Duncan, An Ode Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDCDEAEAFF A GGHIHIJKJKLL A MMNONOPQRQSS A OOTUTVPEREWW A AAXVXURYRYLL A RRJAJARZRZOO A RRA2RA2RB2C2B2C2D2D2 A E2E2F2G2F2G2 AH2AI2I2I | A |
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Abash'd the rebel squadrons yield | B |
MACBETH the victor of the field | B |
Exulting past the blasted wild | C |
And where his dark o'erhanging towers | D |
Frown on the heath with pleasures mild | C |
Now DUNCAN hastes to wing the hours | D |
Sweet are the rosy beams that chase | E |
The angry tempest from the sky | A |
When winds have shook the mountain's base | E |
Sweet is the zephyr's balmy sigh | A |
But sweeter to the breast the social charms | F |
Whose grateful rapture sooths the toil of arms | F |
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II | A |
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'Twas not the season when the storm | G |
Of winter wears its savage form | G |
Black'ning all the frozen North | H |
Wildly spreads its awful wings | I |
From yon bare summit rushes forth | H |
And on that barren desart flings | I |
All the rapid torrents might | J |
When with turbulence they sweep | K |
Mingling with the winds of might | J |
Sounds majestically deep | K |
When nature form'd the hideous waste she frown'd | L |
And gave to horror its deserted bound | L |
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III | A |
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'Twas not the hour when magic spells | M |
Rock the heath's untrodden cells | M |
When slow the wither'd forms arise | N |
From caves which night with lasting sway | O |
Ever shrouds from mortal eyes | N |
Nor divides one hour with day | O |
Sounds unmeet for mortal ear | P |
Chill with dread the human frame | Q |
Then unreal shapes appear | R |
By the blue unhallow'd flame | Q |
Discordance strange disturbs the gentle air | S |
And pois'nous taints the thick'ning breezes bear | S |
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IV | A |
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The western sun's departing ray | O |
Bright on the lofty turrets lay | O |
That threw the shadow's length'ning line | T |
At solemn distance far below | U |
And where the gather'd clouds recline | T |
On yon dark cliff's terrific brow | V |
There stood a venerable seer | P |
Whose prophetic soul could trace | E |
Distant ages hast'ning near | R |
And all that fill'd the unborn space | E |
The prophet gaz'd with sudden frenzy fir'd | W |
Saw deeds undone and spoke with lips inspir'd | W |
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V | A |
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quot Hail Scotia's Monarch greatly brave | A |
Skill'd to conquer charm'd to save | A |
Whose pitying hand inverts the lance | X |
And meekly drops the slacken'd bow | V |
Whose gracious eye with mercy's glance | X |
Has ever gaz'd on human woe | U |
MACBETH the castle gate unbar | R |
MACBETH prepare the social board | Y |
Haste from rugged toils of war | R |
Haste and hail thy sov'reign lord | Y |
With music be the genial banquet crown'd | L |
And bid thy vaulted roofs with joy rebound | L |
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VI | A |
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quot Ha dread visions hang in air | R |
I see a bloody dagger glare | R |
Deeds that ask the gloom of night | J |
Are imag'd in yon troubl'd sky | A |
Now a gleam of fatal light | J |
Flashes on my aching eye | A |
DUNCAN shun that conscious tower | R |
Fiends the social banquet pile | Z |
Murder waits the midnight hour | R |
Murder lurks in beauty's smile | Z |
Vain my prophetic voice he hies away | O |
Where scowling o'er the couch death calls his prey | O |
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VII | A |
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quot Sacred victim bath'd in gore | R |
Haunt the hideous scene no more | R |
Rest unquiet spirit rest | A2 |
Great revenge the heavens prepare | R |
View thy murd'rer's tortur'd breast | A2 |
And pity all that labours there | R |
See the look and hear the groan | B2 |
Mark a bleeding soul in pain | C2 |
Reason trembles on her throne | B2 |
Furies seize the burning brain | C2 |
Unpitied and accurst shall be his doom | D2 |
While rising honours flourish round thy tomb | D2 |
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VIII | A |
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quot Thy mem'ry shall for ever last | E2 |
And fame untir'd repeat the past | E2 |
Deep in the mystic clouds of time | F2 |
I see a poet call'd to birth | G2 |
I hear a lyre whose source sublime | F2 |
With wonder thrills the list'ning earth | G2 |
The mighty bard with 'potent art ' | - |
Shall nature's perfect semblance give | A |
Unlock the springs that move the heart | H2 |
And bid the human passions live | A |
Still in his heav'n taught page shall DUNCAN bleed | I2 |
And future ages tremble as they read quot | I2 |
Helen Maria Williams
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