The Bad Monarchs. [66] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCB DDEFEE GGHEEH IIJKKJ LMGNOG EEDPED GGQRNS TTUGGV GGMGGM GGMBBM WWMGGM HHXMMX EEMGGM MMYSQY GGWWWW| Earthly gods my lyre shall win your praise | A |
| Though but wont its gentle sounds to raise | A |
| When the joyous feast the people throng | B |
| Softly at your pompous sounding names | C |
| Shyly round your greatness purple flames | C |
| Trembles now my song | B |
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| Answer shall I strike the golden string | D |
| When borne on by exultation's wing | D |
| O'er the battle field your chariots trail | E |
| When ye from the iron grasp set free | F |
| For your mistress' soft arms joyously | E |
| Change your pond'rous mail | E |
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| Shall my daring hymn ye gods resound | G |
| While the golden splendor gleams around | G |
| Where by mystic darkness overcome | H |
| With the thunderbolt your spleen may play | E |
| Or in crime humanity array | E |
| Till the grave is dumb | H |
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| Say shall peace 'neath crowns be now my theme | I |
| Shall I boast ye princes that ye dream | I |
| While the worm the monarch's heart may tear | J |
| Golden sleep twines round the Moor by stealth | K |
| As he at the palace guards the wealth | K |
| Guards but covets ne'er | J |
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| Show how kings and galley slaves my Muse | L |
| Lovingly one single pillow use | M |
| How their lightnings flatter when surpressed | G |
| When their humors have no power to harm | N |
| When their mimic minotaurs are calm | O |
| And the lions rest | G |
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| Up thou Hecate with thy magic seal | E |
| Make the barred up grave its wealth reveal | E |
| Hark its doors like thunder open spring | D |
| When death's dismal blast is heard to sigh | P |
| And the hair on end stands fearfully | E |
| Princes' bliss I sing | D |
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| Do I hear the strand the coast detect | G |
| Where your wishes' haughty fleet was wrecked | G |
| Where was stayed your greatness' proud career | Q |
| That they ne'er with glory may grow warm | R |
| Night with black and terror spreading arm | N |
| Forges monarchs here | S |
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| On the death chest sadly gleams the crown | T |
| With its heavy load of pearls weighed down | T |
| And the sceptre needed now no more | U |
| In what splendor is the mould arrayed | G |
| Yet but worms are with the body paid | G |
| That the world watched o'er | V |
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| Haughty plants within that humble bed | G |
| See how death their pomp decayed and fled | G |
| With unblushing ribaldry besets | M |
| They who ruled o'er north and east and west | G |
| Suffer now his ev'ry nauseous jest | G |
| And no sultan threats | M |
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| Leap for joy ye stubborn dumb to day | G |
| And your heavy slumber shake away | G |
| From the battle victory upsprings | M |
| Hearken to the trump's exulting song | B |
| Ye are worshipped by the shouting throng | B |
| Rouse ye then ye kings | M |
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| Seven sleepers to the clarion hark | W |
| How it rings and how the fierce dogs bark | W |
| Shouts from out a thousand barrels whizz | M |
| Eager steeds are neighing for the wood | G |
| Soon the bristly boar rolls in his blood | G |
| Yours the triumph is | M |
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| But what now Are even princes dumb | H |
| Tow'rd me scornful echoes ninefold come | H |
| Stealing through the vault's terrific gloom | X |
| Sleep assails the page by slow degrees | M |
| And Madonna gives to you the keys | M |
| Of her sleeping room | X |
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| Not an answer hushed and still is all | E |
| Does the veil then e'en on monarchs fall | E |
| Which enshrouds their humble flatt'rers glance | M |
| And ye ask for worship in the dust | G |
| Since the blind jade Fate a world has thrust | G |
| In your purse perchance | M |
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| And ye clatter giant puppet troops | M |
| Marshalled in your proudly childish groups | M |
| Like the juggler on the opera scene | Y |
| Though the sound may please the vulgar ear | S |
| Yet the skilful filled with sadness jeer | Q |
| Powers so great but mean | Y |
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| Let your towering shame be hid from sight | G |
| In the garment of a sovereign's right | G |
| From the ambush of the throne outspring | W |
| Tremble though before the voice of song | W |
| Through the purple vengeance will ere long | W |
| Strike down e'en a king | W |
Friedrich Schiller
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