Scenes In London I - Piccadilly Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIK LMNM OPOP QRQR STST UVUV AWAW XYXY ZA2ZA2 A2B2A2B2 C2GC2G D2E2BE2 BB2BB2

THE sun is on the crowded streetA
It kindles those old towersB
Where England's noblest memories meetA
Of old historic hoursB
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Vast shadowy dark and indistinctC
Tradition's giant faneD
Whereto a thousand years are linkedC
In one electric chainD
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So stands it when the morning lightE
First steals upon the skiesF
And shadow'd by the fallen nightE
The sleeping city liesF
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It stands with darkness round it castG
Touched by the first cold shineH
Vast vague and mighty as the pastG
Of which it is the shrineH
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'Tis lovely when the moonlight fallsI
Around the sculptured stoneJ
Giving a softness to the wallsI
Like love that mourns the goneK
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Then comes the gentlest influenceL
The human heart can knowM
The mourning over those gone henceN
To the still dust belowM
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The smoke the noise the dust of dayO
Have vanished from the sceneP
The pale lamps gleam with spirit rayO
O'er the park's sweeping greenP
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Sad shining on her lonely pathQ
The moon's calm smile aboveR
Seems as it lulled life's toil and wrathQ
With universal loveR
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Past that still hour and its pale moonS
The city is aliveT
It is the busy hour of noonS
When man must seek and striveT
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The pressure of our actual lifeU
Is on the waking browV
Labour and care endurance strifeU
These are around him nowV
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How wonderful the common streetA
Its tumult and its throngW
The hurrying of the thousand feetA
That bear life's cares alongW
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How strongly is the present feltX
With such a scene besideY
All sounds in one vast murmur meltX
The thunder of the tideY
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All hurry on none pause to lookZ
Upon another's faceA2
The present is an open bookZ
None read yet all must traceA2
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The poor man hurries on his raceA2
His daily bread to findB2
The rich man has yet wearier chaseA2
For pleasure's hard to bindB2
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All hurry though it is to passC2
For which they live so fastG
What doth the present but amassC2
The wealth that makes the pastG
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The past is round us those old spiresD2
That glimmer o'er our headE2
Not from the present is their firesB
Their light is from the deadE2
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But for the past the present's powersB
Were waste of toil and mindB2
But for those long and glorious hoursB
Which leave themselves behindB2

Letitia Elizabeth Landon



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