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The Misanthrope Reclaimed - Act Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Scene I Near the place of the damned Enter Werner and Spirit	A
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Werner	B
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What piercing stunning sounds assail my ear	C
Wild shrieks and wrathful curses groans and prayers	D
A chaos of all cries making the space	E
Through which they penetrate to flutter like	F
The heart of a trapped hare are revelling round us	G
Unlike the gloomy realm we just have quitted	A
Silent and solemn all is restless here	C
All wears the ashy hue of agony	H
Above us bends a black and starless vault	A
Which ever echoes back the fearful voices	I
That rise from the abodes of wo beneath	J
Around us grim browed desolation broods	I
While far below a sea of pale gray clouds	I
Like to an ocean tempest beaten boils	I
Whither shall we direct our journey now	K
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Spirit	A
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Right down through yon abyss of boiling clouds	I
If though hast courage to attempt the plunge	L
Our pathless way must be A moment more	M
And we shall stand where angels seldom stand	A
And devils almost pity when they stand	A
Behold	A
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Werner	B
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Eternal God	A
Whose being is of love whose band is pow'r	N
Whose breath is life whose noblest attribute	A
The one most worthy of thyself is mercy	I
Were these of thine immortal will conceived	A
Has thy hand shaped them out the forms they wear	O
Has thy breath made them quick with breathing life	P
And is thy mercy to their wailings deaf	Q
Poor creatures I bad deemed that in my breast	A
Grief had congealed the hidden fount of tears	I
But ye have drawn them from their frozen source	I
And I do weep for you	R
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Spirit	A
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What moves thee thus	I
I thought thy heart so steeled in hardihood	A
Of universal hate and pride and scorn	S
That even were the woes which thou dost here	C
Behold endured by others heaped on thee	I
Thy haughty soul unmoved would feel them all	T
Accounting its development of strength	U
To bear the worst decrees of ruthless fate	A
Sufficient recompense	I
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Werner	B
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Misdeem me not	A
If I have wept involuntary tears	I
O'er pangs beyond my pow'r to mitigate	A
Believe me 'twas in pity not in fear	V
But tell me Spirit is all hope extinct	A
In those who here sojourn or do they look	W
Yet forward to some blest millennial day	A
Which shall redeem them from this horrid place	I
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Spirit	A
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Best ask your theologians that question	X
Some say that there are places purgatorial	T
Where Error pays the price of her transgressions	I
In sufferings that efface the effects of sin	Y
And other some declare that when the soul	T
And clay are parted heaven seals the doom	Z
Of both beyond repeal Let thy own mind	A
Sit arbiter 'twixt these and choose the truth	A2
Mark what approaches us and mark it well	T
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Werner	B
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I cannot turn my gaze from it and yet	A
It makes the warm blood curdle in my veins	I
Than it hell cannot hold a fouler form	B2
A thing of more unholy loathsomeness	I
Its heavy eyes are dim and bleared with blood	A
Its jaws by strong convulsions fiercely worked	A
Are clogged and clotted with mixed gore and foam	C2
A nauseous stench its filthy shape exhales	I
And through its heaving bosom you may mark	D2
The constant preying of a quenchless flame	E2
That gnaws its heartstrings while a harsh quick moan	F2
Of mingled wrath and madness and despair	O
Perpetually issues from its lips	I
And with unequal but unceasing steps	I
It chases through the hot sulphureous gloom	Z
A mocking phantom fair as it is foul	T
With naked arms white breast and ebon locks	I
And big black eyes that dart the humid flame	E2
Which sets the heart ablaze and red moist lips	I
And checks as spotless as the falling flake	G2
Ere it has touched the earth and supple form	B2
Wherein is knit each grace of womanhood	A
In its perfection and with wanton looks	I
That speak the burning language of desire	B
It seems to woo its loathsome follower	B
Yet ever from his foul embraces flies	I
And on his brow his name is written Lust	A
Dismiss the spectre for it blasts my sight	A
And sears my brain with its dark hideousness	I
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Spirit	A
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'Tis gone look up and see what next appears	I
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Werner	B
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A frame which may be that of Hercules	I
It hath such giant members and its port	A
Is martial as e'er marked a Caesar's moving	H2
Its sandals are of brass its massive brow	K
Is helmeted in steel and in its hand	A
It bears a sword with which in idle strokes	I
It vainly beats the unresisting air	O
As if in battle with some phantom foe	I2
And at each blow it deals a strong fatality	I
Turns back its sword's keen point on its own breast	A
Which deep it gashes then in mournful tone	F2
It mutters o'er and o'er again these words	I
I fought for fame and won unending wo	I2
His agonies seem like himself immortal	T
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Spirit	A
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Justice is blameless of his sufferings	I
For many years his busy plotting brain	J2
Made discord out of union strife from peace	I
And set the nations warring till the earth	K2
Was crimson with the blood poured out for him	L2
He bears what he inflicted let him pass	I
And mark what follows him	L2
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Werner	B
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A goodly shape	M2
More fit to string and strike Apollo's lyre	N2
Than bear the shield or wield the sword of Mars	I
A broken harp suspended at his side	A
A faded garland wreathed about his brow	K
Tell what he was and still employ his care	O
With thin white hand that trembles at its task	O2
In vain he strives to bind the broken chords	I
And to their primal melody attune them	P2
In vain for to his efforts still replies	I
A boding strain of harsh discordant sound	A
And then with hot tears coursing down his cheeks	I
He lifts his faded wreath from his pale brow	K
And gazing on its withered leaves exclaims	I
For earthly fame I sung the songs of earth	K2
Forgetful of all higher holier themes	I
'Tis meet the meed I won should perish thus	I
Is not the justice which confines him here	C
Akin to cruelty for his sad heart	A
Seems as his earthly strains were full of softness	I
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Spirit	A
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Each thought and word and deed of mortal man	Q2
Is but a moral seed which in due season	X
Must bring forth fruit according to its kind	A
The soil wherein those seeds are sown is Time	R2
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Death is the reaper of the ripened harvest	A
The fruits are garnered in Eternity	I
To be or good or bad the spirit's food	A
If then our thoughts and words and deeds have been	Y
Of corrupt tendency or evil nature	B
What marvel if we feed on bitterness	I
What shadow next appears	I
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Werner	B
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An aged man	Q2
Lean framed and haggard visaged bowed beneath	J
The weight of years or worldly cares that press	I
Still heavier than the iron hand of time	R2
His tottering form is fearful to behold	A
If the fierce scourge which men on earth call famine	X
Could incarnate itself methinks 'twould choose	I
Just such a shape so worn and grim and gaunt	A
And wo begone of aspect Groping round	A
He gathers from the burning floor of hell	T
Some shining pebbles which his fond conceit	A
Transmutes to gold and these with constant care	O
He watches counting and recounting them	P2
Till suddenly a whirlwind sweeping by	S2
Bears with it all his fancied hoards away	A
Leaving him to renew his bootless task	O2
Which ever he renews with this complaint	A
Alas how speedily may wealth take wing	H2
And on his front his name is written Avarice	I
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Spirit	A
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There yet is in this shadowy land of shades	I
One form which I would have thee look upon	T2
Behold it cometh mark and scan it well	T
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Werner	B
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Never before in all my wanderings	I
Through earth or other regions where abide	A
Things now no more of earth have I beheld	A
Aught so profoundly mournful or so lone	F2
So dark a cloud o'erhangs his haggard brow	K
That where he turns a dunner murkier gloom	Z
Prevails along hell's blasting atmosphere	V
Surrounded by some goodly forms he moves	I
Forms bright as his is dark who each in turn	U2
Woo his acceptance of the gifts they proffer	B
Love stretches out his dimpled band wherein	Y
He holds his emblematic rose and Hope	V2
Bright Hope that might renew again the pulse	I
Of life within the frozen veins of Death	W2
Beckons him to the future and calm Faith	X2
Kindles beneath his eye her beacon blaze	I
Yet with such anguish as hell only holds	I
He turns him from all these and will not take	G2
Love's proffered rose lest 'neath its blushing leaves	I
Should lurk the stinging thorn of sly deceit	A
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Hope's smile to him is disappointment's signal	T
And the bright beacon Faith so kindly lights	I
To guide us o'er the treacherous sea of life	P
To him is but a cheat a mockery	I
An ignis fatuus kindled to mislead	A
And yet he seems as one who in his life	P
Had nursed bright dreams and cherished lofty aims	I
Had dreamed of love or wooed Ambition's smiles	I
Or to the sway of empires had aspired	A
Or higher still the sway of human hearts	I
Why gazest thou on me and not on him	L2
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Spirit	A
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To mark if in thine aspect I might not	A
Detect a consciousness that I thy own soul	T
Claimed brotherhood with his Thou too hast scoffed	A
At human love and hope and faith and truth	A2
Nursing within thy bosom pride and scorn	S
And rankling hate I till these at length became	E2
Fiends which thou could'st not master Thou art warned	A
Be wise and heed the warning Let us now	K
Return unto thy far off native orb	Y2
O'er which the rosy smile of morn is breaking	H2
Waking its teeming millions to renew	R
Their daily rounds of toil and strife and crime	R2
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Exeunt	A