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Elegy On Newstead Abbey. [1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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It is the voice of years that are gone they roll before me with all their deeds	A
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Ossian	B
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NEWSTEAD fast falling once resplendent dome	C
Religion's shrine repentant HENRY'S pride	D
Of Warriors Monks and Dames the cloister'd tomb	E
Whose pensive shades around thy ruins glide	D
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Hail to thy pile more honour'd in thy fall	F
Than modern mansions in their pillar'd state	G
Proudly majestic frowns thy vaulted hall	F
Scowling defiance on the blasts of fate	G
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No mail clad Serfs obedient to their Lord	H
In grim array the crimson cross demand	I
Or gay assemble round the festive board	H
Their chief's retainers an immortal band	I
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Else might inspiring Fancy's magic eye	J
Retrace their progress through the lapse of time	K
Marking each ardent youth ordain'd to die	J
A votive pilgrim in Judea's clime	K
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But not from thee dark pile departs the Chief	L
His feudal realm in other regions lay	M
In thee the wounded conscience courts relief	L
Retiring from the garish blaze of day	M
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Yes in thy gloomy cells and shades profound	N
The monk abjur'd a world he ne'er could view	O
Or blood stain'd Guilt repenting solace found	N
Or Innocence from stern Oppression flew	O
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A Monarch bade thee from that wild arise	P
Where Sherwood's outlaws once were wont to prowl	Q
And Superstition's crimes of various dyes	P
Sought shelter in the Priest's protecting cowl	Q
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Where now the grass exhales a murky dew	O
The humid pall of life extinguish'd clay	M
In sainted fame the sacred Fathers grew	O
Nor raised their pious voices but to pray	M
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Where now the bats their wavering wings extend	R
Soon as the gloaming spreads her waning shade	S
The choir did oft their mingling vespers blend	R
Or matin orisons to Mary paid	S
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Years roll on years to ages ages yield	T
Abbots to Abbots in a line succeed	U
Religion's charter their protecting shield	T
Till royal sacrilege their doom decreed	U
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One holy HENRY rear'd the Gothic walls	V
And bade the pious inmates rest in peace	W
Another HENRY the kind gift recalls	V
And bids devotion's hallow'd echoes cease	W
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Vain is each threat or supplicating prayer	X
He drives them exiles from their blest abode	Y
To roam a dreary world in deep despair	X
No friend no home no refuge but their God	Z
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Hark how the hall resounding to the strain	B
Shakes with the martial music's novel din	B
The heralds of a warrior's haughty reign	B
High crested banners wave thy walls within	B
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Of changing sentinels the distant hum	K
The mirth of feasts the clang of burnish'd arms	A2
The braying trumpet and the hoarser drum	K
Unite in concert with increas'd alarms	A2
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An abbey once a regal fortress now	B
Encircled by insulting rebel powers	B2
War's dread machines o'erhang thy threat'ning brow	B
And dart destruction in sulphureous showers	B2
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Ah vain defence the hostile traitor's siege	C2
Though oft repuls'd by guile o'ercomes the brave	D2
His thronging foes oppress the faithful Liege	C2
Rebellion's reeking standards o'er him wave	D2
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Not unaveng'd the raging Baron yields	E2
The blood of traitors smears the purple plain	B
Unconquer'd still his falchion there he wields	E2
And days of glory yet for him remain	B
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Still in that hour the warrior wish'd to strew	O
Self gather'd laurels on a self sought grave	D2
But Charles' protecting genius hither flew	O
The monarch's friend the monarch's hope to save	D2
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Trembling she snatch'd him from th' unequal strife	F2
In other fields the torrent to repel	G2
For nobler combats here reserv'd his life	F2
To lead the band where godlike FALKLAND fell	G2
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From thee poor pile to lawless plunder given	B
While dying groans their painful requiem sound	N
Far different incense now ascends to Heaven	B
Such victims wallow on the gory ground	N
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There many a pale and ruthless Robber's corse	H2
Noisome and ghast defiles thy sacred sod	Z
O'er mingling man and horse commix'd with horse	H2
Corruption's heap the savage spoilers trod	Z
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Graves long with rank and sighing weeds o'erspread	Z
Ransack'd resign perforce their mortal mould	Z
From ruffian fangs escape not e'en the dead	Z
Racked from repose in search for buried gold	Z
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Hush'd is the harp unstrung the warlike lyre	I2
The minstrel's palsied hand reclines in death	J2
No more he strikes the quivering chords with fire	K2
Or sings the glories of the martial wreath	L2
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At length the sated murderers gorged with prey	M
Retire the clamour of the fight is o'er	K2
Silence again resumes her awful sway	M
And sable Horror guards the massy door	M2
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Here Desolation holds her dreary court	Z
What satellites declare her dismal reign	B
Shrieking their dirge ill omen'd birds resort	Z
To flit their vigils in the hoary fane	B
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Soon a new Morn's restoring beams dispel	G2
The clouds of Anarchy from Britain's skies	P
The fierce Usurper seeks his native hell	G2
And Nature triumphs as the Tyrant dies	P
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With storms she welcomes his expiring groans	N2
Whirlwinds responsive greet his labouring breath	J2
Earth shudders as her caves receive his bones	N2
Loathing the offering of so dark a death	J2
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The legal Ruler now resumes the helm	K
He guides through gentle seas the prow of state	Z
Hope cheers with wonted smiles the peaceful realm	K
And heals the bleeding wounds of wearied Hate	Z
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The gloomy tenants Newstead of thy cells	O2
Howling resign their violated nest	Z
Again the Master on his tenure dwells	O2
Enjoy'd from absence with enraptured zest	Z
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Vassals within thy hospitable pale	P2
Loudly carousing bless their Lord's return	B
Culture again adorns the gladdening vale	P2
And matrons once lamenting cease to mourn	B
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A thousand songs on tuneful echo float	Z
Unwonted foliage mantles o'er the trees	Q2
And hark the horns proclaim a mellow note	Z
The hunters' cry hangs lengthening on the breeze	Q2
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Beneath their coursers' hoofs the valleys shake	R2
What fears what anxious hopes attend the chase	S2
The dying stag seeks refuge in the lake	R2
Exulting shouts announce the finish'd race	S2
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Ah happy days too happy to endure	T2
Such simple sports our plain forefathers knew	O
No splendid vices glitter'd to allure	T2
Their joys were many as their cares were few	O
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From these descending Sons to Sires succeed	Z
Time steals along and Death uprears his dart	Z
Another Chief impels the foaming steed	Z
Another Crowd pursue the panting hart	Z
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Newstead what saddening change of scene is thine	B
Thy yawning arch betokens slow decay	M
The last and youngest of a noble line	B
Now holds thy mouldering turrets in his sway	M
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Deserted now he scans thy gray worn towers	B2
Thy vaults where dead of feudal ages sleep	U2
Thy cloisters pervious to the wintry showers	B2
These these he views and views them but to weep	U2
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Yet are his tears no emblem of regret	Z
Cherish'd Affection only bids them flow	V2
Pride Hope and Love forbid him to forget	Z
But warm his bosom with impassion'd glow	V2
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Yet he prefers thee to the gilded domes	W2
Or gewgaw grottos of the vainly great	Z
Yet lingers 'mid thy damp and mossy tombs	X2
Nor breathes a murmur 'gainst the will of Fate	Z
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Haply thy sun emerging yet may shine	B
Thee to irradiate with meridian ray	M
Hours splendid as the past may still be thine	B
And bless thy future as thy former day	M