Elegy On Newstead Abbey Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BCDCEFEF GHGH IJIJ KLKL MNMN OPOP NLNL QRQQ QQQQSTST UQUQ AAAA JVJV AWAW XYXY ZAZA NYNY A2B2A2B2AQAQ C2QC2Q QQQQ ND2NE2 NNNN QAQA B2OB2O F2D2F2D2 JQJQ G2QG2Q H2AH2A QI2QI2 J2K2J2K2 NNNN QQQQ ANAN WL2WL2 QM2QM2 N2QO2Q ANAN'It is the voice of years that are gone | A |
they roll before me with all their deeds ' OSSIAN | A |
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Newstead fast falling once resplendent dome | B |
Religion's shrine repentant HENRY's pride | C |
Of warriors monks and dames the cloister'd tomb | D |
Whose pensive shades around thy ruins glide | C |
Hail to thy pile more honour'd in thy fall | E |
Than modern mansions in their pillar'd state | F |
Proudly majestic frowns thy vaulted hall | E |
Scowling defiance on the blasts of fate | F |
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No mail clad serfs obedient to their lord | G |
In grim array the crimson cross demand | H |
Or gay assemble round the festive board | G |
Their chief's retainers an immortal band | H |
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Else might inspiting Fancy's magic eye | I |
Retrace their progress through the lapse of time | J |
Marking each ardent youth ordaln'd to die | I |
A votive pilgrim in Judea's clime | J |
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But not from thee dark pile departs the chief | K |
His feudal realm in other regions lay | L |
In thee the wounded conscience courts relief | K |
Retiring from the garish blare of day | L |
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Yes in thy gloomy cells and shades profound | M |
The monk abjured a world he ne'er could view | N |
Or blood stain'd guilt repenting solace found | M |
Or innocence from stern oppression flew | N |
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A monarch bade thee from that wild arise | O |
Where Sherwood's outlaws once were wont to prowl | P |
And Superstition's crimes of various dyes | O |
Sought shelter in the priest's protecting cowl | P |
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Where now the grass exhales a murky dew | N |
The humid pail of life extinguish'd clay | L |
In sainted fame the sacred fathers grew | N |
Nor raised their pious voices but to pray | L |
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Where now the bats their wavering wings extend | Q |
Soon as the gloaming spreads her waning shade | R |
The choir did oft their mingling vespers blend | Q |
Or matin orisons to Mary pald | Q |
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Years roll on years to ages ages yield | Q |
Abbots to abbots in a line succeed | Q |
Religion's charter their protecting shield | Q |
Till royal sacrilege their doom decreed | Q |
One holy HENRY rear'd the Gothic walls | S |
And bade the pious inmates rest in peace | T |
Another HENRY the kind gift recalls | S |
And bids devotion's hallow'd echos cease | T |
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Vain is each threat or supplicating prayer | U |
He drives them exiles from their blest abode | Q |
To roam a dreary world in deep despair | U |
No friend no home no refuge but their God | Q |
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Hark how the hall resounding to the strain | A |
Shakes with the martial music's novel din | A |
The heralds of a warrior's haughty reign | A |
High crested banners wave thy wails within | A |
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Of changing sentinels the distant hum | J |
The mirth of feasts the clang of burnish'd arms | V |
The braying trumpet and the hoarser drum | J |
Unite in concert with increased alarms | V |
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An abbey once a regal fortress now | A |
Encircled by insulting rebel powers | W |
War's dread machines o'erhang thy threat'ning brow | A |
And dart destruction in sulphureous showers | W |
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Ah vain defence the hostile traitor's siege | X |
Though oft repulsed by guile o'er comes the brave | Y |
His thronging foes oppress the faithful liege | X |
Rebellion's reeking standards o'er him wave | Y |
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Not unavenged the raging baron yields | Z |
The blood of traitors smears the purple plain | A |
Unconqu'r'd still his falchion there he wields | Z |
And days of glory yet for him remain | A |
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Still in that hour the warrior wish'd to strew | N |
Self gather'd laurel on a self sought grave | Y |
But Charles' protecting genius hither flew | N |
The monarch's friend the monarch's hope to save | Y |
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Trembling she snatch'd him ftom th' unequal strife | A2 |
In other fields the torrent to repel | B2 |
For nobler combats here reservedhis life | A2 |
To lead the hand where godlike FALKLAND fell | B2 |
From thee poor pile to lawless plunder given | A |
While dying groans their painful requiem sound | Q |
Far different incense now ascends to heaven | A |
Such victims wallow on the gory ground | Q |
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There many a pale and ruthless robber's corse | C2 |
Noisome and ghast defiles thy sacred sod | Q |
O'er mingling man and horse commix'd with horse | C2 |
Corruption's heap the savage spoilers trod | Q |
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Graves long with rank and sighing weeds o'erspread | Q |
Ransack'd resign perforce their mortal mould | Q |
From ruffian fangs escape not e'en the dead | Q |
Raked from repose in search of buried gold | Q |
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Hush'd is the harp unstrung the warlike lyre' | N |
The minstrel's palsied hand reclines in death | D2 |
No more he strikes the quivering chords with fire | N |
Or sings the glories of the martial wreath | E2 |
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At length the sated murderers gorged with prey | N |
Retire the clamour of the fight is o'er | N |
Silence again resumes her awful sway | N |
And sable Horror guards the massy door | N |
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Here Desolation holds her dreary court | Q |
What satellites declare her dismal reign | A |
Shrieking their dirge ill omen'd birds resort | Q |
To flit their vigils in the hoary fane | A |
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Soon a new morn's restoring beams dispel | B2 |
The clouds of anarchy from Britain's skies | O |
The fierce usurper seeks his native hell | B2 |
And Nature triumphs as the tyrant dies | O |
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With storms she welcomes his expiring groans | F2 |
Whirlwinds responsive greet his labouring breath | D2 |
Earth shudders as her caves receive his bones | F2 |
Loathing the offering of so dark a death | D2 |
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The legal ruler now resumes the helm | J |
He guides through gentle seas the prow of state | Q |
Hope cheers with wonted smiles the peaceful realm | J |
And heals the bleeding wounds of wearied hate | Q |
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The gloomy tenants Newstead of thy cells | G2 |
Howling resign their violated nest | Q |
Again the master on his tenure dwells | G2 |
Enjoy'd from absence with enraptured zest | Q |
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Vassals within thy hospitable pale | H2 |
Loudly carousing bless their lord's return | A |
Culture again adorns the gladdening vale | H2 |
And matrons once lamenting cease to mourn | A |
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A thousand songs on tuneful echo float | Q |
Unwonted foliage mantles o'er the trees | I2 |
And hark the horns proclalm a mellow note | Q |
The hunters' cry hangs lengthening on the breeze | I2 |
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Beneath their coursers' hoofs the valleys shake | J2 |
What fears what anxious hopes attend the chase | K2 |
The dying stag seeks refuge in the lake | J2 |
Exulting shouts announce the finish'd race | K2 |
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Ah happy days too happy to endure | N |
Such simple sports our plain forefathers knew | N |
No splendid vices glitter'd to allure | N |
Their joys were many as their cares were few | N |
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From these descending sons to sires succeed | Q |
Time steals along and Death uprears the dart | Q |
Another chief impels the foaming steed | Q |
Another crowd pursue the panting hart | Q |
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Newstead what saddening change of scene is thine | A |
Thy yawning arch betokens slow decay | N |
The last and youngest of a noble line | A |
Now holds thy mouldering turrets in his sway | N |
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Deserted now he scans thy gray worn towers | W |
Thy vaults where dead of feudal ages sleep | L2 |
Thy cloisters pervious to the wintry showers | W |
These these he views and views them but to weep | L2 |
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Yet are his tears no emblem of regret | Q |
Cherish'd affection only bids them flow | M2 |
Pride hope and love forbid him to forget | Q |
But warm his bosom with irnpassion'd glow | M2 |
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Yet he prefers thee to the gilded domes | N2 |
Or gewgaw grottos of the vainly great | Q |
Yet lingers 'mid thy damp and mossy tombs | O2 |
Nor breathes a murmur 'gainst the will of fate | Q |
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Haply thy sun emerging yet may shine | A |
Thee to irradiate with meridian ray | N |
Hours splendid as the past may still be thine | A |
And bless thy future as thy former day | N |
George Gordon Byron
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