The Island - Canto The Third. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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The fight was o'er the flashing through the gloom | B |
Which robes the cannon as he wings a tomb | B |
Had ceased and sulphury vapours upward driven | C |
Had left the Earth and but polluted Heaven | C |
The rattling roar which rung in every volley | D |
Had left the echoes to their melancholy | D |
No more they shrieked their horror boom for boom | B |
The strife was done the vanquished had their doom | B |
The mutineers were crushed dispersed or ta'en | E |
Or lived to deem the happiest were the slain | F |
Few few escaped and these were hunted o'er | G |
The isle they loved beyond their native shore | H |
No further home was theirs it seemed on earth | I |
Once renegades to that which gave them birth | I |
Tracked like wild beasts like them they sought the wild | J |
As to a Mother's bosom flies the child | J |
But vainly wolves and lions seek their den | E |
And still more vainly men escape from men | E |
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II | A |
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Beneath a rock whose jutting base protrudes | K |
Far over Ocean in its fiercest moods | K |
When scaling his enormous crag the wave | L |
Is hurled down headlong like the foremost brave | L |
And falls back on the foaming crowd behind | M |
Which fight beneath the banners of the wind | M |
But now at rest a little remnant drew | N |
Together bleeding thirsty faint and few | N |
But still their weapons in their hands and still | O |
With something of the pride of former will | O |
As men not all unused to meditate | P |
And strive much more than wonder at their fate | P |
Their present lot was what they had foreseen | Q |
And dared as what was likely to have been | R |
Yet still the lingering hope which deemed their lot | S |
Not pardoned but unsought for or forgot | S |
Or trusted that if sought their distant caves | K |
Might still be missed amidst the world of waves | K |
Had weaned their thoughts in part from what they saw | K |
And felt the vengeance of their country's law | K |
Their sea green isle their guilt won Paradise | K |
No more could shield their Virtue or their Vice | K |
Their better feelings if such were were thrown | T |
Back on themselves their sins remained alone | T |
Proscribed even in their second country they | U |
Were lost in vain the World before them lay | U |
All outlets seemed secured Their new allies | K |
Had fought and bled in mutual sacrifice | K |
But what availed the club and spear and arm | V |
Of Hercules against the sulphury charm | V |
The magic of the thunder which destroyed | W |
The warrior ere his strength could be employed | W |
Dug like a spreading pestilence the grave | L |
No less of human bravery than the brave | L |
Their own scant numbers acted all the few | N |
Against the many oft will dare and do | N |
But though the choice seems native to die free | D |
Even Greece can boast but one Thermopyl | U |
Till now when she has forged her broken chain | F |
Back to a sword and dies and lives again | E |
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III | A |
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Beside the jutting rock the few appeared | X |
Like the last remnant of the red deer's herd | Y |
Their eyes were feverish and their aspect worn | Z |
But still the hunter's blood was on their horn | Z |
A little stream came tumbling from the height | A2 |
And straggling into ocean as it might | A2 |
Its bounding crystal frolicked in the ray | U |
And gushed from cliff to crag with saltless spray | U |
Close on the wild wide ocean yet as pure | B2 |
And fresh as Innocence and more secure | B2 |
Its silver torrent glittered o'er the deep | C2 |
As the shy chamois' eye o'erlooks the steep | C2 |
While far below the vast and sullen swell | U |
Of Ocean's alpine azure rose and fell | U |
To this young spring they rushed all feelings first | D2 |
Absorbed in Passion's and in Nature's thirst | D2 |
Drank as they do who drink their last and threw | N |
Their arms aside to revel in its dew | N |
Cooled their scorched throats and washed the gory stains | K |
From wounds whose only bandage might be chains | K |
Then when their drought was quenched looked sadly round | E2 |
As wondering how so many still were found | E2 |
Alive and fetterless but silent all | U |
Each sought his fellow's eyes as if to call | U |
On him for language which his lips denied | F2 |
As though their voices with their cause had died | F2 |
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IV | N |
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Stern and aloof a little from the rest | G2 |
Stood Christian with his arms across his chest | G2 |
The ruddy reckless dauntless hue once spread | H2 |
Along his cheek was livid now as lead | H2 |
His light brown locks so graceful in their flow | U |
Now rose like startled vipers o'er his brow | I2 |
Still as a statue with his lips comprest | H2 |
To stifle even the breath within his breast | H2 |
Fast by the rock all menacing but mute | H2 |
He stood and save a slight beat of his foot | H2 |
Which deepened now and then the sandy dint | H2 |
Beneath his heel his form seemed turned to flint | H2 |
Some paces further Torquil leaned his head | H2 |
Against a bank and spoke not but he bled | H2 |
Not mortally his worst wound was within | R |
His brow was pale his blue eyes sunken in | R |
And blood drops sprinkled o'er his yellow hair | J2 |
Showed that his faintness came not from despair | J2 |
But Nature's ebb Beside him was another | G |
Rough as a bear but willing as a brother | G |
Ben Bunting who essayed to wash and wipe | K2 |
And bind his wound then calmly lit his pipe | K2 |
A trophy which survived a hundred fights | K |
A beacon which had cheered ten thousand nights | K |
The fourth and last of this deserted group | L2 |
Walked up and down at times would stand then stoop | L2 |
To pick a pebble up then let it drop | M2 |
Then hurry as in haste then quickly stop | M2 |
Then cast his eyes on his companions then | E |
Half whistle half a tune and pause again | E |
And then his former movements would redouble | U |
With something between carelessness and trouble | U |
This is a long description but applies | K |
To scarce five minutes passed before the eyes | K |
But yet what minutes Moments like to these | K |
Rend men's lives into immortalities | K |
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V | N |
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At length Jack Skyscrape a mercurial man | N2 |
Who fluttered over all things like a fan | N2 |
More brave than firm and more disposed to dare | J2 |
And die at once than wrestle with despair | J2 |
Exclaimed G d damn those syllables intense | K |
Nucleus of England's native eloquence | K |
As the Turk's Allah or the Roman's more | H |
Pagan Proh Jupiter was wont of yore | H |
To give their first impressions such a vent | H2 |
By way of echo to embarrassment fq | O2 |
Jack was embarrassed never hero more | H |
And as he knew not what to say he swore | H |
Nor swore in vain the long congenial sound | H2 |
Revived Ben Bunting from his pipe profound | H2 |
He drew it from his mouth and looked full wise | K |
But merely added to the oath his eyes | K |
Thus rendering the imperfect phrase complete | H2 |
A peroration I need not repeat | H2 |
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VI | N |
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But Christian of a higher order stood | H2 |
Like an extinct volcano in his mood | H2 |
Silent and sad and savage with the trace | K |
Of passion reeking from his clouded face | K |
Till lifting up again his sombre eye | N |
It glanced on Torquil who leaned faintly by | N |
And is it thus he cried unhappy boy | P2 |
And thee too thee my madness must destroy | P2 |
He said and strode to where young Torquil stood | H2 |
Yet dabbled with his lately flowing blood | H2 |
Seized his hand wistfully but did not press | K |
And shrunk as fearful of his own caress | K |
Enquired into his state and when he heard | H2 |
The wound was slighter than he deemed or feared | H2 |
A moment's brightness passed along his brow | I2 |
As much as such a moment would allow | I2 |
Yes he exclaimed we are taken in the toil | U |
But not a coward or a common spoil | U |
Dearly they have bought us dearly still may buy | N |
And I must fall but have you strength to fly | N |
'Twould be some comfort still could you survive | N |
Our dwindled band is now too few to strive | N |
Oh for a sole canoe though but a shell | U |
To bear you hence to where a hope may dwell | U |
For me my lot is what I sought to be | N |
In life or death the fearless and the free | N |
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VII | N |
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Even as he spoke around the promontory | N |
Which nodded o'er the billows high and hoary | N |
A dark speck dotted Ocean on it flew | N |
Like to the shadow of a roused sea mew | N |
Onward it came and lo a second followed | H2 |
Now seen now hid where Ocean's vale was hollowed | H2 |
And near and nearer till the dusky crew | N |
Presented well known aspects to the view | N |
Till on the surf their skimming paddles play | U |
Buoyant as wings and flitting through the spray | U |
Now perching on the wave's high curl and now | I2 |
Dashed downward in the thundering foam below | U |
Which flings it broad and boiling sheet on sheet | H2 |
And slings its high flakes shivered into sleet | H2 |
But floating still through surf and swell drew nigh | N |
The barks like small birds through a lowering sky | N |
Their art seemed nature such the skill to sweep | C2 |
The wave of these born playmates of the deep | C2 |
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VIII | N |
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And who the first that springing on the strand | H2 |
Leaped like a Nereid from her shell to land | H2 |
With dark but brilliant skin and dewy eye | N |
Shining with love and hope and constancy | N |
Neuha the fond the faithful the adored | H2 |
Her heart on Torquil's like a torrent poured | H2 |
And smiled and wept and near and nearer clasped | H2 |
As if to be assured 'twas him she grasped | H2 |
Shuddered to see his yet warm wound and then | E |
To find it trivial smiled and wept again | E |
She was a warrior's daughter and could bear | N |
Such sights and feel and mourn but not despair | N |
Her lover lived nor foes nor fears could blight | H2 |
That full blown moment in its all delight | H2 |
Joy trickled in her tears joy filled the sob | Q2 |
That rocked her heart till almost heard to throb | Q2 |
And Paradise was breathing in the sigh | N |
Of Nature's child in Nature's ecstasy | N |
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IX | N |
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The sterner spirits who beheld that meeting | O2 |
Were not unmoved who are when hearts are greeting | O2 |
Even Christian gazed upon the maid and boy | P2 |
With tearless eye but yet a gloomy joy | P2 |
Mixed with those bitter thoughts the soul arrays | N |
In hopeless visions of our better days | N |
When all's gone to the rainbow's latest ray | U |
And but for me he said and turned away | U |
Then gazed upon the pair as in his den | E |
A lion looks upon his cubs again | E |
And then relapsed into his sullen guise | N |
As heedless of his further destinies | N |
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X | N |
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But brief their time for good or evil thought | H2 |
The billows round the promontory brought | H2 |
The plash of hostile oars Alas who made | H2 |
That sound a dread All around them seemed arrayed | H2 |
Against them save the bride of Toobonai | E |
She as she caught the first glimpse o'er the bay | U |
Of the armed boats which hurried to complete | H2 |
The remnant's ruin with their flying feet fr | U |
Beckoned the natives round her to their prows | N |
Embarked their guests and launched their light canoes | N |
In one placed Christian and his comrades twain | E |
But she and Torquil must not part again | E |
She fixed him in her own Away away | U |
They cleared the breakers dart along the bay | U |
And towards a group of islets such as bear | U |
The sea bird's nest and seal's surf hollowed lair | U |
They skim the blue tops of the billows fast | H2 |
They flew and fast their fierce pursuers chased | H2 |
They gain upon them now they lose again | E |
Again make way and menace o'er the main | E |
And now the two canoes in chase divide | H2 |
And follow different courses o'er the tide | H2 |
To baffle the pursuit Away away | U |
As Life is on each paddle's flight to day | U |
And more than Life or lives to Neuha Love | N |
Freights the frail bark and urges to the cove | N |
And now the refuge and the foe are nigh | N |
Yet yet a moment Fly thou light ark fly | N |
George Gordon Byron
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