Mazelli: Canto I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| Stay traveller stay thy weary steed | B |
| The sultry hour of noon is near | C |
| Of rest thy way worn limbs have need | B |
| Stay then and taste its sweetness here | D |
| The mountain path which thou hast sped | E |
| Is steep and difficult to tread | E |
| And many a farther step 'twill cost | F |
| Ere thou wilt find another host | G |
| But if thou scorn'st not humble fare | H |
| Such as the pilgrim loves to share | H |
| Not luxury's enfeebling spoil | I |
| But bread secured by patient toil | I |
| Then lend thine ear to my request | J |
| And be the old man's welcome guest | J |
| Thou seest yon aged willow tree | K |
| In all its summer pomp arrayed | L |
| 'Tis near wend thither then with me | K |
| My cot is built beneath its shade | L |
| And from its roots clear waters burst | M |
| To cool thy lip and quench thy thirst | M |
| I love it and if harm should come | N |
| To it I think that I should weep | O |
| 'Tis as a guardian of my home | P |
| So faithfully it seems to keep | O |
| Its watch above the spot where I | A |
| Have lived so long and mean to die | A |
| Come pardon me for prating thus | Q |
| But age you know is garrulous | Q |
| And in life's dim decline we hold | R |
| Thrice dear whate'er we loved of old | R |
| The stream upon whose banks we played | L |
| The forest through whose shades we strayed | L |
| The spot to which from sober truth | S |
| We stole to dream the dreams of youth | S |
| The single star of all Night's zone | T |
| Which we have chosen as our own | T |
| Each has its haunting memory | K |
| Of things which never more may be | K |
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| II | A |
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| Thus spake an aged man to one | U |
| Who manhood's race had just begun | U |
| His form of manhood's noblest length | V |
| Was strung with manhood's stoutest strength | V |
| And burned within his eagle eye | A |
| The blaze of tameless energy | K |
| Not tameless but untamed for life | W |
| Soon breaks the spirit with its strife | W |
| And they who in their souls have nursed | M |
| The brightest visions are the first | M |
| To learn how Disappointment's blight | X |
| Strips life of its illusive light | X |
| How dreams the heart has dearest held | Y |
| Are ever first to be dispelled | Y |
| How hope and power and love and fame | Z |
| Are each an idly sounding name | Z |
| A phantom a deceit a wile | A2 |
| That woos and dazzles to beguile | A2 |
| But time had not yet tutored him | B2 |
| The youth of hardy heart and limb | B2 |
| Who quickly drew his courser's bit | C2 |
| For though too haughty to submit | C2 |
| In strife for mastery with men | D2 |
| Yet to a prayer or a caress | E2 |
| His soul became all gentleness | Q |
| An infant's hand might lead him then | D2 |
| So answered he In sooth the way | F2 |
| My steed and I have passed to day | F2 |
| Is of such weary winding length | V |
| As sorely to have tried our strength | V |
| And I will bless the bread and salt | G2 |
| Of him who kindly bids me halt | G2 |
| Then springing lightly to the ground | H2 |
| His girth and saddle he unbound | H2 |
| And turning from the path aside | I2 |
| The steed and guest the host and guide | I2 |
| Sought where the old man's friendly door | J2 |
| Stood ever open to the poor | K2 |
| The poor for seldom came the great | L2 |
| Or rich the apers of their state | L2 |
| That simple rude abode to see | K |
| Or claim its hospitality | K |
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| III | A |
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| From where the hermit's cottage stood | M2 |
| Beneath its huge old guardian tree | K |
| The gazer's wand'ring eye might see | K |
| Where in its maze of field and wood | M2 |
| And stretching many a league away | F2 |
| A broad and smiling valley lay | F2 |
| Lay stilly calm and sweetly fair | H |
| As if Death had not entered there | H |
| As if its flowers so bright of bloom | N2 |
| Its birds so gay of song and wing | O2 |
| Would never lose their soft perfume | N2 |
| Would never never cease to sing | O2 |
| Fat flocks were in its glens at rest | J |
| Pure waters wandered o'er its breast | J |
| The sky was clear the winds were still | P2 |
| Rich harvests grew on every hill | P2 |
| The sun in mid day glory smiled | Q2 |
| And nature slumbered as a child | Q2 |
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| IV | W |
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| And now their rustic banquet done | U |
| And sheltered from the noontide sun | U |
| By the old willow's pleasant shade | L |
| The guest and host the scene surveyed | L |
| Marked how the mountain's mighty base | R2 |
| The valley's course was seen to trace | R2 |
| Marked how its graceful azure crest | J |
| Against the sky's blue arch was pressed | J |
| And how its long and rocky chain | S2 |
| Was parted suddenly in twain | S2 |
| Where through a chasm wide and deep | O |
| Potomac's rapid waters sweep | O |
| While rocks that press the mountain's brow | T2 |
| Nod o'er his waves far far below | U2 |
| Marked how those waves in one broad blaze | V2 |
| Threw back the sun's meridian rays | V2 |
| And flashing as they rolled along | W2 |
| Seemed all alive with light and song | W2 |
| Marked how green bower and garden showed | X2 |
| Where rose the husbandman's abode | X2 |
| And how the village walls were seen | Y2 |
| To glimmer with a silvery sheen | Y2 |
| Such as the Spaniard saw of yore | J2 |
| Hang over Tenuchtitlan's walls | Z2 |
| When maddened with the lust of gore | J2 |
| He came to desecrate her halls | Z2 |
| To fire her temples towers and thrones | Z2 |
| And turn her songs of peace to groans | Z2 |
| They gazed till from the hermit's eye | A |
| A tear stole slow and silently | K |
| A tear which Memory's hand had taken | U |
| From a deep fountain long congealed | A3 |
| A tear which showed how strongly shaken | U |
| The heart must be which thus revealed | A3 |
| Through time's dim shadows gathering fast | B3 |
| Its recollections of the past | B3 |
| Then as a sigh escaped his breast | J |
| Thus spake the hermit to his guest | J |
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| V | K |
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| Thou seest how fair a scene is here | D |
| It seems as if 'twere planned above | W |
| And fashioned from some happier sphere | C |
| To be the home of peace and love | W |
| Yet man too fond of strife to dwell | C3 |
| In meek contentment's calm repose | Z2 |
| Will turn an Eden to a hell | C3 |
| And triumph in his brother's woes | Z2 |
| And passion's lewd and lawless host | G |
| Delight to rave and revel most | G |
| Where generous Nature stamps and strews | Z2 |
| Her fairest forms and brightest hues | Z2 |
| And Discord here has lit her brand | D3 |
| And Hatred nursed her savage brood | E3 |
| And stern Revenge with crimson hand | D3 |
| Has written his foul deeds in blood | F3 |
| But those who loved and suffered then | D2 |
| Have given place to other men | D2 |
| Of all who live to me alone | T |
| The story of their fate is known | T |
| Give heed and I will tell it thee | K |
| Tho' mournful must the story be | K |
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| VI | A |
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| I mind as if 'twere yesterday | F2 |
| The hour when first I stood beside | I2 |
| The margin of yon rushing tide | I2 |
| And watched its wild waves in their play | F2 |
| These locks that now are thin and gray | F2 |
| Then clustered thick and dark as thine | G3 |
| And few had strength of arm like mine | G3 |
| Thou seest how many a furrow now | T2 |
| Time's hand hath ploughed athwart my brow | T2 |
| Well then it was without a line | G3 |
| And I had other treasures too | H3 |
| Of which 'tis useless now to vaunt | H3 |
| Friends who were kind and warm and true | H3 |
| A heart that danger could not daunt | H3 |
| A soul with wild dreams wildly stirred | H3 |
| And hope that had not been deferred | H3 |
| I cannot count how many years | Z2 |
| Have since gone by but toil and tears | Z2 |
| And the lone heart's deep agony | K |
| I feel have sadly altered me | K |
| Yet mourn I not the change for those | Z2 |
| I loved or scorned my friends or foes | Z2 |
| Have fallen and faded one by one | U |
| As time's swift current hurried by | A |
| Till I of all my kith alone | T |
| Am left to wait and wish to die | A |
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| VII | A |
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| How strong a hand hath Time Man rears | Z2 |
| And names his work immortal years | Z2 |
| Go by Behold where dwelt his pride | H3 |
| Stern Desolation's brood abide | H3 |
| The owl within his bower sits | Z2 |
| The lone bat through his chamber flits | Z2 |
| Where bounded by the buoyant throng | W2 |
| With measured step and choral song | W2 |
| The wily serpent winds along | W2 |
| While the Destroyer stalketh by | A |
| And smiles as if in mockery | K |
| How strong a band hath Time Love weaves | Z2 |
| His wreath of flowers and myrtle leaves | Z2 |
| Methinks his fittest crown would be | K |
| A chaplet from the cypress tree | K |
| With hope his breast is swelling high | A |
| And brightly beams his laughing eye | A |
| But soon his hopes are mixed with fears | Z2 |
| And soon his smiles are quenched in tears | Z2 |
| Then Disappointment's blighting breath | I3 |
| Breathes o'er him and he droops to death | I3 |
| While the Destroyer glideth by | A |
| And smiles as if in mockery | K |
| How strong a hand hath Time Fame wins | Z2 |
| The eager youth to her embrace | Z2 |
| With tameless ardour he begins | Z2 |
| And follows up the bootless race | Z2 |
| Ah bootless for as on he hies | Z2 |
| With equal speed the phantom flies | Z2 |
| Till youth and strength and vigour gone | J3 |
| He faints and sinks and dies unknown | T |
| While the Destroyer passeth by | A |
| And smiles as if in mockery | K |
| Gaze stranger on the scene below | U2 |
| 'Tis scarce a century ago | U2 |
| Since here abode another race | Z2 |
| The men of tomahawk and bow | T2 |
| The savage sons of war and chase | Z2 |
| Yet where ah where abide they now | T2 |
| Go search and see if thou canst find | H3 |
| One trace which they have left behind | H3 |
| A single mound or mossy grave | A |
| That holds the ashes of the brave | A |
| A single lettered stone to say | Z2 |
| That they have lived and passed away | Z2 |
| Men soon will cease to name their name | Z |
| Oblivion soon will quench their fame | Z |
| And the wild story of their fate | H3 |
| Will yet be subject of debate | H3 |
| 'Twixt antiquarians sage and able | K3 |
| Who doubt if it be truth or fable | K3 |
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| VIII | A |
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| I said I minded well the time | L3 |
| When first beside yon stream I stood | H3 |
| Then one interminable wood | H3 |
| In its unbounded breadth sublime | L3 |
| And in its loneliness profound | H3 |
| Spread like a leafy sea around | H3 |
| To one of foreign land and birth | M3 |
| Nursed 'mid the loveliest scenes of earth | M3 |
| But now from home and friends exiled | H3 |
| Such wilderness were doubly wild | H3 |
| I thought it so and scarce could I | A |
| My tears repress when standing by | A |
| The river's brink I thought of mine | G3 |
| Own native stream the glorious Rhine | G3 |
| For near to it with loving eye | A |
| My mother watched my infancy | K |
| Along its banks my childhood strayed | H3 |
| With its strong waves my boyhood played | H3 |
| And I could see in memory still | P2 |
| My father's cottage on the hill | P2 |
| With green vines trailing round and o'er | N3 |
| Wall roof and casement porch and door | J2 |
| Yet soon I learned yon stream to bless | Z2 |
| And love the wooded wilderness | Z2 |
| I could not then have told thee how | T2 |
| The change came o'er my heart but now | T2 |
| I know full well the charm that wrought | H3 |
| Into my soul the spell of thought | H3 |
| Of tender pensive thought which made | H3 |
| Me love the forest's deepest shade | H3 |
| And listen with delighted ear | D |
| To the low voice of waters near | C |
| As gliding gushing gurgling by | A |
| They utter their sweet minstrelsy | Z2 |
| I scarce need give that charm a name | Z |
| Thy heart I know hath felt the same | Z |
| Ah where is mind or heart or soul | O3 |
| That has not bowed to its control | O3 |
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| IX | Z2 |
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| See where yon towering rocky ledge | P3 |
| Hangs jutting o'er the river's edge | P3 |
| There channelled dark and dull and deep | O |
| The lazy lagging waters sleep | O |
| Thence follow with thine eagle sight | H3 |
| A double stone's cast to the right | H3 |
| Mark where a white walled cottage stands | Z2 |
| Devised and reared by cunning hands | Z2 |
| A stately pile and fair to see | Z2 |
| The chisel's touch and pencil's trace | Z2 |
| Have blent for it a goodly grace | Z2 |
| And yet it much less pleaseth me | Z2 |
| Than did the simple rustic cot | H3 |
| Which occupied of yore that spot | H3 |
| For 'neath its humble shelter grew | H3 |
| The fairest flower that e'er drank dew | H3 |
| A lone exotic of the wood | H3 |
| The fairy of the solitude | H3 |
| Who dwelt amid its loneliness | Z2 |
| To brighten beautify and bless | Z2 |
| The summer sky's serenest blue | H3 |
| Would best portray her eye's soft hue | H3 |
| From her white brow were backward rolled | H3 |
| Long curls of mingled light and gold | H3 |
| The flush upon her cheek of snow | U2 |
| Had shamed the rose's harsher glow | U2 |
| And haughty love had haughtier grown | T |
| To own her breast his fairest throne | T |
| The eye that once behold her ne'er | H |
| Could lose her image firm and bright | H3 |
| All beautiful and pure and clear | C |
| 'Twas stamped upon th' enamoured sight | H3 |
| Unchangeable for ever fair | H |
| Above decay it lingered there | H |
| As it has lingered on mine own | T |
| These many years till it has grown | T |
| In its mysterious strength to be | Z2 |
| A portion of my soul and me | Z2 |
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| X | Z2 |
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| Not in the peopled solitude | H3 |
| Of cities does true love belong | W2 |
| For it is of A thoughtful mood | H3 |
| And thought abides not with the throng | W2 |
| Nor is it won by glittering wealth | Q3 |
| By cunning nor device of art | H3 |
| Unheralded by silent stealth | Q3 |
| It wins its way into the heart | H3 |
| And once the soul has known its dream | R3 |
| Thenceforth its empire is supreme | R3 |
| For heart and brain and soul and will | P2 |
| Are bowed by its subduing thrill | P2 |
| My love alas not born to bless | Z2 |
| Had birth in nature's loneliness | Z2 |
| And held at first as a sweet spell | C3 |
| It grew in strength till it became | Z |
| A spirit which I could not quell | C3 |
| A quenchless a volcanic flame | Z |
| Which without pause or time of rest | H3 |
| Must burn for ever in my breast | H3 |
| Yet how ecstatically sweet | H3 |
| Was its first soft tumultuous beat | H3 |
| I little thought that beat could be | Z2 |
| The harbinger of misery | Z2 |
| And daily when the morning beam | R3 |
| Dawned earliest on wood and stream | R3 |
| When from each brake and bush were heard | H3 |
| The hum of bee and chirp of bird | H3 |
| From these earth's matin songs my ear | D |
| Would turn a sweeter voice to hear | D |
| A voice whose tones the very air | H |
| Seemed trembling with delight to bear | H |
| From leafy wood and misty stream | R3 |
| From bush and brake and morning beam | R3 |
| Would turn away my wandering eye | A |
| A dearer object to descry | H |
| Till voice so sweet and form so bright | H3 |
| Grew part of hearing and of sight | H3 |
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| X | Z2 |
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| Yet my fond love I never told | H3 |
| But kept it as the miser keeps | Z2 |
| In his rude hut his hoarded heaps | Z2 |
| Of gleaming gems and glittering gold | H3 |
| Gloating in secret o'er the prize | Z2 |
| He fears to show to other eyes | Z2 |
| And so passed many months away | Z2 |
| Till once I heard a comrade say | Z2 |
| To morrow brings her bridal day | Z2 |
| Mazelli leaves the greenwood bower | H |
| Where she has grown its fairest flower | H |
| To bless with her bright sunny smile | A2 |
| A stranger from a distant isle | A2 |
| Whom love has lured across the sea | Z2 |
| O'er hill and glen through wood and wild | H3 |
| Far from his lordly home to be | Z2 |
| Lord of the forest's fairest child | H3 |
| It was as when a thunder peal | S3 |
| Bursts crashing from a cloudless sky | A |
| It caused my brain and heart to reel | S3 |
| And throb with speechless agony | Z2 |
| Yet when wild Passion's trance was o'er | H |
| And Thought resumed her sway once more | H |
| I breathed a prayer that she might be | Z2 |
| Saved from the pangs that tortured me | Z2 |
| That her young heart might never prove | A |
| The sting of unrequited love | A |
| My task I then again began | T3 |
| But ah how much an altered man | T3 |
| A single hour a few hot tears | Z2 |
| Had done the wasting work of years | Z2 |
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| XII | Z2 |
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| Nor was it I alone to whom | N2 |
| Those words had been as words of doom | N2 |
| By some malicious fiend rehearsed | H3 |
| Another one was standing by | A |
| With princely port and piercing eye | A |
| Of dusky cheek and brow and plume | N2 |
| I thought his heaving heart would burst | H3 |
| His labouring bosom's heave and swell | C3 |
| So strongly quickly rose and fell | C3 |
| A long bright blade hung at his side | H3 |
| Its keen and glittering edge he tried | H3 |
| He bore a bow and this he drew | H |
| To see if still its spring were true | H |
| But other sign could none be caught | H3 |
| Of what he suffered felt or thought | H3 |
| And then with firm and haughty stride | H3 |
| He turned away and left my side | H3 |
| I watched him as with rapid tread | H3 |
| Along the river's marge he sped | H3 |
| Till the still twilight's gathering gloom | N2 |
| Hid haughty form and waving plume | N2 |
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