The Destroying Spirit Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA B C B C D E F G F G H H I J K J L L M N O O P P O O Q O R R O O S S T U T U V V W W X S X SA | |
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I sit upon the rocks that frown | B |
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Above the rapid Nile | C |
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And on the toil of man look down | B |
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With bitter and scornful smile | C |
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My rocks are inaccessible | D |
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And few return their terrors to tell | E |
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My subjects are the birds whose wings | F |
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Never soar'd into other air | G |
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To whose shrill cries each echo rings | F |
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For their nests are hidden there | G |
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They dip their plumes in that mighty river | H |
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Whose course is onward onward for ever | H |
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I see the deluge come sweeping on | I |
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Where waving corn fields gleam | J |
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And forests and cities and herds are gone | K |
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Like the shadows of a dream | J |
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The rushing tide is an ocean now | L |
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And islands of ruin darken its brow | L |
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But the waters sink and earth again | M |
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Smiles under Nature's gentlest reign | N |
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Where from scenes of bliss shall I go | O |
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I whose existence is terror and woe | O |
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Now I hide in the burning breast | P |
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Of some mountain whose fires are never at rest | P |
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And urge the torrents that downward flow | O |
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Crashing and swallowing all below | O |
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Then through the air away away | Q |
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Till I check my course on the dread Himmaleh | O |
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Down to its deepest valleys I dive | R |
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Which no mortal can ever see and live | R |
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To visit the evil spirits who dwell | O |
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In the ceaseless gloom of that murky dell | O |
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With them from their rocky temples I roam | S |
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To lure the traveller from his home | S |
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When he rests beneath some charmed tree | T |
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With dreams we vex his mind | U |
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And he wakes our hideous forms to see | T |
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As we hover upon the wind | U |
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And our voices howl in the hurrying blast | V |
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Till in frantic fear he breathes his last | V |
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Then we bear him to our dismal cave | W |
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And his tortured spirit we claim as our slave | W |
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I dwell where tempests are loud and dread | X |
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I ride on the billow's foam | S |
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And wherever terror is widest spread | X |
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There is the Spirit's home | S |
Louisa Stuart Costello
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