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The Giaour: A Fragment Of A Turkish Tale Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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No breath of air to break the wave	A
That rolls below the Athenian's grave	A
That tomb which gleaming o'er the cliff	B
First greets the homeward veering skiff	B
High o'er the land he saved in vain	C
When shall such Hero live again	D
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Fair clime where every season smiles	E
Benignant o'er those bless d isles	E
Which seen from far Colonna's height	F
Make glad the heart that hails the sight	F
And lend to lonliness delight	F
There mildly dimpling Ocean's cheek	G
Reflects the tints of many a peak	G
Caught by the laughing tides that lave	A
These Edens of the Eastern wave	A
And if at times a transient breeze	H
Break the blue crystal of the seas	H
Or sweep one blossom from the trees	H
How welcome is each gentle air	I
That waves and wafts the odours there	I
For there the Rose o'er crag or vale	J
Sultana of the Nightingale	J
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The maid for whom his melody	K
His thousand songs are heard on high	L
Blooms blushing to her lover's tale	J
His queen the garden queen his Rose	M
Unbent by winds unchilled by snows	M
Far from winters of the west	N
By every breeze and season blest	N
Returns the sweets by Nature given	O
In soft incense back to Heaven	O
And gratefu yields that smiling sky	L
Her fairest hue and fragrant sigh	L
And many a summer flower is there	I
And many a shade that Love might share	I
And many a grotto meant by rest	N
That holds the pirate for a guest	N
Whose bark in sheltering cove below	P
Lurks for the pasiing peaceful prow	Q
Till the gay mariner's guitar	R
Is heard and seen the Evening Star	R
Then stealing with the muffled oar	S
Far shaded by the rocky shore	S
Rush the night prowlers on the prey	T
And turns to groan his roudelay	P
Strande that where Nature loved to trace	U
As if for Gods a dwelling place	U
And every charm and grace hath mixed	V
Within the Paradise she fixed	V
There man enarmoured of distress	W
Shoul mar it into wilderness	X
And trample brute like o'er each flower	Y
That tasks not one labourious hour	Y
Nor claims the culture of his hand	Z
To blood along the fairy land	Z
But springs as to preclude his care	I
And sweetly woos him but to spare	I
Strange that where all is Peace beside	A2
There Passion riots in her pride	A2
And Lust and Rapine wildly reign	C
To darken o'er the fair domain	C
It is as though the Fiends prevailed	B2
Against the Seraphs they assailed	B2
And fixed on heavenly thrones should dwell	P
The freed inheritors of Hell	P
So soft the scene so formed for joy	C2
So curst the tyrants that destroy	C2
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He who hath bent him o'er the dead	D2
Ere the first day of Death is fled	D2
The first dark day of Nothingness	X
The last of Danger and Distress	W
Before Decay's effacing fingers	E2
Have swept the lines where Beauty lingers	E2
And marked the mild angelic air	I
The rapture of Repose that's there	I
The fixed yet tender thraits that streak	G
The languor of the placid cheek	G
And but for that sad shrouded eye	L
That fires not wins not weeps not now	Q
And but for that chill changeless brow	Q
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Where cold Obstruction's apathy	K
Appals the gazing mourner's heart	F2
As if to him it could impart	F2
The doom he dreads yet dwells upon	G2
Yes but for these and these alone	H2
Some moments aye one treacherous hour	Y
He still might doubt the Tyrant's power	Y
So fair so calm so softly sealed	I2
The first last look by Death revealed	I2
Such is the aspect of his shore	S
'T is Greece but living Greece no more	S
So coldly sweet so deadly fair	I
We start for Soul is wanting there	I
Hers is the loveliness in death	J2
That parts not quite with parting breath	J2
But beauty with that fearful bloom	K2
That hue which haunts it to the tomb	K2
Expression's last receding ray	T
A gilded Halo hovering round decay	T
The farewell beam of Feeling past away	T
Spark of that flame perchance of heavenly birth	L2
Which gleams but warms no more its cherished earth	L2
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Clime of the unforgotten brave	A
Whose land from plain to mountain cave	A
Was Freedom s home or Glory's grave	A
Shrine of the mighty can it be	K
That this is all remains of thee	K
Approach thou craven crouching slave	A
Say is this not Thermopyl	P
These waters blue that round you lave	A
Of servile offspring of the free	K
Pronounce what sea what shore is this	M2
The gulf the rock of Salamis	H
These scenes their story yet unknown	H2
Arise and make again your own	H2
Snatch from the ashes of your Sires	N2
The embers of their former fires	E2
And he who in the strife expires	E2
Will add to theirs a name of fear	O2
That Tyranny shall quake to hear	P2
And leave his sons a hope a fame	Q2
They too will rather die than shame	Q2
For Freedom's battle once begun	O
Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son	O
Though baffled oft is ever won	O
Bear witness Greece thy living page	R2
Attest it many a deathless age	R2
While Kings in dusty darkness hid	S2
Have left a namesless pyramid	S2
Thy Heroes though the general doom	K2
Hath swept the column from their tomb	K2
A mightier monument command	Z
The mountains of thy native land	Z
There points thy Muse to stranger's eye	L
The graves of those that cannot die	L
'T were long to tell and sad to trace	U
Each step from Spledour to Disgrace	U
Enough no foreign foe could quell	P
Thy soul till from itself it fell	P
Yet Self abasement paved the way	T
To villain bonds and despot sway	T
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What can he tell who tread thy shore	S
No legend of thine olden time	T2
No theme on which the Muse might soar	S
High as thine own days of yore	S
When man was worthy of thy clime	T2
The hearts within thy valleys bred	D2
The fiery souls that might have led	D2
Thy sons to deeds sublime	T2
Now crawl from cradle to the Grave	A
Slaves nay the bondsmen of a Slave	A
And callous save to crime	T2
Stained with each evil that pollutes	U2
Mankind where least above the brutes	U2
Without even savage virtue blest	N
Without one free or valiant breast	N
Still to the neighbouring ports tey waft	V2
Proverbial wiles and ancient craft	W2
In this subtle Greek is found	X2
For this and this alown renowned	X2
In vain might Liberty invoke	Y2
The spirit to its bondage broke	Y2
Or raise the neck that courts the yoke	Y2
No more her sorrows I bewail	P
Yet this will be a mournful tale	P
And they who listen may believe	Z2
Who heard it first had cause to grieve	Z2
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Far dark along the blue sea glancing	A3
The shadows of the rocks advancing	A3
Start on the fisher's eye like boat	B3
Of island pirate or Mainote	B3
And fearful for his light ca que	C3
He shuns the near but doubtful creek	G
Though worn and weary with his toil	P
And cumbered with his scaly spoil	P
Slowly yet strongly plies the oar	S
Till Port Leone's safer shore	S
Receives him by the lovely light	B3
That best becomes an Eastern night	B3
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Who thundering comes on blackest steed	B3
With slackened bit and hoof of speed	B3
Beneath the clattering iron's sound	B3
The caverned echoes wake around	B3
In lash for lash and bound for bound	B3
The foam that streaks the courser's side	B3
Seems gathered from the ocean tide	B3
Though weary waves are sunk to rest	B3
There's none within his rider's breast	B3
And though tomorrow's tempest lower	Y
'Tis calmer than thy heart young Giaour	Y
I know thee not I loathe thy race	U2
But in thy lineaments I trace	U2
What time shall strengthen not efface	U2
Though young and pale that sallow front	B3
Is scathed by fiery passion's brunt	B3
Though bent on earth thine evil eye	L
As meteor like thou glidest by	L
Right well I view thee and deem thee one	O
Whom Othman's sons should slay or shun	O
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On on he hastened and he drew	Y
My gaze of wonder as he flew	Y
Though like a demon of the night	B3
He passed and vanished from my sight	B3
His aspect and his air impressed	B3
A troubled memory on my breast	B3
And long upon my startled ear	Y
Rung his dark courser's hoofs of fear	Y
He spurs his steed he nears the steep	D3
That jutting shadows o'er the deep	D3
He winds around he hurries by	L
The rock relieves him from mine eye	L
For well I ween unwelcome he	K
Whose glance is fixed on those that flee	K
And not a start that shines too bright	B3
On him who takes such timeless flight	B3
He wound along but ere he passed	B3
One glance he snatched as if his last	B3
A moment checked his wheeling steed	B3
A moment breathed him from his speed	B3
A moment on his stirrup stood	B3
Why looks he o'er the olive wood	B3
The crescent glimmers on the hill	P
The mosque's high lamps ar	Y