Mazelli: Canto Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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| He stood where the mountain moss outspread | B |
| Its smoothness beneath his dusky foot | B |
| The chestnut boughs above his head | B |
| Hung motionless and mute | B |
| There came not a voice from the wooded hill | C |
| Nor a sound from the shadowy glen | D |
| Save the plaintive song of the whip poor will | C |
| And the waterfall's dash and now and then | D |
| The night bird's mournful cry | A |
| Deep silence hung round him the misty light | B |
| Of the young moon silvered the brow of Night | B |
| Whose quiet spirit had flung her spell | E |
| O'er the valley's depth and the mountain's height | B |
| And breathed on the air till its gentle swell | E |
| Arose on the ear like some loved one's call | F |
| And the wide blue sky spread over all | F |
| Its starry canopy | G |
| And he seemed as the spirit of some chief | H |
| Whose grave could not give him rest | B |
| So deep was the settled hue of grief | H |
| On his manly front impressed | B |
| Yet his lips were compressed with a proud disdain | I |
| And his port was erect and high | A |
| Like the lips of a martyr who mocks at pain | I |
| As the port of a hero who scorns to fly | A |
| When his men have failed in fight | B |
| Who rather a thousand deaths would die | A |
| Than his fame should suffer blight | B |
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| II | A |
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| And who by kith and who by name | J |
| Is he that lone yet haughty one | K |
| By his high brow and eye of flame | J |
| I guess him old Ottalli's son | K |
| Ottalli whose proud name was here | L |
| In other times a sound of fear | M |
| The fleet of foot and strong of hand | B |
| Chief of his tribe lord of the land | B |
| The forest child of mind and soul | N |
| Too wild and free to brook control | N |
| In chase was none so swift as he | G |
| In battle none so brave and strong | O |
| To friends all love and constancy | G |
| But we to those who wrought him wrong | O |
| His arm would wage avenging strife | P |
| With bow and spear and bloody knife | P |
| Till he had taught his foes to feel | Q |
| How true his aim how keen his steel | Q |
| Now others hold the sway he held | B |
| His day and power have passed away | R |
| His goodly forests all are felled | B |
| And songs of mirth rise clear and gay | R |
| Chaunted by youthful voices where | S |
| His battle hymn once filled the air | S |
| Where blazed the lurid council fire | T |
| The village church erects its spire | U |
| And where the mystic war dance rang | V |
| With its confused discordant clang | V |
| While stern fierce lips with many a cry | A |
| For blood and vengeance filled the sky | A |
| Mild Mercy gentle as the dove | W |
| Proclaims her rule of peace and love | W |
| And of his true and faithful clan | X |
| Of child and matron maid and man | X |
| Of all he loved survives but one | K |
| His earliest and his only son | K |
| That son's sole heritage his fame | J |
| His strength his likeness and his name | J |
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| III | A |
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| And thus from varying year to year | M |
| The youthful chief has lingered here | L |
| Chief why is he so nobly named | B |
| How many warriors at his call | F |
| By Arcouski's breath inflamed | B |
| Would with him fight and for him fall | F |
| Of all his father's warrior throng | O |
| Remains not one whose lip could now | Y |
| Rehearse with him the battle song | O |
| Whose hand could bend the hostile bow | Y |
| And yet no weak complaining word | B |
| From his stern lip is ever heard | B |
| And his bright eye so black and clear | M |
| Is never moistened by a tear | S |
| Of quiet mien and mournful mood | B |
| He lives a stoic of the wood | B |
| Gliding about from place to place | Z |
| With noiseless step and steady pace | Z |
| Haunting each fountain glen and grot | B |
| Like the lone Genius of the spot | B |
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| IV | W |
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| And this was he who standing there | S |
| Seemed as an image of Despair | S |
| Which agony's convulsive strife | W |
| Had quickened into breathing life | W |
| The writhing lip the brow all wet | B |
| With Pain's cold clammy deathlike sweat | B |
| The hand that with unconscious clasp | A2 |
| Strained his keen dagger in its grasp | A2 |
| The eye that lightened with the blaze | B2 |
| Of frenzied Passion's maniac gaze | B2 |
| The nervous shuddering thrill which came | J |
| At intervals along his frame | J |
| The tremulously heaving breast | B |
| These signs the inward storm confessed | B |
| Yet through those signs of wo there broke | C2 |
| Flashes of fearless thought which spoke | C2 |
| A soul within whose haughty will | C |
| Would wrestle with immortal ill | C |
| And only quit the strife when fate | B |
| Its being should annihilate | B |
| Silent he stood until the breeze | D2 |
| Bore from his lips some words like these | D2 |
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| V | W |
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| The words I speak are no complaint | B |
| And if I breathe out my despair | S |
| It is not that my heart grows faint | B |
| Or shrinks from what 'tis doomed to bear | S |
| Though every sorrow which may shake | E2 |
| Or rend man's heart should pierce my own | F2 |
| Their strength united should not make | E2 |
| My lip breathe one complaining tone | F2 |
| If I must suffer it shall be | W |
| With a firm heart a soul elate | B |
| A wordless scorn which silently | W |
| Shall mock the stern decrees of fate | B |
| The weak might bend the timid shrink | G2 |
| Until misfortune's storm blew by | A |
| But I a chieftain's son should drink | G2 |
| Its proffered cup without a sigh | A |
| And it will scarcely to my lip | H2 |
| Seem harsher than yon fountain's flow | I2 |
| For I have held companionship | H2 |
| With Misery from my youth till now | Y |
| Have felt by turns each pang each care | S |
| Her hapless sons are doomed to bear | S |
| I caught my mother's parting breath | J2 |
| When passed she to the spirit land | B |
| And from the fatal field of death | J2 |
| Where leading on his fearless band | B |
| With fiery and resistless might | B |
| He fell though victor in the fight | B |
| Pierced by the arrow of some foe | I2 |
| I saw my father's spirit go | I2 |
| And I have seen his warrior men | D |
| From mountain valley hill and glen | D |
| Departing one by one since then | D |
| As from the dry and withered spray | R |
| The wilted leaves are blown away | R |
| Upon some windy autumn day | R |
| I only I am left to be | W |
| The last leaf of the blighted tree | W |
| Which the first wind that through the sky | A |
| Goes carelessly careering by | A |
| Will in its wild unheeded mirth | K2 |
| Rend from its hold and dash to earth | K2 |
| Thus here alone have I remained | B |
| An outcast where I should have reigned | B |
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| VI | A |
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| How shall I to myself alone | F2 |
| The weakness of my bosom own | F2 |
| Why mindful of my fame and pride | B |
| When my brave brethren had died | B |
| Why with my friendly ready knife | W |
| Drew I not forth my useless life | W |
| Was it a coward fear of death | J2 |
| That bade me treasure up my breath | J2 |
| Or had life yet some genial ray | R |
| That wooed me in its warmth to stay | R |
| Had earth yet one whose smile could stir | T |
| My spirit with deep love for her | T |
| Yes though within me hope was dead | B |
| And wild Ambition's dreams were fled | B |
| Though o'er my blighted heart Despair | S |
| Desponded love still nestled there | S |
| Love how the pale faced scorner's lip | H2 |
| Would sneer to hear me name that name | J |
| Yet was it deep within my soul | N |
| A secret but consuming flame | J |
| Whose overruling mastership | H2 |
| Defied slow Reason's dull control | N |
| And felt for one of that vile race | Z |
| To whom my tribe had given place | Z |
| Was nursed in silence and in shame | J |
| Shame for the weakness of a heart | B |
| Yet bleeding from th' oppressor's blow | I2 |
| Which could bestow its better part | B |
| Upon the offspring of a foe | I2 |
| They the mean delvers of the soil | L2 |
| The wielders of the felling axe | M2 |
| Because we will not stoop to toil | L2 |
| Nor to its burdens bond our backs | M2 |
| Because we scorn Seduction's wiles | N2 |
| Her lying words and forged smiles | N2 |
| They the foul slaves of lust and gold | B |
| Say that our blood and hearts are cold | B |
| But ere the morrow's dawning light | B |
| Has climbed yon eastern craggy height | B |
| One whose fierce eye and haughty brow | Y |
| Are lit with pride and pleasure now | Y |
| Shall learn at point of my true steel | Q |
| How much the Red man's heart may feel | Q |
| How fearlessly he strikes the foe | I2 |
| When love and vengeance prompt the blow | I2 |
| Though scorned by him I know an art | B |
| Could stop the beatings of his heart | B |
| Ere his own lips could say 'Be still ' | - |
| A single arrow from my bow | Y |
| Bathed in the poisonous manchenille | I2 |
| Would in an instant lay him low | I2 |
| So deadly is the icy chill | I2 |
| With which the life blood it congeals | N2 |
| The wounded warrior scarcely feels | N2 |
| Its fatal touch ere he expire | U |
| But when Revenge would glut his ire | U |
| He stops not with immediate death | J2 |
| The current of his victim's breath | J2 |
| With gasp and intervening pause | N2 |
| The lifeblood from its source he draws | N2 |
| Marks in the crimson stream that flows | N2 |
| How near life verges to its close | N2 |
| And its last soul exhaling groan | F2 |
| To him is music's sweetest tone | F2 |
| And he whose fate it is to die | A |
| Ere Morning's banner flouts the sky | A |
| The eye shall see the arm shall know | I2 |
| That guides and deals th' avenging blow | I2 |
| And ere his spirit goes to rest | B |
| Right well his scornful heart shall learn | O2 |
| How fiercely in a savage breast | B |
| The flames of love and hate may burn | O2 |
| He spake and down the mountain's side | B |
| With quick impatient step he hied | B |
| Threading the forest's lonely gloom | P2 |
| A ruthless minister of doom | P2 |
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| VII | I2 |
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| 'Twas midnight calmly slept the Earth | K2 |
| And the mysterious eyes above | I2 |
| Gazed down with chastened looks of love | I2 |
| Not as when first they hymned her birth | K2 |
| With ardent songs of holy mirth | K2 |
| But mournfully serene and clear | M |
| As on some erring one we gaze | N2 |
| Whose feet have strayed from wisdom's ways | N2 |
| But who in error still is dear | M |
| Far o'er yon swiftly flowing stream | Q2 |
| Fair fell the young moon's silver beam | Q2 |
| And gazing on its restless sheen | R2 |
| Stood one whose garb and port and mien | R2 |
| Bespoke him of a foreign land | B |
| One born to win and hold command | B |
| The master mind the leading one | K |
| Where deeds of manly might were done | K |
| Yet by the hallowed glow that came | J |
| O'er lip and cheek o'er eye and brow | Y |
| He who beheld might guess that now | Y |
| His thoughts were not of wealth and fame | J |
| Whence could that veiling radiance shine | S2 |
| Save from Affection's holy shrine | S2 |
| And this was he who from afar | T2 |
| Had come to bear away his bride | B |
| And love had been the guiding star | T2 |
| That lit him o'er the trackless tide | B |
| To morrow on its sunny wing | U2 |
| My bridal hour soon shall bring | U2 |
| And those bright orbs which o'er me shed | B |
| Such gentle radiance from on high | I2 |
| Shall shine upon my nuptial bed | B |
| When next they walk along the sky | I2 |
| what are all the pomps of earth | K2 |
| Of honour glory greatness worth | K2 |
| Beside the bliss which Love confers | N2 |
| Upon his humblest followers | N2 |
| He said and from the river turned | B |
| An eye that with fierce hatred burned | B |
| Met his and this reply was made | B |
| Thou haughty one shalt be a shade | B |
| Ere dawns the coming morrow's sun | K |
| Then ere the point he could evade | B |
| He felt the sharp steel pierce his breast | B |
| While he who the foul deed had done | K |
| Stood calmly by and saw him sink | G2 |
| In death beside the water's brink | G2 |
| Saw gush by gush the crimson blood | B |
| Pour out and mingle with the flood | B |
| Then drew his dagger from its rest | B |
| And gazing on its fearful hue | V2 |
| Said Thou hast yet one task to do | V2 |
| He who death wounded welters there | S |
| Came hither o'er the deep to bear | S |
| Far off from her paternal nest | B |
| The white dove I have watched so long | O |
| The falcon's wing was bold and strong | O |
| Yet thou hast stayed him in his flight | B |
| Strike one more blow and thou to night | B |
| May'st rest then laid his bosom bare | S |
| And buried deep the dagger there | S |
| And by his victim's lifeless trunk | W2 |
| Without a sigh or groan he sunk | W2 |
George W. Sands
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