The Misanthrope Reclaimed - Act Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CDEAFGHIJKLMNOPQRQS TUVGWTQXYZA2B2FBC2D2 D2E2F2G2H2ZI2J2K2L2M 2D2N2O2P2MD2 ZQ2 R2 K2S2J2M2T2 U2 D2D2V2W2X2CZY2T2M2Z2 A3 U2 B3D2C3D2D3E3F3A3G3H3 D2I3N2J3D2FJ2K3L3M3D 2WD2 Z C3T2D2CD2 N3 C3O3D2WAD2CD2D2P3Q3R 3D2D2O2D2M2D2S3BT2D2 D2 R2D2D2D2S3T3D2U3V3C D2 AA O3 ZZCCW3W3N2N2X3X3S2S2 O3 O3O3V3V3D2D2AACCS2S2 Y3 D2 D2 V3D2C3O3V3CZ3 C V3CA4V3 D2 V3D2MB4M2C4V3N2CS2D2 C D2 D2 D2M2V3CCV3W3V3D2C3D2 D4 C D2D2AD2 D2 CAE4YD4 D2 C V3 M2D2 C D2D2D2I3I3D3 V3 V3D2V3O3I3D2I3V3C C D2V3I3ZL2FV3D2CF4D2A D2D2V3D2D2V3D2D2M2CG 4V3CV3D2CG4D2CH4I3M2 CC V3 D2I3CC D2 V3 CCCCCC D2X3D2X3 CCCCCC D2Scene I A peak of the Alps Werner alone Time morning | A |
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Werner | B |
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How gloriously beautiful is earth | C |
In these her quiet unfrequented haunts | D |
To which except the timid chamois' foot | E |
Or venturous hunter's or the eagle's wing | A |
Naught from beneath ascends As yet the sun | F |
But darts his earliest rays of golden light | G |
Upon the summits of the tallest peaks | H |
Which robed in clouds and capped with glittering ice | I |
Soar proudly up and beam and blaze aloft | J |
As if they would claim kindred with the stars | K |
And they may claim such kindred for there is | L |
Within around and over them the same | M |
Supreme eternal all creating spirit | N |
Which glows and burns in every beaming orb | O |
That circles in immeasurable space | P |
Far as the eye can trace the mountain's crest | Q |
On either hand a gorgeous varied mass | R |
Of glowing cloud formed ranges are at rest | Q |
Reflecting back in every hue and tint | S |
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Purple and crimson orange and bright gold | T |
The sunny smile with which Morn hails the world | U |
Beneath me all is quiet yet and calm | V |
For the dim shadow of the silent night | G |
Still rests upon the valley still the flock | W |
Sleeps undisturbed within the guarded fold | T |
The lark yet slumbers in her lowly nest | Q |
The dew hangs heavy upon leaf and blade | X |
The gray mist still o'erveils the unruffled lake | Y |
And all is tranquil as an infant's sleep | Z |
Tranquil around me but not so within | A2 |
For in my breast a thousand restless thoughts | B2 |
Conflict in wild chaotical confusion | F |
Thoughts of long bygone years and things that were | B |
But are no more and thoughts that sternly strive | C2 |
To grapple with the mysteries I late | D2 |
Have looked upon for I since yesternight | D2 |
Have traversed the wide sea of space that rolls | E2 |
Between the shores of this and other worlds | F2 |
Have gazed upon and scanned those worlds or shades | G2 |
That wear the lineaments of such have seen | H2 |
The damned in their own place and marked the deep | Z |
Terrific retribution Error brings | I2 |
To such as are her votaries in life | J2 |
And now I feel how baseless was my hope | K2 |
That Peace the solitary boon I crave | L2 |
Might spring from knowledge Tis a fatal tree | M2 |
Which ever hath borne bitter fruit since first | D2 |
'Twas set in Paradise But I must seek | N2 |
The cottage of some honest mountaineer | O2 |
Who may afford me nurture and repose | P2 |
For I am weary both in mind and frame | M |
Exit | D2 |
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Scene II A chamber in the cottage of Manuel Albert asleep | Z |
Rebecca standing by his couch | Q2 |
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Rebecca | R2 |
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My boy my beautiful my dearest hope | K2 |
The garner where my trust of future joy | S2 |
Is treasured Heaven bless thee May thy life | J2 |
If it seem good to Him who gave it be | M2 |
Blest to the fulness of a mother's prayer | T2 |
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She stoops to kiss him and continues | U2 |
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How well his sleep portrays a quiet mind | D2 |
The embodied image of a sunny day | D2 |
A day without a cloud whose only voices | V2 |
Arise from sighing airs and whispering leaves | W2 |
And tell tale brooks that of their banks beseech | X2 |
A gift a wreath of their sweet flowers wherewith | C |
To soothe the angry Geni of the deep | Z |
And free glad birds that flit from bough to bough | Y2 |
And ring their songs of love in the clear air | T2 |
Till heaven is filled with gushing melody | M2 |
And the all glowing horizon becomes | Z2 |
A thing of life whose breath is sweetest music | A3 |
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Kisses him again and continues | U2 |
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His brow to me is as a spotless page | B3 |
Whereon is traced the story of my first | D2 |
And only love the bright and holy dream | C3 |
That stole into my bosom when beside | D2 |
The crystal stream that threads a neighbouring vale | D3 |
I and his father watched our fathers' flocks | E3 |
And he would lay aside his shepherd's pipe | F3 |
And in low words far sweeter than its music | A3 |
Talk of the sun and stars and gentle moon | G3 |
The earth and all its loveliness the trees | H3 |
And shrubs and flowers how these were all pervaded | D2 |
And quickened by the spirit of deep love | I3 |
Till by the frequent blush that tinged my cheek | N2 |
The light that would break from my downcast eyes | J3 |
And the quick beat of my too happy heart | D2 |
Emboldened he poured out his own pure passion | F |
On my enchanted ear Since then my life | J2 |
Has had no eras days and months and years | K3 |
Have all gone by uncounted in the full | L3 |
Deep fervent soul sufficing happiness | M3 |
Of all I prayed for panted for obtained | D2 |
But I must rouse him it is time his flock | W |
Should leave the fold and | D2 |
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The boy starts and murmurs in his sleep | Z |
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Down by yonder stream | C3 |
Where the green willows cluster thickest there | T2 |
They dwell 'Tis scarce so far as I could cast | D2 |
A pebble from my sling Seek it and they | C |
Will minister to thee what thou mayest need | D2 |
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He awakes and recognising his mother exclaims | N3 |
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Ah mother I have dreamed so strange a dream | C3 |
So strange and yet so palpable that I | O3 |
Believed it a reality Methought | D2 |
As closely followed by my bleating flock | W |
I climbed the rugged mountain side where spring | A |
Our greenest pastures singing as I went | D2 |
I met a lonely wanderer in my way | C |
Of brow so pale and eye so darkly sad | D2 |
That my own heart to sadness little used | D2 |
Grew heavy at the sight and he seemed worn | P3 |
And very weary not so much with toil | Q3 |
As by some hidden inward strife of soul | R3 |
Which even then seemed raging in his breast | D2 |
He stayed to question me where he might find | D2 |
The cottage of some honest mountaineer | O2 |
Where he might crave the boons of rest and food | D2 |
And mindful of the lesson taught by thee | M2 |
To give the hungry bread the weary rest | D2 |
I pointed him to where our cottage stands | S3 |
Assuring him that thou and my sweet sister | B |
Fair as aught earthly and as pure as fair | T2 |
Would entertain him as a welcome guest | D2 |
And so we parted | D2 |
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Rebecca | R2 |
Thou didst well to mind | D2 |
The lesson I so often have repeated | D2 |
It is our first of duties to give aid | D2 |
To those who beg for succour at our hands | S3 |
For we ourselves whatever we possess | T3 |
Are but the stewards of the bounteous Lord | D2 |
Who giveth to his creatures all good gifts | U3 |
But it is time that thou shouldst seek the hills | V3 |
So take thy crook and pipe and hie away | C |
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Exeunt | D2 |
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Scene III The side of a mountain Werner descending | A |
Enter a shepherd boy followed by his flock singing | A |
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I | O3 |
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When the Morning starts up from her couch on the deep | Z |
Where through the dim night hours she pillows her sleep | Z |
I start from my slumbers and hie me away | C |
Where the white torrent dashes its feathery spray | C |
I quaff the fresh stream as it bursts from the hill | W3 |
I pluck the fresh flowers that spring by the rill | W3 |
I watch the gray clouds as they curl round the peak | N2 |
That rises high over them barren and bleak | N2 |
And I think how the worldling who courts fortune's smile | X3 |
In his heart like that peak may be lonely the while | X3 |
And then my own heart sings aloud in its joy | S2 |
That Heaven has made me a free shepherd boy | S2 |
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II | O3 |
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When the horn of the hunter resounds from on high | O3 |
Where the tall giant ice cliffs ire piled to the sky | O3 |
Where shunning the verdure of valleys and dells | V3 |
The brave eagle builds and the shy chamois dwells | V3 |
I list to its gay tones as by me they float | D2 |
And I echo them merrily back note for note | D2 |
With the wild bird a song full as gladsome I sing | A |
I crown me with flowers and sit a crowned king | A |
My flock are my subjects my dog my vizier | C |
And my sceptre a mild one the crook that I bear | C |
No wants to perplex me no cares to annoy | S2 |
I live an unenvying free shepherdboy | S2 |
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Werner meets and addresses him | Y3 |
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Thou'rt merry lad | D2 |
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Albert | D2 |
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Ay I have cause to be so | V3 |
Aside | D2 |
It is the wanderer of my last night's dream | C3 |
The same pale brow and darkly mournful eye | O3 |
And weary gait and melancholy voice | V3 |
If he seeks friendly guidance food or shelter | C |
He shall not want them long | Z3 |
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Werner | C |
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So thou hast cause | V3 |
For merriment then thou perchance hast wealth | C |
Broad fruitful lands and tenements and all | A4 |
Which wealth confers | V3 |
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Albert | D2 |
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Nay I have none of these | V3 |
And yet have more than all which thou hast named | D2 |
I have a father whose unsullied name | M |
No tongue has ever spoken with reproach | B4 |
A mother whose idea is with me | M2 |
A holy thing and a dear sister who | C4 |
Is fair as pure and pure as is the snow | V3 |
Upon the summit of the tallest peak | N2 |
Of these my native mountains I have health | C |
And strength and food and raiment and employ | S2 |
And should I not then have a joyous heart | D2 |
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Werner | C |
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Yea verily thou shouldst | D2 |
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Albert | D2 |
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And there is yet | D2 |
Among the blessings Heaven has given to me | M2 |
One which I have not named to thee it is | V3 |
An humble home whose hospitable door | C |
Was never closed against the wayfarer | C |
If thou hast need of aught which it affords | V3 |
Seek it my mother and my sister will | W3 |
Delight to minister unto thy wants | V3 |
There where the wide armed willows cluster thickest | D2 |
Upon the green banks of yon crystal stream | C3 |
Our cottage stands The path to it is short | D2 |
And easily traversed so now farewell | D4 |
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Werner | C |
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Stay yet a moment That which thou hast proffered | D2 |
Is what I sought Thou hast a noble heart | D2 |
One fit to fill the bosom of a king | A |
I fain would give thee guerdon here is gold | D2 |
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Albert | D2 |
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Keep it for those who covet it If ever | C |
Thou meet'st with one bowed down by suffering | A |
Who calls on thee for pity and relief | E4 |
Then if thou heed'st his prayer for my sake | Y |
I shall be well repaid Again farewell | D4 |
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Exeunt | D2 |
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Scene IV After a lapse of time A rustic arbour near the cottage of Manuel Enter Rose and Werner | C |
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Rose | V3 |
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Nay let my silent blushes plead with thee | M2 |
That thou wilt be as silent | D2 |
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Werner | C |
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Rather let | D2 |
My ardent love which will not be repressed | D2 |
Plead with thee for acceptance of my suit | D2 |
For I do love thee with such passionate love | I3 |
That life itself if weighed against that love | I3 |
Were scarce a feather in the scale | D3 |
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Rose | V3 |
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Alas | V3 |
I'm but a simple shepherd's simple child | D2 |
Unused to courtly speeches and they say | V3 |
That in the world thy name and rank are high | O3 |
And that when such as thou do proffer love | I3 |
And faith to lowly maidens 'tis a jest | D2 |
And that when they have won our honest love | I3 |
They cast it from them with unpitying hands | V3 |
As idly as they would a withered flower | C |
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Werner | C |
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Nay maiden let me tell thee of the past | D2 |
Let me lay bare my heart beneath thy gaze | V3 |
And thou wilt pity if thou canst not love | I3 |
I loved in youth with love as fond and deep | Z |
As ever made the heart of man its slave | L2 |
But ere my hopes could ripen to fruition | F |
Death came and made my worshipped one his prize | V3 |
And though my peace departed when she died | D2 |
Yet I was proud and would not bond to sorrow | C |
But with calm brow and eye and smiling lip | F4 |
I mingled with the giddy thoughtless world | D2 |
Seeking from out its varied realms to wring | A |
Some recompense for that which I had lost | D2 |
Wealth fame and power I sought for and obtained | D2 |
Yet found them only gilded mockeries | V3 |
The paths of hidden knowledge I essayed | D2 |
And trod their mazy windings till they led | D2 |
My footsteps whither I may not disclose | V3 |
But all availed me nothing still my heart | D2 |
Ached with the dreary void lost love had made | D2 |
Ached ever till that void was filled by thee | M2 |
Since first fate led me to your kindly door | C |
Three times the moon with full orbed light hath shone | G4 |
Thrice thirty times with song of merry birds | V3 |
And breath of fragrance Morn has blest the earth | C |
And all its dwellers with her radiant presence | V3 |
Thrice thirty times with star bound brow dim Night | D2 |
Hath kept her tearful watch above the earth | C |
And every time the full orb'd moon hath shone | G4 |
And every time the merry Morn hath smiled | D2 |
And every time dim Night with star bound brow | C |
Above the earth hath kept her tearful watch | H4 |
My heart has added to its store of love | I3 |
Its pure deep fervent passionate love for thee | M2 |
By all my hopes of heaven my words are true | C |
Dost thou not pity now | C |
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Rose | V3 |
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Ay more My heart | D2 |
And its full treasury of maiden love | I3 |
Never before surrendered to another | C |
I pledge to thee as thine for evermore | C |
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Exeunt | D2 |
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An Aerial Chorus | V3 |
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Seek the dell and seek the bower | C |
Pluck the bud and pluck the flower | C |
Search for buds of sweetest breath | C |
Search for flowers of brightest hue | C |
Fit to weave the bridal wreath | C |
Of a maid so fair and true | C |
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She has bowed the haughty heart | D2 |
Won the stubborn will from guile | X3 |
With no aid of other art | D2 |
Than the sweet spell of her smile | X3 |
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Seek the dell and seek the bower | C |
Pluck the bud and pluck the flower | C |
Search for buds of sweetest breath | C |
Search for flowers of brightest hue | C |
Fit to weave the bridal wreath | C |
Of a maid so fair and true | C |
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Exeunt | D2 |
George W. Sands
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