To Dr. Moore, Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFGHH IIJJKKLLMMNNOOPPQQRR SSLLTTSSLLUUVVTTLLWW XXLLYYQQZZA2A2DDB2B2 AALL C2C2LLLLLL| IN ANSWER TO A POETICAL EPISTLE WRITTEN TO | A |
| ME BY HIM IN WALES SEPTEMBER | B |
| WHILE in long exile far from you I roam | C |
| To soothe my heart with images of home | C |
| For me my friend with rich poetic grace | D |
| The landscapes of my native Isle you trace | D |
| Her cultur'd meadows and her lavish shades | E |
| The rivers winding through her lovely glades | E |
| Far as where frowning on the flood below | F |
| The rough Welsh mountain lifts its craggy brow | G |
| Meanwhile my steps have stray'd where Autumn yields | H |
| A purple harvest on the sunny fields | H |
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| Where bending with their luscious weight recline | I |
| The loaded branches of the clust'ring vine | I |
| There on the Loire's sweet banks a joyful band | J |
| Cull'd the rich produce of the fruitful land | J |
| The youthful peasant and the village maid | K |
| And age and childhood lent their feeble aid | K |
| The labours of the morning done they haste | L |
| Where in the field is spread the light repast | L |
| The vintage baskets serve revers'd for chairs | M |
| And the gay meal is crown'd with tuneless airs | M |
| Delightful land ah now with gen'ral voice | N |
| Thy village sons and daughters may rejoice | N |
| Thy happy peasant now no more a slave | O |
| Forbad to taste one good that nature gave | O |
| No longer views with unavailing pain | P |
| The lavish harvest ripe for him in vain | P |
| Oppression's cruel hand shall dare no more | Q |
| To seize its tribute from his scanty store | Q |
| And from his famish'd infants wring the spoils | R |
| Too hard earn'd produce of his useful toils | R |
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| For now on Gallia's plain the peasant knows | S |
| Those equal rights impartial heav'n bestows | S |
| He now by freedom's ray illumin'd taught | L |
| Some self respect some energy of thought | L |
| Discerns the blessings that to all belong | T |
| And lives to guard his humble shed from wrong | T |
| Auspicious Liberty in vain thy foes | S |
| Deride thy ardour and thy force oppose | S |
| In vain refuse to mark thy spreading light | L |
| While like the mole they hide their heads in night | L |
| Or hope their eloquence with taper ray | U |
| Can dim the blaze of philosophic day | U |
| Those reas'ners who pretend that each abuse | V |
| Sanction'd by precedent has some blest use | V |
| Does then a chemic power to time belong | T |
| Extracting by some process right from wrong | T |
| Must feudal governments for ever last | L |
| Those Gothic piles the work of ages past | L |
| Nor may obtrusive reason dare to scan | W |
| Far less reform the rude mishapen plan | W |
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| The winding labyrinths the hostile towers | X |
| Where danger threatens and where horror lowers | X |
| The jealous drawbridge and the mote profound | L |
| The lonely dungeon in the cavern'd ground | L |
| The sullen dome above those central caves | Y |
| Where liv'd one despot and a host of slaves | Y |
| Ah Freedom on this renovated shore | Q |
| That fabric frights the moral world no more | Q |
| Shook to its basis by thy powerful spell | Z |
| Its triple walls in massy fragments fell | Z |
| While rising from the hideous wreck appears | A2 |
| The temple thy firm arm sublimely rears | A2 |
| Of fair proportions and of simple grace | D |
| A mansion worthy of the human race | D |
| For me the witness of those scenes whose birth | B2 |
| Forms a new era in the storied earth | B2 |
| Oft while with glowing breast those scenes I view | A |
| They lead ah friend belov'd my thoughts to you | A |
| Still every fine emotion they impart | L |
| With your idea mingles in my heart | L |
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| You whom I oft have heard with gen'rous zeal | C2 |
| With all that truth can urge or pity feel | C2 |
| Refute the pompous argument that tried | L |
| The common cause of millions to deride | L |
| With reason's force the plausive sophist hit | L |
| Or dart on folly the bright flash of wit | L |
| And warmly share with philosophic mind | L |
| The great the glorious triumph of mankind | L |
Helen Maria Williams
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