The Island - Canto The Third. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The fight was o'er the flashing through the gloomB
Which robes the cannon as he wings a tombB
Had ceased and sulphury vapours upward drivenC
Had left the Earth and but polluted HeavenC
The rattling roar which rung in every volleyD
Had left the echoes to their melancholyD
No more they shrieked their horror boom for boomB
The strife was done the vanquished had their doomB
The mutineers were crushed dispersed or ta'enE
Or lived to deem the happiest were the slainF
Few few escaped and these were hunted o'erG
The isle they loved beyond their native shoreH
No further home was theirs it seemed on earthI
Once renegades to that which gave them birthI
Tracked like wild beasts like them they sought the wildJ
As to a Mother's bosom flies the childJ
But vainly wolves and lions seek their denE
And still more vainly men escape from menE
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IIA
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Beneath a rock whose jutting base protrudesK
Far over Ocean in its fiercest moodsK
When scaling his enormous crag the waveL
Is hurled down headlong like the foremost braveL
And falls back on the foaming crowd behindM
Which fight beneath the banners of the windM
But now at rest a little remnant drewN
Together bleeding thirsty faint and fewN
But still their weapons in their hands and stillO
With something of the pride of former willO
As men not all unused to meditateP
And strive much more than wonder at their fateP
Their present lot was what they had foreseenQ
And dared as what was likely to have beenR
Yet still the lingering hope which deemed their lotS
Not pardoned but unsought for or forgotS
Or trusted that if sought their distant cavesK
Might still be missed amidst the world of wavesK
Had weaned their thoughts in part from what they sawK
And felt the vengeance of their country's lawK
Their sea green isle their guilt won ParadiseK
No more could shield their Virtue or their ViceK
Their better feelings if such were were thrownT
Back on themselves their sins remained aloneT
Proscribed even in their second country theyU
Were lost in vain the World before them layU
All outlets seemed secured Their new alliesK
Had fought and bled in mutual sacrificeK
But what availed the club and spear and armV
Of Hercules against the sulphury charmV
The magic of the thunder which destroyedW
The warrior ere his strength could be employedW
Dug like a spreading pestilence the graveL
No less of human bravery than the braveL
Their own scant numbers acted all the fewN
Against the many oft will dare and doN
But though the choice seems native to die freeD
Even Greece can boast but one ThermopylU
Till now when she has forged her broken chainF
Back to a sword and dies and lives againE
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Beside the jutting rock the few appearedX
Like the last remnant of the red deer's herdY
Their eyes were feverish and their aspect wornZ
But still the hunter's blood was on their hornZ
A little stream came tumbling from the heightA2
And straggling into ocean as it mightA2
Its bounding crystal frolicked in the rayU
And gushed from cliff to crag with saltless sprayU
Close on the wild wide ocean yet as pureB2
And fresh as Innocence and more secureB2
Its silver torrent glittered o'er the deepC2
As the shy chamois' eye o'erlooks the steepC2
While far below the vast and sullen swellU
Of Ocean's alpine azure rose and fellU
To this young spring they rushed all feelings firstD2
Absorbed in Passion's and in Nature's thirstD2
Drank as they do who drink their last and threwN
Their arms aside to revel in its dewN
Cooled their scorched throats and washed the gory stainsK
From wounds whose only bandage might be chainsK
Then when their drought was quenched looked sadly roundE2
As wondering how so many still were foundE2
Alive and fetterless but silent allU
Each sought his fellow's eyes as if to callU
On him for language which his lips deniedF2
As though their voices with their cause had diedF2
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IVN
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Stern and aloof a little from the restG2
Stood Christian with his arms across his chestG2
The ruddy reckless dauntless hue once spreadH2
Along his cheek was livid now as leadH2
His light brown locks so graceful in their flowU
Now rose like startled vipers o'er his browI2
Still as a statue with his lips comprestH2
To stifle even the breath within his breastH2
Fast by the rock all menacing but muteH2
He stood and save a slight beat of his footH2
Which deepened now and then the sandy dintH2
Beneath his heel his form seemed turned to flintH2
Some paces further Torquil leaned his headH2
Against a bank and spoke not but he bledH2
Not mortally his worst wound was withinR
His brow was pale his blue eyes sunken inR
And blood drops sprinkled o'er his yellow hairJ2
Showed that his faintness came not from despairJ2
But Nature's ebb Beside him was anotherG
Rough as a bear but willing as a brotherG
Ben Bunting who essayed to wash and wipeK2
And bind his wound then calmly lit his pipeK2
A trophy which survived a hundred fightsK
A beacon which had cheered ten thousand nightsK
The fourth and last of this deserted groupL2
Walked up and down at times would stand then stoopL2
To pick a pebble up then let it dropM2
Then hurry as in haste then quickly stopM2
Then cast his eyes on his companions thenE
Half whistle half a tune and pause againE
And then his former movements would redoubleU
With something between carelessness and troubleU
This is a long description but appliesK
To scarce five minutes passed before the eyesK
But yet what minutes Moments like to theseK
Rend men's lives into immortalitiesK
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VN
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At length Jack Skyscrape a mercurial manN2
Who fluttered over all things like a fanN2
More brave than firm and more disposed to dareJ2
And die at once than wrestle with despairJ2
Exclaimed G d damn those syllables intenseK
Nucleus of England's native eloquenceK
As the Turk's Allah or the Roman's moreH
Pagan Proh Jupiter was wont of yoreH
To give their first impressions such a ventH2
By way of echo to embarrassment fqO2
Jack was embarrassed never hero moreH
And as he knew not what to say he sworeH
Nor swore in vain the long congenial soundH2
Revived Ben Bunting from his pipe profoundH2
He drew it from his mouth and looked full wiseK
But merely added to the oath his eyesK
Thus rendering the imperfect phrase completeH2
A peroration I need not repeatH2
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But Christian of a higher order stoodH2
Like an extinct volcano in his moodH2
Silent and sad and savage with the traceK
Of passion reeking from his clouded faceK
Till lifting up again his sombre eyeN
It glanced on Torquil who leaned faintly byN
And is it thus he cried unhappy boyP2
And thee too thee my madness must destroyP2
He said and strode to where young Torquil stoodH2
Yet dabbled with his lately flowing bloodH2
Seized his hand wistfully but did not pressK
And shrunk as fearful of his own caressK
Enquired into his state and when he heardH2
The wound was slighter than he deemed or fearedH2
A moment's brightness passed along his browI2
As much as such a moment would allowI2
Yes he exclaimed we are taken in the toilU
But not a coward or a common spoilU
Dearly they have bought us dearly still may buyN
And I must fall but have you strength to flyN
'Twould be some comfort still could you surviveN
Our dwindled band is now too few to striveN
Oh for a sole canoe though but a shellU
To bear you hence to where a hope may dwellU
For me my lot is what I sought to beN
In life or death the fearless and the freeN
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Even as he spoke around the promontoryN
Which nodded o'er the billows high and hoaryN
A dark speck dotted Ocean on it flewN
Like to the shadow of a roused sea mewN
Onward it came and lo a second followedH2
Now seen now hid where Ocean's vale was hollowedH2
And near and nearer till the dusky crewN
Presented well known aspects to the viewN
Till on the surf their skimming paddles playU
Buoyant as wings and flitting through the sprayU
Now perching on the wave's high curl and nowI2
Dashed downward in the thundering foam belowU
Which flings it broad and boiling sheet on sheetH2
And slings its high flakes shivered into sleetH2
But floating still through surf and swell drew nighN
The barks like small birds through a lowering skyN
Their art seemed nature such the skill to sweepC2
The wave of these born playmates of the deepC2
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And who the first that springing on the strandH2
Leaped like a Nereid from her shell to landH2
With dark but brilliant skin and dewy eyeN
Shining with love and hope and constancyN
Neuha the fond the faithful the adoredH2
Her heart on Torquil's like a torrent pouredH2
And smiled and wept and near and nearer claspedH2
As if to be assured 'twas him she graspedH2
Shuddered to see his yet warm wound and thenE
To find it trivial smiled and wept againE
She was a warrior's daughter and could bearN
Such sights and feel and mourn but not despairN
Her lover lived nor foes nor fears could blightH2
That full blown moment in its all delightH2
Joy trickled in her tears joy filled the sobQ2
That rocked her heart till almost heard to throbQ2
And Paradise was breathing in the sighN
Of Nature's child in Nature's ecstasyN
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The sterner spirits who beheld that meetingO2
Were not unmoved who are when hearts are greetingO2
Even Christian gazed upon the maid and boyP2
With tearless eye but yet a gloomy joyP2
Mixed with those bitter thoughts the soul arraysN
In hopeless visions of our better daysN
When all's gone to the rainbow's latest rayU
And but for me he said and turned awayU
Then gazed upon the pair as in his denE
A lion looks upon his cubs againE
And then relapsed into his sullen guiseN
As heedless of his further destiniesN
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But brief their time for good or evil thoughtH2
The billows round the promontory broughtH2
The plash of hostile oars Alas who madeH2
That sound a dread All around them seemed arrayedH2
Against them save the bride of ToobonaiE
She as she caught the first glimpse o'er the bayU
Of the armed boats which hurried to completeH2
The remnant's ruin with their flying feet frU
Beckoned the natives round her to their prowsN
Embarked their guests and launched their light canoesN
In one placed Christian and his comrades twainE
But she and Torquil must not part againE
She fixed him in her own Away awayU
They cleared the breakers dart along the bayU
And towards a group of islets such as bearU
The sea bird's nest and seal's surf hollowed lairU
They skim the blue tops of the billows fastH2
They flew and fast their fierce pursuers chasedH2
They gain upon them now they lose againE
Again make way and menace o'er the mainE
And now the two canoes in chase divideH2
And follow different courses o'er the tideH2
To baffle the pursuit Away awayU
As Life is on each paddle's flight to dayU
And more than Life or lives to Neuha LoveN
Freights the frail bark and urges to the coveN
And now the refuge and the foe are nighN
Yet yet a moment Fly thou light ark flyN

George Gordon Byron



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