An Ode On The Piece Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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IA
As wand'ring late on Albion's shoreB
That chains the rude tempestuous deepC
I heard the hollow surges roarB
And vainly beat her guardian steepC
I heard the rising sounds of woeD
Loud on the storm's wild pinion flowD
And still they vibrate on the mournful lyreE
That tunes to grief its sympathetic wireF
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IIA
From shores the wide Atlantic lavesG
The spirit of the ocean bearsG
In moans along his western wavesG
Afflicted nature's hopeless caresG
Enchanting scenes of young delightH
How chang'd since first ye rose to sightH
Since first ye rose in infant glories drestH
Fresh from the wave and rear'd your ample breastH
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IIIA
Her crested serpents discord throwsG
O'er scenes which love with roses grac'dH
The flow'ry chain his hands composeG
She wildly scatters o'er the wasteH
Her glance his playful smile deformsG
Her frantic voice awakes the stormsG
From land to land her torches spread their firesG
While love's pure flame in streams of blood expiresG
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IVI
Now burns the savage soul of warB
While terror flashes from his eyesG
Lo waving o'er his fiery carJ
Aloft his bloody banner fliesG
The battle wakes with awful soundH
He thunders o'er the echoing groundH
He grasps his reeking blade while streams of bloodH
Tinge the vast plain and swell the purple floodH
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VI
But softer sounds of sorrow flowD
On drooping wing the murm'ring galesG
Have borne the deep complaints of woeD
That rose along the lonely valesG
Those breezes waft the orphan's criesG
They tremble to parental sighsG
And drink a tear for keener anguish shedH
The tear of faithful love when hope is fledH
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VII
The object of her anxious fearK
Lies pale on earth expiring coldH
Ere wing'd by happy love one yearK
Too rapid in its course has roll'dH
In vain the dying hand she graspsG
Hangs on the quiv'ring lip and claspsG
The fainting form that slowly sinks in deathL
To catch the parting glance the fleeting breathL
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VIII
Pale as the livid corse her cheekM
Her tresses torn her glances wildH
How fearful was her frantic shriekM
She wept and then in horrors smil'dH
She gazes now with wild affrightH
Lo bleeding phantoms rush in sightH
Hark on yon mangled form the mourner callsG
Then on the earth a senseless weight she fallsG
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VIIII
And see o'er gentle Andre's tombN
The victim of his own despairO
Who fell in life's exulting bloomN
Nor deem'd that life deserv'd a careO
O'er the cold earth his relicks prestH
Lo Britain's drooping legions restH
For him the swords they sternly grasp appearK
Dim with a sigh and sullied with a tearO
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IXG
While Seward sweeps her plaintive stringsG
While pensive round his sable shrineP
A radiant zone she graceful flingsG
Where full emblaz'd his virtues shineP
The mournful loves that tremble nighI
Shall catch her warm melodious sighI
The mournful loves shall drink the tears that flowD
From Pity's hov'ring soul dissolv'd in woeD
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XG
And hark in Albion's flow'ry valeQ
A parent's deep complaint I hearR
A sister calls the western galeQ
To waft her soul expressive tearO
'Tis Asgill claims that piercing sighI
That dropp which dims the beauteous eyeI
While on the rack of Doubt Affection provesG
How strong the force which binds the ties she lovesG
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XIG
How oft in every dawning graceG
That blossom'd in his early hoursG
Her soul some comfort lov'd to traceG
And deck'd futurity in flowersG
But lo in Fancy's troubled sightH
The dear illusions sink in nightH
She views the murder'd form the quiv'ring breathL
The rising virtues chill'd in shades of deathL
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XIIG
Cease cease ye throbs of hopeless woeD
He lives the future hours to blessG
He lives the purest joy to knowD
Parental transports fond excessG
His sight a father's eye shall chearO
A sister's drooping charms endearO
The private pang was Albion's gen'rous careO
For him she breath'd a warm accepted prayerO
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XIIIG
And lo a radiant stream of lightH
Defending gilds the murky cloudH
Where Desolation's gloomy nightH
Retiring folds her sable shroudH
It flashes o'er the bright'ning deepC
It softens Britain's frowning steepC
'Tis mild benignant Peace enchanting formS
That gilds the black abyss that lulls the stormS
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XIVI
So thro' the dark impending skyI
Where clouds and fallen vapours roll'dH
Their curling wreaths dissolving flyI
As the faint hues of light unfoldH
The air with spreading azure streamsG
The sun now darts his orient beamsG
And now the mountains glow the woods are brightH
While nature hails the season of delightH
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XVI
Mild Peace from Albion's fairest bowersG
Pure spirit cull with snowy handsG
The buds that drink the morning showersG
And bind the realms in flow'ry bandsG
Thy smiles the angry passions chaseG
Thy glance is pleasure's native graceG
Around thy form th' exulting virtues moveI
And thy soft call awakes the strain of loveI
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XVII
Bless all ye powers the patriot nameT
That courts fair Peace thy gentle stayH
Ah gild with glory's light his fameT
And glad his life with pleasure's rayH
While like th' affrighted dove thy formS
Still shrinks and fears some latent stormS
His cares shall sooth thy panting soul to restH
And spread thy vernal couch on Albion's breastH
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XVIII
Ye who have mourn'd the parting hourO
Which love in darker horrors drewO
Ye who have vainly tried to pourO
With falt'ring voice the last adieuO
When the pale cheek the bursting sighI
The soul that hov'ring in the eyeI
Express'd the pains it felt the pains it fear'dH
Ah paint the youth's return by grief endear'dH
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XVIIII
Yon hoary form with aspect mildH
Deserted kneels by anguish prestH
And seeks from Heav'n his long lost childH
To smooth the path that leads to restH
He comes to close the sinking eyeI
To catch the faint expiring sighI
A moment's transport stays the fleeting breathL
And sooths the soul on the pale verge of deathL
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XIXG
No more the sanguine wreath shall twineP
On the lost hero's early tombN
But hung around thy simple shrineP
Fair Peace shall milder glories bloomN
Lo commerce lifts her drooping headH
Triumphal Thames from thy deep bedH
And bears to Albion on her sail sublimeU
The riches Nature gives each happier climeU
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XXG
She fearless prints the polar snowsG
Mid' horrors that reject the dayH
Along the burning line she glowsG
Nor shrinks beneath the torrid rayH
She opens India's glitt'ring mineP
Where streams of light reflected shineP
Wafts the bright gems to Britain's temp'rate valeQ
And breathes her odours on the northern galeQ
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XXIG
While from the far divided shoreO
Where liberty unconquer'd rovesG
Her ardent glance shall oft' exploreO
The parent isle her spirit lovesG
Shall spread upon the western mainV
Harmonious concord's golden chainV
While stern on Gallia's ever hostile strandH
From Albion's cliff she pours her daring bandH
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XXIIG
Yet hide the sabre's hideous glareO
Whose edge is bath'd in streams of bloodH
The lance that quivers high in airO
And falling drinks a purple floodH
For Britain fear shall seize thy foesG
While freedom in thy senate glowsG
While peace shall smile upon thy cultur'd plainV
With grace and beauty her attendant trainV
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XXIIIG
Enchanting visions sooth my sightH
The finer arts no more oppress'dH
Benignant source of pure delightH
On her soft bosom love to restH
While each discordant sound expiresG
Strike harmony strike all thy wiresG
The fine vibrations of the spirit moveI
And touch the springs of rapture and of loveI
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XXIVI
Bright painting's living forms shall riseG
And wrapt in Ugolino's woeD
Shall Reynolds wake unbidden sighsG
And Romney's graceful pencil flowD
That Nature's look benign pourtraysG
When to her infant Shakspeare's gazeG
The partial nymph 'unveil'd her awful face '-
And bade his 'colours clear' her features traceG
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XXVI
And poesy thy deep ton'd shellW
The heart shall sooth the spirit fireO
And all the passion sink or swellW
In tG

Helen Maria Williams



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