Sir Eustace Grey Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C DEDEEFGFFGH I JKLKKMKMM NONOOPOP B IQIQQRQR I B STSSTST UKVKKNKN WXWXXKXK YZA2ZZNZN SB2SB2B2XB2X C2D2C2D2E2F2G2F2 F2H2F2H2H2SH2S I2F2I2F2F2OF2O F2XF2XXSXS SF2SF2F2LF2L F2F2F2F2F2J2F2J2 F2F2F2F2F2SF2S K2SK2SSL2SL2 F2M2F2M2M2F2M2F2 N2O2N2O2O2P2O2P2 I SQ2 F2 SSSF2SF2 F2F2F2F2F2R2F2 F2KF2KKS2KT2 U2SV2SSW2SH SP2SP2P2SP2S TF2TF2F2I2F2I2 M2KM2KKSKS SX2SX2X2F2F2Scene A MADHOUSE | A |
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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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