Mazelli: Canto Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Mazelli: Canto Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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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