he spoke A spark to flame will rise | N |
| And bear thy name in glory to the skies | N |
| His meaning was obscure but in my breast | X |
| I felt the substance of his words impress'd | X |
| As sculptured stone or monumental brass | Y |
| Keeps the firm record or heroic face | Z |
| With youthful ardour new and hope inspired | A2 |
| Quick from my grave companion I required | A2 |
| The name and fortunes of the passing train | C |
| And why in mournful pomp they trod the plain | C |
| Time he return'd the secret then will show | D |
| When thou shalt join the retinue of woe | D |
| But years shall sprinkle o'er thy locks with gray | I |
| And alter'd looks the signs of age betray | I |
| Ere at his powerful touch the fetters fall | B2 |
| Which many a moon thy captive limbs shall gall | B2 |
| Yet will I grant thy suit and give to view | F |
| The various fortunes of the captive crew | F |
| But mark their leader first that chief renown'd | C2 |
| The Power of Love by every nation own'd | D2 |
| His sway thou soon as well as we shalt know | D |
| Stung to the heart by goads of dulcet woe | D |
| In him unthinking youth's misgovern'd rage | E2 |
| Join'd with the cool malignity of age | E2 |
| Is known to mingle with insidious guile | F2 |
| Deep deep conceal'd beneath an infant's smile | F2 |
| The child of slothful ease and sensual heat | G2 |
| By sweet delirious thoughts in dark retreat | G2 |
| Mature in mischief grown he springs away | I |
| A wing d god and thousands own his sway | I |
| Some as thou seest are number'd with the dead | H2 |
| And some the bitter drops of sorrow shed | H2 |
| Through lingering life by viewless tangles bound | C2 |
| That link the soul and chain it to the ground | C2 |
| There C sar walks of Celtic laurels proud | I2 |
| Nor feels himself in sensual bondage bow'd | I2 |
| He treads the flowery path nor sees the snare | J2 |
| Laid for his honour by the Egyptian fair | J2 |
| Here Love his triumph shows and leads along | K2 |
| The world's great owner in the captive throng | K2 |
| And o'er the master of unscepter'd kings | L2 |
| Exulting soars and claps his purple wings | L2 |
| See his adopted son he knew her guile | F2 |
| And nobly scorn'd the siren of the Nile | F2 |
| Yet fell by Roman charms and from her spouse | M2 |
| The pregnant consort bore regardless of her vows | N2 |
| There cruel Nero feels his iron heart | O2 |
| Lanced by imperious Love's resistless dart | O2 |
| Replete with rage and scorning human ties | N |
| He falls the victim of two conquering eyes | N |
| Deep ambush'd there in philosophic spoils | P2 |
| The little tyrant tries his artful wiles | Q2 |
| E'en in that hallow'd breast where deep enshrined | K |
| Lay all the varied treasures of the mind | K |
| He lodged his venom'd shaft The hoary sage | E2 |
| Like meaner mortals felt the passion rage | E2 |
| In boundless fury for a strumpet's charms | R2 |
| And clasp'd the shining mischief in his arms | R2 |
| See Dionysius link'd with Pher 's lord | O |
| Pale doubt and dread on either front abhorr'd | O |
| Scowl terrible yet Love assign'd their doom | S2 |
| A wife and mistress mark'd them for the tomb | S2 |
| The next is he that on Antandros' coast | U |
| His fair Cr usa mourn'd for ever lost | T |
| Yet cut the bonds of Love on Tyber's shore | T2 |
| And bought a bride with young Evander's gore | T2 |
| Here droop'd the victim of a lawless flame | U2 |
| The amorous frenzy of the Cretan dame | U2 |
| He fled abhorrent and contemn'd her tears | V2 |
| And to the dire suggestion closed his ears | W2 |
| But nought alas his purity avail'd | X2 |
| Fate in his flight the hapless youth assail'd | X2 |
| By interdicted Love to Vengeance fired | A2 |
| And by his father's curse the son expired | Y2 |
| The stepdame shared his fate and dearly paid | Z2 |
| A spouse a sister and a son betray'd | Z2 |
| Her conscience by the false impeachment stung | A3 |
| Upon herself return'd the deadly wrong | K2 |
| And he that broke before his plighted vows | N2 |
| Met his deserts in an adulterous spouse | M2 |
| See where he droops between the sister dames | B3 |
| And fondly melts the other scorns his flames | B3 |
| The mighty slave of Omphale behind | K |
| Is seen and he whom Love and fraud combined | K |
| Sent to the shades of everlasting night | C3 |
| And still he seems to weep his wretched plight | C3 |
| There Phyllis mourns Demophoon's broken vows | N2 |
| And fell Medea there pursues her spouse | M2 |
| With impious boast and shrill upbraiding cries | N |
| She tells him how she broke the holy ties | N |
| Of kindred for his sake the guilty shore | T2 |
| That from her poignard drank a brother's gore | T2 |
| The deep affliction of her royal sire | D3 |
| Who heard her flight with imprecations dire | E3 |
| See beauteous Helen with her Trojan swain | C |
| The royal youth that fed his amorous pain | C |
| With ardent gaze on those destructive charms | R2 |
| That waken'd half the warring world to arms | R2 |
| Yonder behold Oenone's wild despair | J2 |
| Who mourns the triumphs of the Spartan fair | J2 |
| The injured husband answers groan for groan | F3 |
| And young Hermione with piteous moan | F3 |
| Orestes calls while Laodamia near | G3 |
| Bewails her valiant consort's fate severe | G3 |
| Adrastus' daughter there laments her spouse | M2 |
| Sincere and constant to her nuptial vows | N2 |
| Yet lured by her with gold's seductive aid | Z2 |
| Her lord Eriphile to death betray'd | Z2 |
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| And now the baleful anthem loud and long | K2 |
| Rose in full chorus from the passing throng | K2 |
| And Love's sad name the cause of all their woes | H |
| In execrations seem'd the dirge to close | H3 |
| But who the number and the names can tell | I3 |
| Of those that seem'd the deadly strain to swell | I3 |
| Not men alone but gods my dream display'd | Z2 |
| Celestial wailings fill'd the myrtle shade | Z2 |
| Soft Venus with her lover mourn'd the snare | J2 |
| The King of Shades and Proserpine the fair | J2 |
| Juno whose frown disclosed her jealous spite | C3 |
| Nor less enthrall'd by Love the god of light | C3 |
| Who held in scorn the wing d warrior's dart | O2 |
| Till in his breast he felt the fatal smart | O2 |
| Each god whose name the learned Roman told | W |
| In Cupid's numerous levy seem'd enroll'd | W |
| And bound before his car in fetters strong | K2 |
| In sullen state the Thunderer march'd along | K2 |
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| BOYD | J3 |
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| PART II | A |
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| Thus as I view'd th' interminable host | U |
| The prospect seem'd at last in dimness lost | T |
| But still the wish remain'd their doom to know | D |
| As watchful I survey'd the passing show | D |
| As each majestic form emerged to light | C3 |
| Thither intent I turn'd my sharpen'd sight | C3 |
| And soon a noble pair my notice drew | F |
| That hand in hand approaching met my view | F |
| In gentle parley and communion sweet | G2 |
| With looks of love they seem'd mine eyes to meet | G2 |
| Yet strange was their attire their tongue unknown | F3 |
| Spoke them the natives of a distant zone | F3 |
| But every doubt my kind assistant clear'd | K3 |
| Instant I knew them when their names were heard | A2 |
| To one encouraged by his aspect mild | L3 |
| I spoke the other with a frown recoil'd | M3 |
| O Masinissa thus my speech began | N3 |
| By Scipio's friendship and the gentle ban | N3 |
| Of constant love attend my warm request | X |
| Turning around the solemn shade address'd | X |
| His answer thus With like desire I glow | D |
| Your lineage name and character to know | D |
| Since you have learnt my name With soft reply | A |
| I said A name like mine can nought supply | A |
| The notice of renown like yours to claim | U2 |
| No smother'd spark like mine emits a flame | U2 |
| To catch the public eye as you can boast | U |
| A leading name in Cupid's numerous host | U |
| Alike his future victims and the past | O3 |
| Shall own the common tie while time itself shall last | O3 |
| But tell me if your guide allow a space | Z |
| The semblance of those tendant shades to trace | Z |
| The names and fortunes of the following pair | J2 |
| Who seem the noblest gifts of mind to share | J2 |
| My name he said you seem to know so well | I3 |
| That faithful Memory all the rest can tell | I3 |
| But as the sad detail may soothe my woes | H |
| Listen while I my mournful doom disclose | H |
| To Rome and Scipio's cause my faith was bound | C2 |
| E'en L lius scarce a warmer friendship own'd | D2 |
| Where'er their ensigns fann'd the summer sky | A |
| I led my Libyans on a firm ally | A |
| Propitious Fortune still advanced his name | U2 |
| Yet more than she bestow'd his worth might claim | U2 |
| Still we advanced and still our glory grew | F |
| While westward far the Roman eagle flew | F |
| With conquest wing'd but my unlucky star | P3 |
| Led me unconscious to the fatal snare | J2 |
| Which Love had laid I saw the regal dame | U2 |
| Our hearts at once confess'd a mutual flame | U2 |
| Caught by the lure of interdicted joys | Q3 |
| Proudly I scorn'd the stern forbidding voice | R3 |
| Of Roman policy and hoped the vows | N2 |
| At Hymen's altar sworn might save my spouse | M2 |
| But oh that wondrous man who ne'er would yield | E |
| To passion's call the cruel sentence seal'd | E |
| That tore my consort from my fond embrace | Z |
| And left me sunk in anguish and disgrace | Z |
| Unmoved he saw my briny sorrows flow | D |
| Unmoved he listen'd to my tale of woe | D |
| But friendship waked at last with reverent awe | S3 |
| Obsequious own'd his mind's superior law | T3 |
| And to that holy and unclouded light | C3 |
| That led him on through passion's dubious night | C3 |
| Submiss I bow'd for oh the beam of day | I |
| Is dark to him that wants her guiding ray | I |
| Love hardly conquer'd long repined in vain | C |
| When Justice link'd the adamantine chain | C |
| And cruel Friendship o'er the conquer'd ground | C2 |
| Raised with strong hand th' insuperable mound | C2 |
| To him I owed my laurels nobly won | U3 |
| I loved him as a brother sire and son | U3 |
| For in an equal race our lives had run | U3 |
| Yet the sad price I paid with burning tears | V2 |
| Dire was the cause that woke my gloomy fears | W2 |
| Too well the sad result my soul divined | C2 |
| Too well I knew the unsubmitting mind | C2 |
| Of Sophonisba would prefer the tomb | S2 |
| To stern captivity's ignoble doom | S2 |
| I too sad victim of celestial wrath | V3 |
| Was forced to aid the tardy stroke of death | W3 |
| With pangs I yielded to her piercing cries | N |
| To speed her passage to the nether skies | N |
| And worse than death endured her mind to save | X3 |
| From shame more hateful than the yawning grave | X3 |
| What was my anguish when she seized the bowl | Y3 |
| She knows and you whose sympathising soul | Y3 |
| Has felt the fiery shaft may guess my pains | Z3 |
| Now tears and anguish are her sole remains | Z3 |
| That treasure to preserve my faith to Rome | A4 |
| Those hands committed to th' untimely tomb | S2 |
| And every hope and joy of life resign'd | C2 |
| To keep the stain of falsehood from my mind | C2 |
| But hasten and the moving pomp survey | I |
| The light wing'd moments brook no long delay | I |
| To try if any form your notice claims | B3 |
| Among those love lorn youths and amorous dames | B3 |
| With poignant grief I heard his tale of woe | D |
| That seem'd to melt my heart like vernal snow | D |
| When a low voice these sullen accents sung | A3 |
| Not for himself but those from whom he sprung | A3 |
| He merits fate for I detest them all | B2 |
| To whose fell rage I owe my country's fall | B2 |
| Oh calm your rage unhappy Queen I cried | C2 |
| Twice was the land and sea in slaughter dyed | C2 |
| By cruel Carthage till the sentence pass'd | C2 |
| That laid her glories in the dust at last | C2 |
| Yet mournful wreaths no less the victors crown'd | C2 |
| In deep despair our valour oft they own'd | C2 |
| Your own impartial annals yet proclaim | U2 |
| The Punic glory and the Roman shame | U2 |
| She spoke and with a smile of hostile spite | C2 |
| Join'd the deep train and darken'd to my sight | C2 |
| Then as a traveller through lands unknown | F3 |
| With care and keen observance journeys on | B4 |
| Whose dubious thoughts his eager steps retard | C2 |
| Thus through the files I pass'd with fix'd regard | C2 |
| Still singling some amid the moving show | D |
| Intent the story of their loves to know | D |
| A spectre now within my notice came | U2 |
| Though dubious marks of joy commix'd with shame | U2 |
| His features wore like one who gains a boon | C4 |
| With secret glee which shame forbids to own | F3 |
| O dire example of the Demon's power | D3 |
| The father leaves the hymeneal bower | D3 |
| For his incestuous son the guilty spouse | M2 |
| With transport mix'd with honour meets his vows | N2 |
| In mournful converse now amidst the host | C2 |
| Their compact they bewail'd and Syria lost | C2 |
| Instant with eager step I turn'd aside | C2 |
| And met the double husband and the bride | C2 |
| And with an earnest voice the first address'd | C2 |
| A look of dread the spectre's face express'd | C2 |
| When first the accents of victorious Rome | A4 |
| Brought to his mind his kingdom's ancient doom | S2 |
| At length with many a doleful sigh he said | C2 |
| You here behold Seleucus' royal shade | C2 |
| Antiochus is next his life to save | X3 |
| My ready hand my beauteous consort gave | X3 |
| From me whose will was law a legal prize | N |
| That bound our souls in everlasting ties | N |
| Indissolubly strong The royal fair | J2 |
| Forsook a throne to cure the deep despair | J2 |
| Of him who would have dared the stroke of Death | W3 |
| To keep without a stain his filial faith | D4 |
| A skilful leech the deadly symptoms guess'd | C2 |
| His throbbing veins the secret soon confess'd | C2 |
| Of Love with honour match'd in dire debate | C2 |
| Whenever he beheld my lovely mate | C2 |
| Else gentle Love subdued by filial dread | C2 |
| Had sent him down among th' untimely dead | C2 |
| Then like a man that feels a sudden thought | C2 |
| His purpose change the mingling crowd he sought | C2 |
| And left the question which a moment hung | A3 |
| Scarce half suppress'd upon my faltering tongue | A3 |
| Suspended for a moment still I stood | C2 |
| With various thoughts oppress'd in musing mood | C2 |
| At length a voice was heard The passing day | I |
| Is yours but it permits not long delay | I |
| I turn'd in haste and saw a fleeting train | C |
| Outnumbering those who pass'd the surging main | C |
| By Xerxes led a naked wailing crew | F |
| Whose wretched plight the drops of sorrow drew | F |
| From my full eyes Of many a clime and tongue | A3 |
| Commix'd the mournful pageant moved along | K2 |
| While scarce the fortunes or the name of one | U3 |
| Among a thousand passing forms was known | F3 |
| I spied that Ethiopian's dusky charms | R2 |
| Which woke in Perseus' bosom Love's alarms | R2 |
| And next was he who for a shadow burn'd | C2 |
| Which the deceitful watery glass return'd | C2 |
| Enamour'd of himself in sad decay | I |
| Amid abundance poor he look'd his life away | I |
| And now transform'd through passion's baneful power | D3 |
| He o'er the margin hangs a drooping flower | D3 |
| While by her hopeless love congeal'd to stone | F3 |
| His mistress seems to look in silence on | B4 |
| Then he that loved by too severe a fate | C2 |
| The cruel maid who met his love with hate | C2 |
| Pass'd by with many more who met their doom | S2 |
| By female pride and fill'd an early tomb | S2 |
| There too the victim of her plighted vows | N2 |
| Halcyone for ever mourns her spouse | M2 |
| Who now in feathers clad as poets feign | C |
| Makes a short summer on the wintry main | C |
| Then he that to the cliffs the maid pursued | C2 |
| And seem'd by turns to soar and swim the flood | C2 |
| And she who snared by Love her father sold | C2 |
| With her who fondly snared the rolling gold | C2 |
| And her young paramour who made his boast | C2 |
| That he had gain'd the prize his rival lost | C2 |
| Acis and Galatea next were seen | J |
| And Polyphemus with infuriate mien | J |
| And Glaucus there by rival arts assail'd | C2 |
| Fell Circe's hate and Scylla's doom bewail'd | C2 |
| Then sad Carmenta with her royal lord | C2 |
| Whom the fell sorceress clad by arts abhorr'd | C2 |
| With plumes but still the regal stamp impress'd | C2 |
| On his imperial wings and lofty crest | C2 |
| Then she whose tears the springing fount supplied | C2 |
| And she whose form above the rolling tide | C2 |
| Hangs a portentous cliff the royal fair | J2 |
| Who wrote the dictates of her last despair | J2 |
| To him whose ships had left the friendly strand | C2 |
| With the keen steel in her determined hand | C2 |
| There too Pygmalion with his new made spouse | M2 |
| With many more I spied whose amorous vows | N2 |
| And fates in never dying song resound | C2 |
| Where Aganippe laves the sacred ground | C2 |
| And last of all I saw the lovely maid | C2 |
| Of Love unconscious by an oath betray'd | C2 |
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| BOYD | C2 |
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| PART III | A |
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| Like one by wonder reft of speech I stood | C2 |
| Pond'ring the mournful scene in pensive mood | C2 |
| As one that waits advice My guide in haste | C2 |
| Began You let the moments run to waste | C2 |
| What objects hold you here my doom you know | D |
| Compell'd to wander with the sons of woe | D |
| Oh yet awhile afford your friendly aid | C2 |
| You see my inmost soul submiss I said | C2 |
| The strong unsated wish you there can read | C2 |
| The restless cravings of my mind to feed | C2 |
| With tidings of the dead In gentler tone | F3 |
| He said Your longings in your looks are known | F3 |
| You wish to learn the names of those behind | C2 |
| Who through the vale in long procession wind | C2 |
| I grant your prayer if fate allows a space | Z |
| He said their fortunes as they come to trace | Z |
| See that majestic shade that moves along | K2 |
| And claims obeisance from the ghostly throng | K2 |
| 'Tis Pompey with the partner of his vows | N2 |
| Who mourns the fortunes of her slaughter'd spouse | M2 |
| By Egypt's servile band The next is he | E4 |
| Whom Love's tyrannic spell forbade to see | E4 |
| The danger by his cruel consort plann'd | C2 |
| Till Fate surprised him by her treacherous hand | C2 |
| Let constancy and truth exalt the name | U2 |
| Of her the lovely candidate for fame | U2 |
| Who saved her spouse Then Pyramus is seen | J |
| And Thisbe through the shade with pensive mien | J |
| Then Hero with Leander moves along | K2 |
| And great Ulysses towering in the throng | K2 |
| His visage wears the signs of anxious thought | C2 |
| There sad Penelope laments her lot | C2 |
| With trickling tears she seems to chide his stay | C2 |
| While fond Calypso charms her love delay | C2 |
| Next he who braved in many a bloody fight | C2 |
| For years on years the whole collected might | C2 |
| Of Rome but sunk at length in Cupid's snare | J2 |
| The shameful victim of th' Apulian fair | J2 |
| Then she that in a servile dress pursued | C2 |
| Reft of her golden locks o'er field and flood | C2 |
| With peerless faith her exiled spouse unknown | F3 |
| With whom of old she fill'd a lofty throne | F3 |
| Then Portia comes who fire and steel defied | C2 |
| And Julia grieved to see a second bride | C2 |
| Engage her consort's love The Hebrew swain | C |
| Appears who sold himself his love to gain | C |
| For seven long summers a vivacious flame | U2 |
| Which neither years nor constant toil could tame | U2 |
| Then Isaac with his father joins the band | C2 |
| Who with his consort left at God's command | C2 |
| Led by the lamp of faith his native land | C2 |
| David is next by lawless passion sway'd | C2 |
| And adding crime to crime at last betray'd | C2 |
| To deeds of blood till solitude and tears | V2 |
| Wash'd his dire guilt away and calm'd his fears | W2 |
| The sensual vapour with Circean fume | S2 |
| Involved his royal son in deeper gloom | S2 |
| And dimm'd his glory till immersed in vice | F4 |
| His heart renounced the Ruler of the Skies | N |
| Adopting Stygian gods The changeful hue | F |
| Of his incestuous brother meets your view | F |
| Who lurks behind observe the sudden turn | G4 |
| Of love and hatred blanch his cheek and burn | G4 |
| His ruin'd sister there with frantic speed | C2 |
| To Absalom recounts the direful deed | C2 |
| Samson behold a prey to female fraud | C2 |
| Strong but unwise he laid the pledge of God | C2 |
| In her fallacious lap who basely sold | C2 |
| Her husband's honour for Philistian gold | C2 |
| Judith is nigh who mid a host in arms | R2 |
| With gentle accents and alluring charms | R2 |
| Their chief o'ercame and at the noon of night | C2 |
| From his pavilion sped her venturous flight | C2 |
| With one attendant slave who bore along | K2 |
| The tyrant's head amid the hostile throng | K2 |
| Adoring Him who arms the feeble hand | C2 |
| And bids the weak a mighty foe withstand | C2 |
| Unhappy Sichem next is seen who paid | C2 |
| A bloody ransom for an injured maid | C2 |
| His guiltless sire and all his slaughter'd race | Z |
| With many a life attend the foul disgrace | Z |
| Such was the ruin by a sudden gust | C2 |
| Of passion caused when murder follow'd lust | C2 |
| That other like a wise physician cured | C2 |
| An abject passion long with pain endured | C2 |
| To Vashti for an easy boon he sued | C2 |
| She scorn'd his suit and rage his love subdued | C2 |
| Soon to its aid a softer passion came | U2 |
| And from his breast expell'd the former flame | U2 |
| Like wedge by wedge displaced the nuptial ties | N |
| He breaks and soon another bride supplies | N |
| But if you wish to see the bosom war | T2 |
| Of Jealousy and Love in deadly jar | P3 |
| Behold that royal Jew the dire control | Y3 |
| Of Love and Hate by turns besiege his soul | Y3 |
| Now Vengeance wins the day the deed is done | U3 |
| And now in fell remorse he hates the sun | U3 |
| And calls his consort from the realms of night | C2 |
| To which his fatal hand had sped her flight | C2 |
| Behold yon hapless three by passion lost | C2 |
| Procris and Artemisia's royal ghost | C2 |
| And her whose son his mother's grief and joy | H4 |
| Razed with paternal rage the walls of Troy | H4 |
| Another triple sisterhood is seen | J |
| This characters of Hades Mark their mien | J |
| With sin distain'd their downcast looks disclose | H |
| A conscience of their crimes and dread of coming woes | H |
| Semiramis and Byblis famed of old | C2 |
| Her mother's rival there you next behold | C2 |
| With many a warrior many a lovely dame | U2 |
| Of old ennobled by romantic fame | U2 |
| There Lancelot and Tristram famed in fight | C2 |
| Are seen with many a dame and errant knight | C2 |
| Genevra Belle Isonde and hundreds more | T2 |
| With those who mingled their incestuous gore | T2 |
| Shed by paternal rage and chant beneath | I4 |
| In baneful symphony the Song of Death | W3 |
| He scarce had spoken when a chill presage | J4 |
| What warriors feel before the battle's rage | E2 |
| When in the angry trump's sonorous breath | W3 |
| They hear before it comes the sound of Death | W3 |
| My heart possess'd and tinged with deadly pale | K4 |
| I seem'd escaped from Death's eternal jail | K4 |
| When fleeting to my side with looks of Love | L4 |
| A phantom brighter than the Cyprian dove | L4 |
| My fingers clasp'd which though of power to wield | C2 |
| The temper'd sabre in the bloody field | C2 |
| Against an armed foe a touch subdued | C2 |
| And gentle words and looks that fired the blood | C2 |
| My friend addressed me I remember well | I3 |
| And from his lips these dubious accents fell | I3 |
| Converse with whom you please for all the train | C |
| Are mark'd alike the slaves of Cupid's reign | C |
| Thus in security and peace trepann'd | C2 |
| I was enlisted in that wayward band | C2 |
| Who short lived joys by anguish long obtain | C |
| And whom the pleasures of a rival pain | C |
| More than their proper joys Remembrance shows | H |
| Too clear at last the source of all my woes | H |
| When Jealousy and Love and Envy drew | F |
| That nurture from my heart by which they grew | F |
| As feverish eyes on air drawn features dwell | I3 |
| My fascinated eyes by magic spell | I3 |
| Dwell'd on the heavenly form with ardent look | M4 |
| And at a glance the dire contagion took | M4 |
| That tinged my days to come and each delight | C2 |
| But those that bore her stamp consign'd to night | C2 |
| I blush with shame when to my inward view | F |
| The devious paths return where Cupid drew | F |
| His willing slave with all my hopes and fears | W2 |
| When Phoebus seem'd to rise and set in tears | V2 |
| For many a spring and when I used to dwell | I3 |
| A lonely hermit in a silent cell | I3 |
| How upwards oft I traced the purling rills | V2 |
| To their pure fountains in the misty hills | V2 |
| The rocks I used to climb the solemn woods | V2 |
| Where oft I wander'd by the winding floods | V2 |
| And often spent whene'er I chanced to stray | C2 |
| In amorous ditties all the livelong day | C2 |
| What mournful rhymes I wrote and 'rased again | B |
| Spending the precious hours of youth in vain | C |
| 'Twas in this school I learn'd the mystic things | V2 |
| Of the blind god and all the secret springs | V2 |
| From which his hopes and fears alternate rise | V2 |
| 'Graved on his frontlet the detection lies | V2 |
| Which all may read for I have oped their eyes | V2 |
| And she the cause of all my lengthen'd toils | V2 |
| Disdains my passion though she boasts my spoils | V2 |
| Of rigid honour proud she smiles to see | V2 |
| The fatal triumph of her charms in me | V2 |
| Not Love himself can aid for Love retires | V2 |
| And in her sacred presence veils his fires | V2 |
| He feels his genius by her looks subdued | C2 |
| And all his spells by stronger spells withstood | C2 |
| Hence my despair for neither force nor art | C2 |
| Can wound her bosom nor extract the dart | C2 |
| That rankles here while proudly she defies | V2 |
| The power that makes a captive world his prize | V2 |
| She is not one that dallies with the foe | D |
| But with unconquer'd soul defies the blow | D |
| And like the Lord of Light displays afar | P3 |
| A splendour which obscures each lesser star | P3 |
| Her port is all divine her radiant smile | F2 |
| And e'en her scorn the captive heart beguile | F2 |
| Her accents breathe of heaven her auburn hair | J2 |
| Whether it wanton with the sportive air | J2 |
| Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face | V2 |
| Secures her conquests with resistless grace | V2 |
| Her eyes that sparkle with celestial fire | D3 |
| Have render'd me the slave of fond desire | D3 |
| But who can raise his style to match her charms | V2 |
| What mortal bard can sing the soft alarms | V2 |
| That flutter in the breast and fire the veins | V2 |
| Alas the theme surmounts the loftiest strains | V2 |
| Far as the ocean in its ample bed | C2 |
| Exceeds the purling stream that warbles through the mead | C2 |
| Such charms are hers as never were reveal'd | C2 |
| On earth since Phoebus first the world beheld | C2 |
| And voices tuned her peerless form to praise | V2 |
| Suffer a solemn pause with mute amaze | V2 |
| Thus was I manacled for life while she | V2 |
| Proud of my bonds enjoy'd her liberty | V2 |
| With ceaseless suit I pray'd but all in vain | C |
| One prayer among a thousand scarce could gain | C |
| A slight regard so hopeless was my state | C2 |
| And such the laws of Love imposed by fate | C2 |
| For stedfast is the rule by Nature given | U3 |
| Which all the ranks of life from earth to heaven | U3 |
| With reverent awe and homage due obey | C2 |
| And every age and climate owns its sway | C2 |
| I know the cruel pangs by lovers borne | G |
| When from the breast the bleeding heart is torn | G |
| By Love's relentless gripe the deadly harms | V2 |
| Of Cupid when he wields resistless arms | V2 |
| Or when in dubious truce he drops his dart | C2 |
| And gives short respite to the tortured heart | C2 |
| The vital current's ebb and flood I know | D |
| When shame or anger bids the features glow | D |
| Or terror pales the cheek the deadly snake | N4 |
| I know that nestles in the flowery brake | N4 |
| And watchful seems to sleep and languor feigns | V2 |
| When health inspiring vigour fills the veins | V2 |
| I know what hope and fear assail the mind | C2 |
| When I pursue my love yet dread to find | C2 |
| I know the strange and sympathetic tie | C2 |
| When soul in soul transfused a fond ally | C2 |
| For ever seems another and the same | U2 |
| Or change with mutual love their mortal frame | U2 |
| From transient smiles to long protracted woe | D |
| The various turns and dark degrees I know | D |
| And hot and cold and that unequall'd smart | C2 |
| When souls survive though sever'd from the heart | C2 |
| I know I cherish and detect the cheat | C2 |
| Of every hour but still with eager feet | C2 |
| And fervent hope pursue the flying fair | J2 |
| And still for promised rapture meet despair | J2 |
| When absent I consume in raging fire | D3 |
| But in her presence check'd the flames expire | E3 |
| Repress'd by sacred awe The boundless sway | C2 |
| Of cruel Love I feel that makes a prey | C2 |
| Of all those energies that lift the soul | Y3 |
| To her congenial climes above the pole | Y3 |
| I know the various pangs that rend the heart | C2 |
| I know that noblest souls receive the dart | C2 |
| Without defence when Reason drops the shield | C2 |
| And recreant to her foe resigns the field | C2 |
| I saw the archer in his airy flight | C2 |
| I saw him when he check'd his arrow's flight | C2 |
| And when it reach'd the mark I watched the god | C2 |
| And saw him win his way by force or fraud | C2 |
| As best befits his ends His whirling throne | F3 |
| Turns short at will or runs directly on | B4 |
| The rapid follies which his axle bear | J2 |
| Are short fallacious hope and certain fear | G3 |
| And many a promise given of Halcyon days | V2 |
| Whose faint and dubious gleam the heart betrays | V2 |
| I know what secret flame the marrow fries | V2 |
| How in the veins a dormant fever lies | V2 |
| Till fann'd to fury by contagious breath | W3 |
| It gains tremendous head and ends in death | W3 |
| I know too well what long and doubtful strife | R |
| Forms the dire tissue of a lover's life | R |
| The transient taste of sweet commix'd with gall | B2 |
| What changes dire the hapless crew befall | B2 |
| Their strange fantastic habitudes I know | D |
| Their measured groans in lamentable flow | D |
| When rhyming fits the faltering tongue employ | H4 |
| And love sick spasms the mournful Muse annoy | H4 |
| The smile that like the lightning fleets away | C2 |
| The sorrows that for half a life delay | C2 |
| Like drops of honey in a wormwood bowl | Y3 |
| Drain'd to the dregs in bitterness of soul | Y3 |
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| BOYD | C2 |
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| PART IV | R |
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| So fickle fortune in a luckless hour | D3 |
| Had close consigned me to a tyrant's power | D3 |
| Who cut the nerves that with elastic force | V2 |
| Had borne me on in Freedom's generous course | V2 |
| So I in noble independence bred | C2 |
| Free as the roebuck in the sylvan glade | C2 |
| By passion lured a voluntary slave | R |
| My ready name to Cupid's muster gave | R |
| And yet I saw their grief and wild despair | J2 |
| I saw them blindly seek the fatal snare | J2 |
| Through winding paths and many an artful maze | V2 |
| Where Cupid's viewless spell the band obeys | V2 |
| Here as I turn'd my anxious eyes around | C2 |
| If any shade I then could see renown'd | C2 |
| In old or modern times the bard I spied | C2 |
| Whose unabated love pursued his bride | C2 |
| Down to the coast of Hades and above | R |
| His life resign'd the pledge of constant love | R |
| Calling her name in death Alc us near | G3 |
| Who sung the joys of Love and toils severe | G3 |
| Was seen with Pindar and the Teian swain | C |
| A veteran gay among the youthful train | C |
| Of Cupid's host The Mantuan next I found | C2 |
| Begirt with bards from age to age renown'd | C2 |
| Whether they chose in lofty themes to soar | T2 |
| Or sportive try the Muse's lighter lore | T2 |
| There soft Tibullus walk'd with Sulmo's bard | C2 |
| And there Propertius with Catullus shared | C2 |
| The meed of lovesome lays the Grecian dame | U2 |
| With sweeter numbers woke the amorous flame | U2 |
| While thus I turn'd around my wondering eyes | V2 |
| I saw a noble train with new surprise | V2 |
| Who seem'd of Love in choral notes to sing | O4 |
| While all around them breathed Elysian spring | O4 |
| Here Alighieri with his love I spied | C2 |
| Selvaggia Guido Cino side by side | C2 |
| Guido who mourn'd the lot that fix'd his name | U2 |
| The second of his age in lyric fame | U2 |
| Two other minstrels there I spied that bore | T2 |
| His name renown'd on Arno's tuneful shore | T2 |
| With them Sicilia's bards in elder days | V2 |
| Match'd with the foremost in poetic praise | V2 |
| Though now they rank behind Sennuccio nigh | R |
| With gentle Franceschino met my eye | R |
| But soon another tribe of manners strange | P4 |
| And uncouth dialect was seen to range | P4 |
| Along the flowery paths by Arnald led | C2 |
| In Cupid's lore by all the Muses bred | C2 |
| And master of the theme Marsilia's coast | C2 |
| And Narbonne still his polish'd numbers boast | C2 |
| The next I saw with lighter step advance | V2 |
| 'Twas he that caught a flame at every glance | V2 |
| That met his eye with him who shared his name | U2 |
| Join'd with an Arnald of inferior fame | U2 |
| Next either Rambold in procession trod | C2 |
| No easy conquest to the winged god | C2 |
| The pride of Montferrat a peerless dame | U2 |
| In many a ditty sung announced his flame | U2 |
| And Genoa's bard who left his native coast | C2 |
| And on Marsilia's towers the memory lost | C2 |
| Of his first time when Salem's sacred flame | U2 |
| Taught him a nobler heritage to claim | U2 |
| Gerard and Peter both of Gallic blood | C2 |
| And tuneful Rudel who in moonstruck mood | C2 |
| O'er ocean by a flying image led | C2 |
| In the fantastic chase his canvas spread | C2 |
| And where he thought his amorous vows to breathe | Q4 |
| From Cupid's bow received the shaft of Death | W3 |
| There was Cabestaing whose unequall'd lays | V2 |
| From all his rivals won superior praise | V2 |
| Hugo was there with Almeric renown'd | C2 |
| Bernard and Anselm by the Muses crown'd | C2 |
| Those and a thousand others o'er the field | C2 |
| Advanced nor javelin did they want or shield | C2 |
| The Muses form'd their guard and march'd before | T2 |
| Spreading their long renown from shore to shore | T2 |
| The Latian band with sympathising woe | D |
| At last I spied amid the moving show | D |
| Bologna's poet first whose honour'd grave | R |
| His relics hold beside Messina's wave | R |
| O fickle joys that fleet upon the wind | C2 |
| And leave the lassitude of life behind | C2 |
| The youth that every thought and movement sway'd | C2 |
| Of this sad heart is now an empty shade | C2 |
| What world contains thee now my tuneful guide | C2 |
| Whom nought of old could sever from my side | C2 |
| What is this life what none but fools esteem | R4 |
| A fleeting shadow a romantic dream | R4 |
| Not far I wander'd o'er the peopled field | C2 |
| Till Socrates and L lius I beheld | C2 |
| Oh may their holy influence never cease | V2 |
| That soothed my heart corroding pangs to peace | V2 |
| Unequall'd friends no bard's ecstatic lays | V2 |
| Nor polish'd prose your deathless name can raise | V2 |
| To match your genuine worth O'er hill and dale | K4 |
| We pass'd and oft I told my doleful tale | K4 |
| Disclosing all my wounds end not in vain | C |
| Their sacred presence seem'd to soothe my pain | C |
| Oh may that glorious privilege be mine | S4 |
| Till dust to dust the final stroke resign | S4 |
| My courage they inspired to claim the wreath | I4 |
| Immortal emblem of my constant faith | D4 |
| To her whose name the poet's garland bears | V2 |
| Yet nought from her for long devoted years | V2 |
| I reap'd but cold disdain and fruitless tears | V2 |
| But soon a sight ensued that like a spell | I3 |
| Restrain'd at once my passion's stormy swell | I3 |
| But this a loftier muse demands to sing | O4 |
| The hallow'd power that pruned the daring wing | O4 |
| Of that blind force by folly canonized | C2 |
| And in the garb of deity disguised | C2 |
| Yet first the conscious muse designs to tell | I3 |
| How I endured and 'scaped his witching spell | I3 |
| A subject that demands a muse of fire | D3 |
| A glorious theme that Phoebus might inspire | E3 |
| Worthy of Homer and the Orphean lyre | E3 |
| Still as along the whirling chariot flew | F |
| I kept the wafture of his wings in view | F |
| Onward his snow white steeds were seen to bound | C2 |
| O'er many a steepy hill and dale profound | C2 |
| And victims of his rage the captive throng | K2 |
| Chain'd to the flying wheels were dragg'd along | K2 |
| All torn and bleeding through the thorny waste | C2 |
| Nor knew I how the land and sea he pass'd | C2 |
| Till to his mother's realm he came at last | C2 |
| Far eastward where the vext gean roars | V2 |
| A little isle projects its verdant shores | V2 |
| Soft is the clime and fruitful is the ground | C2 |
| No fairer spot old ocean clips around | C2 |
| Nor Sol himself surveys from east to west | C2 |
| A sweeter scene in summer livery drest | C2 |
| Full in the midst ascends a shady hill | T4 |
| Where down its bowery slopes a streaming rill | T4 |
| In dulcet murmurs flows and soft perfume | S2 |
| The senses court from many a vernal bloom | S2 |
| Mingled with magic which the senses steep | U4 |
| In sloth and drug the mind in Lethe's deep | U4 |
| Quenching the spark divine the genuine boast | C2 |
| Of man in Circe's wave immersed and lost | C2 |
| This favour'd region of the Cyprian queen | J |
| Received its freight a heaven abandon'd scene | J |
| Where Falsehood fills the throne while Truth retires | V2 |
| And vainly mourns her half extinguish'd fires | V2 |
| Vile in its origin and viler still | T4 |
| By all incentives that seduce the will | T4 |
| It seems Elysium to the sons of Lust | C2 |
| But a foul dungeon to the good and just | C2 |
| Exulting o'er his slaves the winged God | C2 |
| Here in a theatre his triumphs show'd | C2 |
| Ample to hold within its mighty round | C2 |
| His captive train from Thule's northern bound | C2 |
| To far Taprobane a countless crowd | C2 |
| Who to the archer boy adoring bow'd | C2 |
| Sad fantoms shook above their Gorgon wings | V2 |
| Fantastic longings for unreal things | V2 |
| And fugitive delights and lasting woes | V2 |
| The summer's biting frost and winter's rose | V2 |
| And penitence and grief that dragg'd along | K2 |
| The royal lawless pair that poets sung | A3 |
| One by his Spartan plunder seal'd the doom | S2 |
| Of hapless Troy the other rescued Rome | A4 |
| Beneath as if in mockery of their woe | D |
| The tumbling flood with murmurs deep and low | D |
| Return'd their wailings while the birds above | R |
| With sweet aerial descant fill'd the grove | R |
| And all beside the river's winding bed | C2 |
| Fresh flowers in gay confusion deck'd the mead | C2 |
| Painting the sod with every scent and hue | F |
| That Flora's breath affords or drinks the morning dew | F |
| And many a solemn bower with welcome shade | C2 |
| Over the dusky stream a shelter made | C2 |
| And when the sun withdrew his slanting ray | C2 |
| And winter cool'd the fervours of the day | C2 |
| Then came the genial hours the frequent feast | C2 |
| And circling times of joy and balmy rest | C2 |
| New day and night were poised in even scale | K4 |
| And spring awoke her equinoctial gale | K4 |
| And Progne now and Philomel begun | U3 |
| With genial toils to greet the vernal sun | U3 |
| Just then O hapless mortals that rely | R |
| On fickle fortune's ever changing sky | R |
| E'en in that season when with sacred fire | D3 |
| Dan Cupid seem'd his subjects to inspire | E3 |
| That warms the heart and kindles in the look | M4 |
| And all beneath the moon obey his yoke | V4 |
| I saw the sad reverse that lovers own | F3 |
| I heard the slaves beneath their bondage groan | F3 |
| I saw them sink beneath the deadly weight | C2 |
| And the long tortures that forerun their fate | C2 |
| Sad disappointments there in meagre forms | V2 |
| Were seen and feverish dreams and fancied harms | V2 |
| And fantoms rising from the yawning tomb | S2 |
| Were seen to muster in the gathering gloom | S2 |
| Around the car and some were seen to climb | W4 |
| While cruel fate reversed their steps sublime | W4 |
| And empty notions in the port were seen | J |
| And baffled hopes were there with cloudy mien | J |
| There was expensive gain and gain that lost | C2 |
| And amorous schemes by fortune's favour cross'd | C2 |
| And wearisome repose and cares that slept | C2 |
| There was the semblance of disgrace that kept | C2 |
| The youth from dire mischance on whom it fell | I3 |
| And glory darken'd on the gloom of hell | I3 |
| Perfidious loyalty and honest fraud | C2 |
| And wisdom slow and headlong thirst of blood | C2 |
| The dungeon where the flowery paths decoy | H4 |
| The painful hard escape with long annoy | H4 |
| I saw the smooth descent the foot betray | C2 |
| And the steep rocky path that leads again to day | C2 |
| There in the gloomy gulf confusion storm'd | C2 |
| And moody rage its wildest freaks perform'd | C2 |
| And settled grief was there and solid night | C2 |
| But rarely broke with fitful gleams of light | C2 |
| From joy's fantastic hand Not Vulcan's forge | X4 |
| When his Cyclopean caves the fumes disgorge | X4 |
| Nor the deep mine of Mongibel that throws | V2 |
| The fiery tempest o'er eternal snows | V2 |
| Nor Lipari whose strong sulphureous blast | C2 |
| O'ercanopies with flames the watery waste | C2 |
| Nor Stromboli that sweeps the glowing sky | R |
| With red combustion with its rage could vie | R |
| Little he loves himself that ventures there | J2 |
| For there is ceaseless woe and fell despair | J2 |
| Yet in this dolorous dungeon long confined | C2 |
| Till time had grizzled o'er my locks I pined | C2 |
| There dreaming still of liberty to come | Y4 |
| I spent my summers in this noisome gloom | S2 |
| Yet still a dubious joy my grief controll'd | C2 |
| To spy such numbers in that darksome hold | C2 |
| But soon to gall my seeming transport turn'd | C2 |
| And my illustrious partner's fate I mourn'd | C2 |
| And often seem'd with sympathising woe | D |
| To melt in solvent tears like vernal snow | D |
| I turn'd away but with inverted glance | V2 |
| Perused the fleeting shapes that fill'd my trance | V2 |
| Like him that feels a moment's short delight | C2 |
| When a fine picture fleets before his sight | C2 |
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| BOYD | C2 |
Francesco Petrarca (petrarch)
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