Derne Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDDDEFFGGHHGGDDI IJJDDKKLMNNOOGGPPBBQ QRSTTGGGGGGGGGGQQGGG GKKUUFFVBGGWWGGDDGGX XYYZA2GGB2B2GGWWC2C2 ABPD2E2E2GGSSF2F2NNG 2G2H2H2I2I2J2J2DDNK2 F2F2DDL2L2| NIGHT on the city of the Moor | A |
| On mosque and tomb and white walled shore | B |
| On sea waves to whose ceaseless knock | C |
| The narrow harbor gates unlock | C |
| On corsair's galley carack tall | D |
| And plundered Christian caraval | D |
| The sounds of Moslem life are still | D |
| No mule bell tinkles down the hill | D |
| Stretched in the broad court of the khan | E |
| The dusty Bornou caravan | F |
| Lies heaped in slumber beast and man | F |
| The Sheik is dreaming in his tent | G |
| His noisy Arab tongue o'erspent | G |
| The kiosk's glimmering lights are gone | H |
| The merchant with his wares withdrawn | H |
| Rough pillowed on some pirate breast | G |
| The dancing girl has sunk to rest | G |
| And save where measured footsteps fall | D |
| Along the Bashaw's guarded wall | D |
| Or where like some bad dream the Jew | I |
| Creeps stealthily his quarter through | I |
| Or counts with fear his golden heaps | J |
| The City of the Corsair sleeps | J |
| But where yon prison long and low | D |
| Stands black against the pale star glow | D |
| Chafed by the ceaseless wash of waves | K |
| There watch and pine the Christian slaves | K |
| Rough bearded men whose far off wives | L |
| Wear out with grief their lonely lives | M |
| And youth still flashing from his eyes | N |
| The clear blue of New England skies | N |
| A treasured lock of whose soft hair | O |
| Now wakes some sorrowing mother's prayer | O |
| Or worn upon some maiden breast | G |
| Stirs with the loving heart's unrest | G |
| A bitter cup each life must drain | P |
| The groaning earth is cursed with pain | P |
| And like the scroll the angel bore | B |
| The shuddering Hebrew seer before | B |
| O'erwrit alike without within | Q |
| With all the woes which follow sin | Q |
| But bitterest of the ills beneath | R |
| Whose load man totters down to death | S |
| Is that which plucks the regal crown | T |
| Of Freedom from his forehead down | T |
| And snatches from his powerless hand | G |
| The sceptred sign of self command | G |
| Effacing with the chain and rod | G |
| The image and the seal of God | G |
| Till from his nature day by day | G |
| The manly virtues fall away | G |
| And leave him naked blind and mute | G |
| The godlike merging in the brute | G |
| Why mourn the quiet ones who die | G |
| Beneath affection's tender eye | G |
| Unto their household and their kin | Q |
| Like ripened corn sheaves gathered in | Q |
| O weeper from that tranquil sod | G |
| That holy harvest home of God | G |
| Turn to the quick and suffering shed | G |
| Thy tears upon the living dead | G |
| Thank God above thy dear ones' graves | K |
| They sleep with Him they are not slaves | K |
| What dark mass down the mountain sides | U |
| Swift pouring like a stream divides | U |
| A long loose straggling caravan | F |
| Camel and horse and arm d man | F |
| The moon's low crescent glimmering o'er | V |
| Its grave of waters to the shore | B |
| Lights up that mountain cavalcade | G |
| And gleams from gun and spear and blade | G |
| Near and more near now o'er them falls | W |
| The shadow of the city walls | W |
| Hark to the sentry's challenge drowned | G |
| In the fierce trumpet's charging sound | G |
| The rush of men the musket's peal | D |
| The short sharp clang of meeting steel | D |
| Vain Moslem vain thy lifeblood poured | G |
| So freely on thy foeman's sword | G |
| Not to the swift nor to the strong | X |
| The battles of the right belong | X |
| For he who strikes for Freedom wears | Y |
| The armor of the captive's prayers | Y |
| And Nature proffers to his cause | Z |
| The strength of her eternal laws | A2 |
| While he whose arm essays to bind | G |
| And herd with common brutes his kind | G |
| Strives evermore at fearful odds | B2 |
| With Nature and the jealous gods | B2 |
| And dares the dread recoil which late | G |
| Or soon their right shall vindicate | G |
| 'T is done the horn d crescent falls | W |
| The star flag flouts the broken walls | W |
| Joy to the captive husband joy | C2 |
| To thy sick heart O brown locked boy | C2 |
| In sullen wrath the conquered Moor | A |
| Wide open flings your dungeon door | B |
| And leaves ye free from cell and chain | P |
| The owners of yourselves again | D2 |
| Dark as his allies desert born | E2 |
| Soiled with the battle's stain and worn | E2 |
| With the long marches of his band | G |
| Through hottest wastes of rock and sand | G |
| Scorched by the sun and furnace breath | S |
| Of the red desert's wind of death | S |
| With welcome words and grasping hands | F2 |
| The victor and deliverer stands | F2 |
| The tale is one of distant skies | N |
| The dust of half a century lies | N |
| Upon it yet its hero's name | G2 |
| Still lingers on the lips of Fame | G2 |
| Men speak the praise of him who gave | H2 |
| Deliverance to the Moorman's slave | H2 |
| Yet dare to brand with shame and crime | I2 |
| The heroes of our land and time | I2 |
| The self forgetful ones who stake | J2 |
| Home name and life for Freedom's sake | J2 |
| God mend his heart who cannot feel | D |
| The impulse of a holy zeal | D |
| And sees not with his sordid eyes | N |
| The beauty of self sacrifice | K2 |
| Though in the sacred place he stands | F2 |
| Uplifting consecrated hands | F2 |
| Unworthy are his lips to tell | D |
| Of Jesus' martyr miracle | D |
| Or name aright that dread embrace | L2 |
| Of suffering for a fallen race | L2 |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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