Sir Eustace Grey Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Persons VISITOR PHYSICIAN AND PATIENT | B |
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| VISITOR | C |
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| I'll know no more the heart is torn | D |
| By views of woe we cannot heal | E |
| Long shall I see these things forlorn | D |
| And oft again their griefs shall feel | E |
| As each upon the mind shall steal | E |
| That wan projector's mystic style | F |
| That lumpish idiot leering by | G |
| That peevish idler's ceaseless wile | F |
| And that poor maiden's half form'd smile | F |
| While struggling for the full drawn sigh | G |
| I'll know no more | H |
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| PHYSICIAN | I |
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| Yes turn again | J |
| Then speed to happier scenes thy way | K |
| When thou hast view'd what yet remain | L |
| The ruins of Sir Eustace Grey | K |
| The sport of madness misery's prey | K |
| But he will no historian need | M |
| His cares his crimes will he display | K |
| And show as one from frenzy freed | M |
| The proud lost mind the rash done deed | M |
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| That cell to him is Greyling Hall | N |
| Approach he'll bid thee welcome there | O |
| Will sometimes for his servant call | N |
| And sometimes point the vacant chair | O |
| He can with free and easy air | O |
| Appear attentive and polite | P |
| Can veil his woes in manners fair | O |
| And pity with respect excite | P |
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| PATIENT | B |
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| Who comes Approach 'tis kindly done | I |
| My learn'd physician and a friend | Q |
| Their pleasures quit to visit one | I |
| Who cannot to their ease attend | Q |
| Nor joys bestow nor comforts lend | Q |
| As when I lived so blest so well | R |
| And dreamt not I must soon contend | Q |
| With those malignant powers of hell | R |
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| PHYSICIAN | I |
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| 'Less warmth Sir Eustace or we go ' | - |
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| PATIENT | B |
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| See I am calm as infant love | S |
| A very child but one of woe | T |
| Whom you should pity not reprove | S |
| But men at ease who never strove | S |
| With passions wild will calmly show | T |
| How soon we may their ills remove | S |
| And masters of their madness grow | T |
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| Some twenty years I think are gone | U |
| Time flies I know not how away | K |
| The sun upon no happier shone | V |
| Nor prouder man than Eustace Grey | K |
| Ask where you would and all would say | K |
| The man admired and praised of all | N |
| By rich and poor by grave and gay | K |
| Was the young lord of Greyling Hall | N |
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| Yes I had youth and rosy health | W |
| Was nobly form'd as man might be | X |
| For sickness then of all my wealth | W |
| I never gave a single fee | X |
| The ladies fair the maidens free | X |
| Were all accustom'd then to say | K |
| Who would a handsome figure see | X |
| Should look upon Sir Eustace Grey | K |
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| He had a frank and pleasant look | Y |
| A cheerful eye and accent bland | Z |
| His very speech and manner spoke | A2 |
| The generous heart the open hand | Z |
| About him all was gay or grand | Z |
| He had the praise of great and small | N |
| He bought improved projected plann'd | Z |
| And reign'd a prince at Greyling Hall | N |
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| My lady she was all we love | S |
| All praise to speak her worth is faint | B2 |
| Her manners show'd the yielding dove | S |
| Her morals the seraphic saint | B2 |
| She never breath'd nor look'd complaint | B2 |
| No equal upon earth had she | X |
| Now what is this fair thing I paint | B2 |
| Alas as all that live shall be | X |
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| There was beside a gallant youth | C2 |
| And him my bosom's friend I had | D2 |
| Oh I was rich in very truth | C2 |
| It made me proud it made me mad | D2 |
| Yes I was lost but there was cause | E2 |
| Where stood my tale I cannot find | F2 |
| But I had all mankind's applause | G2 |
| And all the smiles of womankind | F2 |
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| There were two cherub things beside | F2 |
| A gracious girl a glorious boy | H2 |
| Yet more to swell my full blown pride | F2 |
| To varnish higher my fading joy | H2 |
| Pleasures were ours without alloy | H2 |
| Nay Paradise till my frail Eve | S |
| Our bliss was tempted to destroy | H2 |
| Deceived and fated to deceive | S |
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| But I deserved for all that time | I2 |
| When I was loved admired caress'd | F2 |
| There was within each secret crime | I2 |
| Unfelt uncancell'd unconfess'd | F2 |
| I never then my God address'd | F2 |
| In grateful praise or humble prayer | O |
| And if His Word was not my jest | F2 |
| Dread thought it never was my care | O |
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| I doubted fool I was to doubt | F2 |
| If that all piercing eye could see | X |
| If He who looks all worlds throughout | F2 |
| Would so minute and careful be | X |
| As to perceive and punish me | X |
| With man I would be great and high | S |
| But with my God so lost that He | X |
| In His large view should pass me by | S |
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| Thus blest with children friend and wife | S |
| Blest far beyond the vulgar lot | F2 |
| Of all that gladdens human life | S |
| Where was the good that I had not | F2 |
| But my vile heart had sinful spot | F2 |
| And Heaven beheld its deep'ning stain | L |
| Eternal justice I forgot | F2 |
| And mercy sought not to obtain | L |
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| Come near I'll softly speak the rest | F2 |
| Alas 'tis known to all the crowd | F2 |
| Her guilty love was all confess'd | F2 |
| And his who so much truth avow'd | F2 |
| My faithless friend's In pleasure proud | F2 |
| I sat when these cursed tidings came | J2 |
| Their guilt their flight was told aloud | F2 |
| And Envy smiled to hear my shame | J2 |
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| I call'd on Vengeance at the word | F2 |
| She came Can I the deed forget | F2 |
| I held the sword the accursed sword | F2 |
| The blood of his false heart made wet | F2 |
| And that fair victim paid her debt | F2 |
| She pined she died she loath'd to live | S |
| I saw her dying see her yet | F2 |
| Fair fallen thing my rage forgive | S |
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| Those cherubs still my life to bless | K2 |
| Were left could I my fears remove | S |
| Sad fears that check'd each fond caress | K2 |
| And poison'd all parental love | S |
| Yet that with jealous feelings strove | S |
| And would at last have won my will | L2 |
| Had I not wretch been doom'd to prove | S |
| Th' extremes of mortal good and ill | L2 |
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| In youth health joy in beauty's pride | F2 |
| They droop'd as flowers when blighted bow | M2 |
| The dire infection came they died | F2 |
| And I was cursed as I am now | M2 |
| Nay frown not angry friend allow | M2 |
| That I was deeply sorely tried | F2 |
| Hear then and you must wonder how | M2 |
| I could such storms and strifes abide | F2 |
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| Storms not that clouds embattled make | N2 |
| When they afflict this earthly globe | O2 |
| But such as with their terrors shake | N2 |
| Man's breast and to the bottom probe | O2 |
| They make the hypocrite disrobe | O2 |
| They try us all if false or true | P2 |
| For this one Devil had power on Job | O2 |
| And I was long the slave of two | P2 |
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| PHYSICIAN | I |
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| Peace peace my friend these subjects fly | S |
| Collect thy thoughts go calmly on | Q2 |
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| PATIENT | F2 |
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| And shall I then the fact deny | S |
| I was thou know'st I was begone | S |
| Like him who fill'd the eastern throne | S |
| To whom the Watcher cried aloud | F2 |
| That royal wretch of Babylon | S |
| Who was so guilty and so proud | F2 |
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| Like him with haughty stubborn mind | F2 |
| I in my state my comforts sought | F2 |
| Delight and praise I hoped to find | F2 |
| In what I builded planted bought | F2 |
| Oh arrogance by misery taught | F2 |
| Soon came a voice I felt it come | R2 |
| 'Full be his cup with evil fraught | F2 |
| Demons his guides and death his doom ' | - |
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| Then was I cast from out my state | F2 |
| Two fiends of darkness led my way | K |
| They waked me early watch'd me late | F2 |
| My dread by night my plague by day | K |
| Oh I was made their sport their play | K |
| Through many a stormy troubled year | S2 |
| And how they used their passive prey | K |
| Is sad to tell but you shall hear | T2 |
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| And first before they sent me forth | U2 |
| Through this unpitying world to run | S |
| They robb'd Sir Eustace of his worth | V2 |
| Lands manors lordships every one | S |
| So was that gracious man undone | S |
| Was spurn'd as vile was scorn'd as poor | W2 |
| Whom every former friend would shun | S |
| And menials drove from every door | H |
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| Then rose ill favour'd Ones whom none | S |
| But my unhappy eyes could view | P2 |
| Led me with wild emotion on | S |
| And with resistless terror drew | P2 |
| Through lands we fled o'er seas we flew | P2 |
| And halted on a boundless plain | S |
| Where nothing fed nor breathed nor grew | P2 |
| But silence ruled the still domain | S |
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| Upon that boundless plain below | T |
| The setting sun's last rays were shed | F2 |
| And gave a mild and sober glow | T |
| Where all were still asleep or dead | F2 |
| Vast ruins in the midst were spread | F2 |
| Pillars and pediments sublime | I2 |
| Where the gray mass had form'd a bed | F2 |
| And clothed the crumbling spoils of time | I2 |
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| There was I fix'd I know not how | M2 |
| Condemn'd for untold years to stay | K |
| Yet years were not one dreadful Now | M2 |
| Endured no change of night or day | K |
| The same mild evening's sleeping ray | K |
| Shone softly solemn and serene | S |
| And all that time I gazed away | K |
| The setting sun's sad rays were seen | S |
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| At length a moment's sleep stole on | S |
| Again came my commission'd foes | X2 |
| Again through sea and land we're gone | S |
| No peace no respite no repose | X2 |
| Above the dark broad sea we rose | X2 |
| We ran through bleak and frozen land | F2 |
| I had | F2 |
George Crabbe
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