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 |
George W. Sands
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