Peru. Canto The Third Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B C D EEFFGGEEHHIIJJKKEELL MMNNOPQQEEEERSEETTMM EEUUCCVVEEWWNNXMYYZZ CCA2A2BBB2B2CCA2A2EE JJEEOPC2C2MMNNIIBBCC D2WEEGGXMCCE2E2F2F2C 2C2G2G2EEH2H2EEA2A2E EXXI2A2TTEEA2A2F2F2A 2A2MMEEEEF2F2J2J2A2A 2K2K2OPIIEEQQA2A2F2F 2EEMMLLA2A2A2A2B2B2L 2MNNBBF2F2EEA2A2EEJ2 M2| THE ARGUMENT | A |
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| Pizarro takes possession of Cuzco the fanaticism of Valverde a Spanish priest its dreadful effects A Peruvian priest put to the torture his daughter's distress he is rescued by Las Casas an amiable Spanish ecclesiastic and led to a place of safety where he dies his daughter's narration of her sufferings her death | B |
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| PERU | C |
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| CANTO THE THIRD | D |
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| Now stern Pizarro seeks the distant plains | E |
| Where beauteous Cusco lifts her golden fanes | E |
| The meek Peruvians gaz'd in pale dismay | F |
| Nor barr'd the dark oppressor's sanguine way | F |
| And soon on Cusco where the dawning light | G |
| Of glory shone foretelling day more bright | G |
| Where the young arts had shed unfolding flowers | E |
| A scene of spreading desolation lowers | E |
| While buried deep in everlasting shade | H |
| Those lustres sicken and those blossoms fade | H |
| And yet devoted land not gold alone | I |
| Or wild ambition wak'd thy parting groan | I |
| For lo a fiercer fiend with joy elate | J |
| Feasts on thy suff'rings and impels thy fate | J |
| Fanatic fury rears her sullen shrine | K |
| Where vultures prey where venom'd adders twine | K |
| Her savage arm with purple torrents stains | E |
| Thy rocking temples and thy falling fanes | E |
| Her blazing torches flash the mounting fire | L |
| She grasps the sabre and she lights the pyre | L |
| Her voice is thunder rending the still air | M |
| Her glance the livid light'ning's fatal glare | M |
| Her lips unhallow'd breathe their impious strain | N |
| And pure religion's sacred voice profane | N |
| Whose precepts pity's mildest deeds approve | O |
| Whose law is mercy and whose soul is love | P |
| Fanatic fury wakes the rising storm | Q |
| She wears the stern Valverda's hideous form | Q |
| His bosom never felt another's woes | E |
| No shriek of anguish breaks its dark repose | E |
| The temple nods an aged form appears | E |
| He beats his breast he rends his silver hairs | E |
| Valverda drags him from the blest abode | R |
| Where his meek spirit humbly sought its God | S |
| See to his aid his child soft Zilia springs | E |
| And steeps in tears the robe to which she clings | E |
| Till bursting from Peruvia's frighted throng | T |
| Two warlike youths impetuous rush'd along | T |
| One grasp'd his twanging bow with furious air | M |
| While in his troubled eye sat fierce despair | M |
| But all in vain his erring weapon flies | E |
| Pierc'd by a thousand wounds on earth he lies | E |
| His drooping head the heart struck Zilia rais'd | U |
| And on the youth in speechless anguish gaz'd | U |
| While he who fondly shar'd his danger flew | C |
| And from his breast a reeking sabre drew | C |
| Deep in my faithful bosom let me hide | V |
| The fatal steel that would our souls divide | V |
| He quick exclaims the dying warrior cries | E |
| Ah yet forbear by all the sacred ties | E |
| That bind our hearts forbear In vain he spoke | W |
| Friendship with frantic zeal impels the stroke | W |
| Thyself for ever lost thou hop'st in vain | N |
| The youth replied my spirit to detain | N |
| From thee my soul in childhood's earliest year | X |
| Caught the light pleasure and the starting tear | M |
| Thy friendship then my young affections blest | Y |
| The first pure passion of my infant breast | Y |
| That passion which o'er life delight has shed | Z |
| By reason cherish'd and by virtue fed | Z |
| And still in death I feel its strong controul | C |
| Its sacred impulse wings my fleeting soul | C |
| That only lingers here till thou depart | A2 |
| Whose image lives upon my fainting heart | A2 |
| In vain the gen'rous youth with panting breath | B |
| Pour'd these lost murmurs in the ear of death | B |
| He reads the fatal truth in Zilia's eye | B2 |
| And gives to friendship his expiring sigh | B2 |
| But now with rage Valverda's glances roll | C |
| And mark the vengeance rankling in his soul | C |
| He bends his wrinkled brow his lips impart | A2 |
| The brooding purpose of his venom'd heart | A2 |
| He bids the hoary priest in mutter'd strains | E |
| Abjure his faith forsake his falling fanes | E |
| While yet the ling'ring pangs of torture wait | J |
| While yet Valverda's power suspends his fate | J |
| Vain man the victim cried to hoary years | E |
| Know death is mild and virtue feels no fears | E |
| Cruel of spirit come let tortures prove | O |
| The Power I serv'd in life in death I love | P |
| He ceas'd with rugged cords his limbs they bound | C2 |
| And drag the aged suff'rer on the ground | C2 |
| They grasp his feeble form his tresses tear | M |
| His robe they rend his shrivell'd bosom bare | M |
| Ah see his uncomplaining soul sustain | N |
| The sting of insult and the dart of pain | N |
| His stedfast spirit feels one pang alone | I |
| A child's despair awakes one suff'ring groan | I |
| The mourner kneels to catch his parting breath | B |
| To sooth the agony of ling'ring death | B |
| No moan she breath'd no tear had power to flow | C |
| Still on her lip expir'd th' unutter'd woe | C |
| Yet ah her livid cheek her stedfast look | D2 |
| The desolated soul's deep anguish spoke | W |
| Mild victim close not yet thy languid eyes | E |
| Pure spirit claim not yet thy kindred skies | E |
| A pitying angel comes to stay thy flight | G |
| Las Casas A bids thee view returning light | G |
| Ah let that sacred drop to virtue dear | X |
| Efface thy wrongs receive his precious tear | M |
| See his flush'd cheek with indignation glow | C |
| While from his lips the tones of pity flow | C |
| Oh suff'ring Lord he cried whose streaming blood | E2 |
| Was pour'd for man Earth drank the sacred flood | E2 |
| Whose mercy in the mortal pang forgave | F2 |
| The murd'rous band thy love alone could save | F2 |
| Forgive thy goodness bursts each narrow bound | C2 |
| Which feeble thought and human hope surround | C2 |
| Forgive the guilty wretch whose impious hand | G2 |
| From thy pure altar flings the flaming brand | G2 |
| In human blood that hallow'd altar steeps | E |
| Libation dire while groaning nature weeps | E |
| The limits of thy mercy dares to scan | H2 |
| The object of thy love his victim Man | H2 |
| While yet I linger lo the suff'rer dies | E |
| I see his frame convuls'd I hear his sighs | E |
| Whoe'er controuls the purpose of my heart | A2 |
| First in this breast shall plunge his guilty dart | A2 |
| With anxious step he flew with eager hands | E |
| He broke the fetters burst the cruel bands | E |
| As the fall'n angel heard with awful fear | X |
| The cherub's grave rebuke in grace severe | X |
| And fled while horror plum'd his impious crest B | I2 |
| The form of virtue as she stood confest | A2 |
| So fierce Valverda sullen mov'd along | T |
| Abash'd and follow'd by the guilty throng | T |
| At length the hoary victim freed from chains | E |
| Las Casas gently leads to safer plains | E |
| Soft Zilia's yielding soul the joy opprest | A2 |
| She bath'd with floods of tears her father's breast | A2 |
| Las Casas now explores a secret cave | F2 |
| Whose shaggy sides the languid billows lave | F2 |
| There rest secure he cried the Christian God | A2 |
| Will hover near will guard the lone abode | A2 |
| Oft to the gloomy cell his steps repair | M |
| While night's chill breezes wave his silver'd hair | M |
| Oft in the tones of love the words of peace | E |
| He bids the bitter tears of anguish cease | E |
| Bids drooping hope uplift her languid eyes | E |
| And points a dearer bliss beyond the skies | E |
| Yet ah in vain his pious cares would save | F2 |
| The hoary suff'rer from the op'ning grave | F2 |
| For deep the pangs of torture pierc'd his frame | J2 |
| And sunk his wasted life's expiring flame | J2 |
| To his cold lip Las Casa's hand he prest | A2 |
| He faintly clasp'd his Zilia to his breast | A2 |
| Then cried the God whom now my vows adore | K2 |
| My heart thro' life obey'd unknowing more | K2 |
| His mild forgiveness then my soul shall prove | O |
| His mercy share Las Casa's God is Love | P |
| He spoke no more his Zilia's frantic moan | I |
| Was heard responsive to his dying groan | I |
| Victim of impious zeal Las Casas cries | E |
| Accept departed shade a Christian's sighs | E |
| And thou soft mourner tender drooping form | Q |
| What power shall guard thee from the fearful storm | Q |
| Weep not for me she cried for Zilia's breast | A2 |
| Soon in the shelt'ring earth shall find its rest | A2 |
| Hope not the victim of despair to save | F2 |
| I ask but death I only seek a grave | F2 |
| Witness thou mangled form that earth retains | E |
| Witness a murder'd lover's cold remains | E |
| I liv'd my father's pangs to sooth to share | M |
| I bore to live tho' life was all despair | M |
| In vain my lover urg'd by fond desire | L |
| To shield from torture and from death my sire | L |
| Flew to the fane where stern Valverda rag'd | A2 |
| And fearless with unequal force engag'd | A2 |
| I saw him bleeding dying press the ground | A2 |
| I drew the poison from each fatal wound | A2 |
| I bath'd those wounds with tears he pour'd a sigh | B2 |
| A drop hung trembling in his closing eye | B2 |
| Ah still his mournful sign I shiv'ring hear | L2 |
| In every pulse I feel his parting tear | M |
| I faint an icy coldness chills each vein | N |
| No more these feeble limbs their load sustain | N |
| Spirit of pity catch my fleeting breath | B |
| A moment stay and close my eyes in death | B |
| Las Casas thee thy God in mercy gave | F2 |
| To sooth my pangs to find the wretch a grave | F2 |
| She ceas'd her spirit fled to purer spheres | E |
| Las Casas bathes the pallid corse with tears | E |
| Fly minister of good nor ling'ring shed | A2 |
| Those fruitless sorrows o'er the unconscious dead | A2 |
| Ah fly 'tis innocence 'tis virtue bleeds | E |
| And heav'n will listen when an angel pleads | E |
| I view the sanguine flood the wasting flame | J2 |
| I hear a suff'ring world Las Casas claim nbsp | M2 |
Helen Maria Williams
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