Don Juan: Canto The Eighth Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The town was taken whether he might yield	A
Himself or bastion little matter'd now	B
His stubborn valour was no future shield	A
Ismail's no more The Crescent's silver bow	B
Sunk and the crimson Cross glar'd o'er the field	A
But red with no redeeming gore the glow	C
Of burning streets like moonlight on the water	D
Was imag'd back in blood the sea of slaughter	D
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All that the mind would shrink from of excesses	E
All that the body perpetrates of bad	F
All that we read hear dream of man's distresses	E
All that the Devil would do if run stark mad	F
All that defies the worst which pen expresses	G
All by which Hell is peopl'd or as sad	F
As Hell mere mortals who their power abuse	H
Was here as heretofore and since let loose	H
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If here and there some transient trait of pity	I
Was shown and some more noble heart broke through	J
Its bloody bond and sav'd perhaps some pretty	I
Child or an aged helpless man or two	J
What's this in one annihilated city	I
Where thousand loves and ties and duties grew	J
Cockneys of London Muscadins of Paris	K
Just ponder what a pious pastime war is	E
	-
Think how the joys of reading a Gazette	L
Are purchas'd by all agonies and crimes	M
Or if these do not move you don't forget	L
Such doom may be your own in aftertimes	M
Meantime the taxes Castlereagh and debt	L
Are hints as good as sermons or as rhymes	M
Read your own hearts and Ireland's present story	I
Then feed her famine fat with Wellesley's glory	I
	-
But still there is unto a patriot nation	N
Which loves so well its country and its King	O
A subject of sublimest exultation	N
Bear it ye Muses on your brightest wing	O
Howe'er the mighty locust Desolation	N
Strip your green fields and to your harvests cling	O
Gaunt famine never shall approach the throne	N
Though Ireland starve great George weighs twenty stone	N
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But let me put an end unto my theme	P
There was an end of Ismail hapless town	N
Far flash'd her burning towers o'er Danube's stream	P
And redly ran his blushing waters down	N
The horrid war whoop and the shriller scream	P
Rose still but fainter were the thunders grown	N
Of forty thousand who had mann'd the wall	Q
Some hundreds breath'd the rest were silent all	Q
	-
In one thing ne'ertheless 'tis fit to praise	M
The Russian army upon this occasion	N
A virtue much in fashion now a days	M
And therefore worthy of commemoration	N
The topic's tender so shall be my phrase	M
Perhaps the season's chill and their long station	N
In Winter's depth or want of rest and victual	Q
Had made them chaste they ravish'd very little	Q
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Much did they slay more plunder and no less	M
Might here and there occur some violation	N
In the other line but not to such excess	M
As when the French that dissipated nation	N
Take towns by storm no causes can I guess	M
Except cold weather and commiseration	N
But all the ladies save some twenty score	R
Were almost as much virgins as before	R
	-
Some odd mistakes too happen'd in the dark	S
Which show'd a want of lanterns or of taste	T
Indeed the smoke was such they scarce could mark	S
Their friends from foes besides such things from haste	T
Occur though rarely when there is a spark	S
Of light to save the venerably chaste	T
But six old damsels each of seventy years	M
Were all deflower'd by different grenadiers	M
	-
But on the whole their continence was great	U
So that some disappointment there ensu'd	V
To those who had felt the inconvenient state	U
Of single blessedness and thought it good	W
Since it was not their fault but only fate	U
To bear these crosses for each waning prude	V
To make a Roman sort of Sabine wedding	O
Without the expense and the suspense of bedding	O
	-
Some voices of the buxom middle ag'd	X
Were also heard to wonder in the din	N
Widows of forty were these birds long cag'd	X
Wherefore the ravishing did not begin	N
But while the thirst for gore and plunder rag'd	X
There was small leisure for superfluous sin	N
But whether they escap'd or no lies hid	Y
In darkness I can only hope they did	Y
	-
Suwarrow now was conqueror a match	Z
For Timour or for Zinghis in his trade	A2
While mosques and streets beneath his eyes like thatch	Z
Blaz'd and the cannon's roar was scarce allay'd	A2
With bloody hands he wrote his first despatch	Z
And here exactly follows what he said	B2
Glory to God and to the Empress Powers	M
Eternal such names mingled Ismail's ours	M
	-
Methinks these are the most tremendous words	M
Since MENE MENE TEKEL and UPHARSIN	N
Which hands or pens have ever trac'd of swords	M
Heaven help me I'm but little of a parson	N
What Daniel read was short hand of the Lord's	M
Severe sublime the prophet wrote no farce on	N
The fate of nations but this Russ so witty	I
Could rhyme like Nero o'er a burning city	I
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He wrote this Polar melody and set it	C2
Duly accompanied by shrieks and groans	M
Which few will sing I trust but none forget it	C2
For I will teach if possible the stones	M
To rise against Earth's tyrants Never let it	C2
Be said that we still truckle unto thrones	M
But ye our children's children think how we	I
Show'd what things were before the World was free	I
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That hour is not for us but 'tis for you	J
And as in the great joy of your millennium	D2
You hardly will believe such things were true	J
As now occur I thought that I would pen you 'em	D2
But may their very memory perish too	J
Yet if perchance remember'd still disdain you 'em	D2
More than you scorn the savages of yore	R
Who painted their bare limbs but not with gore	R
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And when you hear historians talk of thrones	M
And those that sate upon them let it be	I
As we now gaze upon the mammoth's bones	M
And wonder what old world such things could see	I
Or hieroglyphics on Egyptian stones	M
The pleasant riddles of futurity	J
Guessing at what shall happily be hid	J
As the real purpose of a pyramid	J
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Reader I have kept my word at least so far	E2
As the first Canto promised You have now	N
Had sketches of love tempest travel war	R
All very accurate you must allow	N
And Epic if plain truth should prove no bar	E2
For I have drawn much less with a long bow	N
Than my forerunners Carelessly I sing	O
But Phoebus lends me now and then a string	O
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With which I still can harp and carp and fiddle	Q
What further hath befallen or may befall	Q
The hero of this grand poetic riddle	Q
I by and by may tell you if at all	Q
But now I choose to break off in the middle	Q
Worn out with battering Ismail's stubborn wall	Q
While Juan is sent off with the despatch	Z
For which all Petersburgh is on the watch	Z

George Gordon Byron

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