Monody To The Memory Of Chatterton Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DDCCEEFFGH IIJJKKLL MMNNOOBBLLCCPQ RSTEUUVVWWXXYYZZ A2A2B2B2XXXXYY XXC2C2D2D2E2E2LL F2F2G2G2NNE2E2XX H2H2YYLLXX I2J2G2K2EL2M2M2LL XXE2E2E2E2HG| Chill penury repress'd his noble rage | A |
| And froze the genial current of his soul | B |
| GRAY | C |
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| IF GRIEF can deprecate the wrath of Heaven | D |
| Or human frailty hope to be forgiven | D |
| Ere now thy sainted spirit bends its way | C |
| To the bland regions of celestial day | C |
| Ere now thy soul immers'd in purest air | E |
| Smiles at the triumphs of supreme Despair | E |
| Or bath'd in seas of endless bliss disdains | F |
| The vengeful memory of mortal pains | F |
| Yet shall the MUSE a fond memorial give | G |
| To shield thy name and bid thy GENIUS live | H |
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| Too proud for pity and too poor for praise | I |
| No voice to cherish and no hand to raise | I |
| Torn stung and sated with this mortal coil | J |
| This weary anxious scene of fruitless toil | J |
| Not all the graces that to youth belong | K |
| Nor all the energies of sacred song | K |
| Nor all that FANCY all that GENIUS gave | L |
| Could snatch thy wounded spirit from the grave | L |
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| Hard was thy lot from every comfort torn | M |
| In POVERTY'S cold arms condemn'd to mourn | M |
| To live by mental toil e'en when the brain | N |
| Could scarce its trembling faculties sustain | N |
| To mark the dreary minutes slowly creep | O |
| Each day to labour and each night to weep | O |
| 'Till the last murmur of thy frantic soul | B |
| In proud concealment from its mansion stole | B |
| While ENVY springing from her lurid cave | L |
| Snatch'd the young LAURELS from thy rugged grave | L |
| So the pale primrose sweetest bud of May | C |
| Scarce wakes to beauty ere it feels decay | C |
| While baleful weeds their hidden n poisons pour | P |
| Choke the green sod and wither every flow'r | Q |
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| Immur'd in shades from busy scenes remov'd | R |
| No sound to solace but the verse he lov'd | S |
| No soothing numbers harmoniz'd his ear | T |
| No feeling bosom gave his griefs a tear | E |
| Obscurely born no gen'rous friend he found | U |
| To lead his trembling steps o'er classic ground | U |
| No patron fill'd his heart with flatt'ring hope | V |
| No tutor'd lesson gave his genius scope | V |
| Yet while poetic ardour nerv'd each thought | W |
| And REASON sanction'd what AMBITION taught | W |
| He soar'd beyond the narrow spells that bind | X |
| The slow perceptions of the vulgar mind | X |
| The fire once kindled by the breath of FAME | Y |
| Her restless pinions fann'd the glitt'ring flame | Y |
| Warm'd by its rays he thought each vision just | Z |
| For conscious VIRTUE seldom feels DISTRUST | Z |
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| Frail are the charms delusive FANCY shows | A2 |
| And short the bliss her fickle smile bestows | A2 |
| Yet the bright prospect pleas'd his dazzled view | B2 |
| Each HOPE seem'd ripened and each PHANTOM true | B2 |
| Fill'd with delight his unsuspecting mind | X |
| Weigh'd not the grov'ling treach'ries of mankind | X |
| For while a niggard boon his Savants supply'd | X |
| And NATURE'S claims subdued the voice of PRIDE | X |
| His timid talents own'd a borrow'd name | Y |
| And gain'd by FICTION what was due to FAME | Y |
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| With secret labour and with taste refin'd | X |
| This son of mis'ry form'd his infant mind | X |
| When op'ning Reason's earliest scenes began | C2 |
| The dawn of childhood mark'd the future man | C2 |
| He scorn'd the puerile sports of vulgar boys | D2 |
| His little heart aspir'd to nobler joys | D2 |
| Creative Fancy wing'd his few short hours | E2 |
| While soothing Hope adorn'd his path with flow'rs | E2 |
| Yet FAME'S recording hand no trophy gave | L |
| Save the sad TEAR to decorate his grave | L |
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| Yet in this dark mysterious scene of woe | F2 |
| Conviction's flame shall shed a radiant glow | F2 |
| His infant MUSE shall bind with nerves of fire | G2 |
| The sacrilegious hand that stabs its sire | G2 |
| Methinks I hear his wand'ring shade complain | N |
| While mournful ECHO lingers on the strain | N |
| Thro' the lone aisle his restless spirit calls | E2 |
| His phantom glides along the minster's walls | E2 |
| Where many an hour his devious footsteps trod | X |
| Ere Fate resign'd him TO HIS PITYING GOD | X |
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| Yet shall the MUSE to gentlest sorrow prone | H2 |
| Adopt his cause and make his griefs her own | H2 |
| Ne'er shall her CHATTERTON's neglected name | Y |
| Fade in inglorious dreams of doubtful fame | Y |
| Shall he whose pen immortal GENIUS gave | L |
| Sleep unlamented in an unknown grave | L |
| No the fond MUSE shall spurn the base neglect | X |
| The verse she cherish'd she shall still protect | X |
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| And if unpitied pangs the mind can move | I2 |
| Or graceful numbers warm the heart to love | J2 |
| If the fine raptures of poetic fire | G2 |
| Delight to vibrate on the trembling lyre | K2 |
| If sorrow claims the kind embalming tear | E |
| Or worth oppress'd excites a pang sincere | L2 |
| Some kindred soul shall pour the song divine | M2 |
| And with the cypress bough the laurel twine | M2 |
| Whose weeping leaves the wint'ry blast shall wave | L |
| In mournful murmurs o'er thy unbless'd grave | L |
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| And tho' no lofty VASE or sculptur'd BUST | X |
| Bends o'er the sod that hides thy sacred dust | X |
| Tho' no long line of ancestry betrays | E2 |
| The PRIDE of RELATIVES or POMP of PRAISE | E2 |
| Tho' o'er thy name a blushing nation rears | E2 |
| OBLIVION'S wing to hide REFLECTION'S tears | E2 |
| Still shall thy verse in dazzling lustre live | H |
| And claim a brighter wreath THAN WEALTH CAN GIVE | G |
Mary Darby Robinson
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