The Lay Of The Bell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDD EEEECECEEFEF GDGDHHII IEIEJKJKJLJL JMJNOOPP QHQHJRJRDBBEESSEEEE TUTUVTWTXYXYTT JHJHXXZZJJJA2A2J JB2JB2BC2BC2XD2XD2E2 QQF2G2ZE2ZZZE2E2QE2Q EEEFFEH2H2JJI2I2E2E2 J2J2ZK2K2L2ZZZM2JJNN 2N2N ZRZRO2O2ZZE2P2NNNNQ2 Q2EFEFEEFR2LR2LR2LR2 R2A2DA2DDS2DS2E2E2EE EDDDDE2E2BBZZFDDEEEE EEDDT2T2TTU2V2V2E2RR R2W2| Fast in its prison walls of earth | A |
| Awaits the mould of baked clay | B |
| Up comrades up and aid the birth | A |
| The bell that shall be born to day | B |
| Who would honor obtain | C |
| With the sweat and the pain | C |
| The praise that man gives to the master must buy | D |
| But the blessing withal must descend from on high | D |
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| And well an earnest word beseems | E |
| The work the earnest hand prepares | E |
| Its load more light the labor deems | E |
| When sweet discourse the labor shares | E |
| So let us ponder nor in vain | C |
| What strength can work when labor wills | E |
| For who would not the fool disdain | C |
| Who ne'er designs what he fulfils | E |
| And well it stamps our human race | E |
| And hence the gift to understand | F |
| That man within the heart should trace | E |
| Whate'er he fashions with the hand | F |
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| From the fir the fagot take | G |
| Keep it heap it hard and dry | D |
| That the gathered flame may break | G |
| Through the furnace wroth and high | D |
| When the copper within | H |
| Seeths and simmers the tin | H |
| Pour quick that the fluid that feeds the bell | I |
| May flow in the right course glib and well | I |
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| Deep hid within this nether cell | I |
| What force with fire is moulding thus | E |
| In yonder airy tower shall dwell | I |
| And witness wide and far of us | E |
| It shall in later days unfailing | J |
| Rouse many an ear to rapt emotion | K |
| Its solemn voice with sorrow wailing | J |
| Or choral chiming to devotion | K |
| Whatever fate to man may bring | J |
| Whatever weal or woe befall | L |
| That metal tongue shall backward ring | J |
| The warning moral drawn from all | L |
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| See the silvery bubbles spring | J |
| Good the mass is melting now | M |
| Let the salts we duly bring | J |
| Purge the flood and speed the flow | N |
| From the dross and the scum | O |
| Pure the fusion must come | O |
| For perfect and pure we the metal must keep | P |
| That its voice may be perfect and pure and deep | P |
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| That voice with merry music rife | Q |
| The cherished child shall welcome in | H |
| What time the rosy dreams of life | Q |
| In the first slumber's arms begin | H |
| As yet in Time's dark womb unwarning | J |
| Repose the days or foul or fair | R |
| And watchful o'er that golden morning | J |
| The mother love's untiring care | R |
| And swift the years like arrows fly | D |
| No more with girls content to play | B |
| Bounds the proud boy upon his way | B |
| Storms through loud life's tumultuous pleasures | E |
| With pilgrim staff the wide world measures | E |
| And wearied with the wish to roam | S |
| Again seeks stranger like the father home | S |
| And lo as some sweet vision breaks | E |
| Out from its native morning skies | E |
| With rosy shame on downcast cheeks | E |
| The virgin stands before his eyes | E |
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| A nameless longing seizes him | T |
| From all his wild compassions flown | U |
| Tears strange till then his eyes bedim | T |
| He wanders all alone | U |
| Blushing he glides where'er she move | V |
| Her greeting can transport him | T |
| To every mead to deck his love | W |
| The happy wild flowers court him | T |
| Sweet hope and tender longing ye | X |
| The growth of life's first age of gold | Y |
| When the heart swelling seems to see | X |
| The gates of heaven unfold | Y |
| O love the beautiful and brief O prime | T |
| Glory and verdure of life's summer time | T |
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| Browning o'er the pipes are simmering | J |
| Dip this wand of clay within | H |
| If like glass the wand be glimmering | J |
| Then the casting may begin | H |
| Brisk brisk now and see | X |
| If the fusion flow free | X |
| If happy and welcome indeed were the sign | Z |
| If the hard and the ductile united combine | Z |
| For still where the strong is betrothed to the weak | J |
| And the stern in sweet marriage is blent with the meek | J |
| Rings the concord harmonious both tender and strong | J |
| So be it with thee if forever united | A2 |
| The heart to the heart flows in one love delighted | A2 |
| Illusion is brief but repentance is long | J |
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| Lovely thither are they bringing | J |
| With the virgin wreath the bride | B2 |
| To the love feast clearly ringing | J |
| Tolls the church bell far and wide | B2 |
| With that sweetest holiday | B |
| Must the May of life depart | C2 |
| With the cestus loosed away | B |
| Flies illusion from the heart | C2 |
| Yet love lingers lonely | X |
| When passion is mute | D2 |
| And the blossoms may only | X |
| Give way to the fruit | D2 |
| The husband must enter | E2 |
| The hostile life | Q |
| With struggle and strife | Q |
| To plant or to watch | F2 |
| To snare or to snatch | G2 |
| To pray and importune | Z |
| Must wager and venture | E2 |
| And hunt down his fortune | Z |
| Then flows in a current the gear and the gain | Z |
| And the garners are filled with the gold of the grain | Z |
| Now a yard to the court now a wing to the centre | E2 |
| Within sits another | E2 |
| The thrifty housewife | Q |
| The mild one the mother | E2 |
| Her home is her life | Q |
| In its circle she rules | E |
| And the daughters she schools | E |
| And she cautions the boys | E |
| With a bustling command | F |
| And a diligent hand | F |
| Employed she employs | E |
| Gives order to store | H2 |
| And the much makes the more | H2 |
| Locks the chest and the wardrobe with lavender smelling | J |
| And the hum of the spindle goes quick through the dwelling | J |
| And she hoards in the presses well polished and full | I2 |
| The snow of the linen the shine of the wool | I2 |
| Blends the sweet with the good and from care and endeavor | E2 |
| Rests never | E2 |
| Blithe the master where the while | J2 |
| From his roof he sees them smile | J2 |
| Eyes the lands and counts the gain | Z |
| There the beams projecting far | K2 |
| And the laden storehouse are | K2 |
| And the granaries bowed beneath | L2 |
| The blessed golden grain | Z |
| There in undulating motion | Z |
| Wave the cornfields like an ocean | Z |
| Proud the boast the proud lips breathe | M2 |
| My house is built upon a rock | J |
| And sees unmoved the stormy shock | J |
| Of waves that fret below | N |
| What chain so strong what girth so great | N2 |
| To bind the giant form of fate | N2 |
| Swift are the steps of woe | N |
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| Now the casting may begin | Z |
| See the breach indented there | R |
| Ere we run the fusion in | Z |
| Halt and speed the pious prayer | R |
| Pull the bung out | O2 |
| See around and about | O2 |
| What vapor what vapor God help us has risen | Z |
| Ha the flame like a torrent leaps forth from its prison | Z |
| What friend is like the might of fire | E2 |
| When man can watch and wield the ire | P2 |
| Whate'er we shape or work we owe | N |
| Still to that heaven descended glow | N |
| But dread the heaven descended glow | N |
| When from their chain its wild wings go | N |
| When where it listeth wide and wild | Q2 |
| Sweeps free Nature's free born child | Q2 |
| When the frantic one fleets | E |
| While no force can withstand | F |
| Through the populous streets | E |
| Whirling ghastly the brand | F |
| For the element hates | E |
| What man's labor creates | E |
| And the work of his hand | F |
| Impartially out from the cloud | R2 |
| Or the curse or the blessing may fall | L |
| Benignantly out from the cloud | R2 |
| Come the dews the revivers of all | L |
| Avengingly out from the cloud | R2 |
| Come the levin the bolt and the ball | L |
| Hark a wail from the steeple aloud | R2 |
| The bell shrills its voice to the crowd | R2 |
| Look look red as blood | A2 |
| All on high | D |
| It is not the daylight that fills with its flood | A2 |
| The sky | D |
| What a clamor awaking | D |
| Roars up through the street | S2 |
| What a hell vapor breaking | D |
| Rolls on through the street | S2 |
| And higher and higher | E2 |
| Aloft moves the column of fire | E2 |
| Through the vistas and rows | E |
| Like a whirlwind it goes | E |
| And the air like the stream from the furnace glows | E |
| Beams are crackling posts are shrinking | D |
| Walls are sinking windows clinking | D |
| Children crying | D |
| Mothers flying | D |
| And the beast the black ruin yet smouldering under | E2 |
| Yells the howl of its pain and its ghastly wonder | E2 |
| Hurry and skurry away away | B |
| The face of the night is as clear as day | B |
| As the links in a chain | Z |
| Again and again | Z |
| Flies the bucket from hand to hand | F |
| High in arches up rushing | D |
| The engines are gushing | D |
| And the flood as a beast on the prey that it hounds | E |
| With a roar on the breast of the element bounds | E |
| To the grain and the fruits | E |
| Through the rafters and beams | E |
| Through the barns and garners it crackles and streams | E |
| As if they would rend up the earth from its roots | E |
| Rush the flames to the sky | D |
| Giant high | D |
| And at length | T2 |
| Wearied out and despairing man bows to their strength | T2 |
| With an idle gaze sees their wrath consume | T |
| And submits to his doom | T |
| Desolate | U2 |
| The place and dread | V2 |
| For storms the barren bed | V2 |
| In the blank voids that cheerful casements were | E2 |
| Comes to and fro the melancholy air | R |
| And sits despair | R |
| And through the ruin blackening in its shroud | R2 |
| Peers as it f | W2 |
Friedrich Schiller
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