The Hermit Of Mont-blanc Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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High on the Solitude of Alpine HillsA
O'er topping the grand imag'ry of NatureB
Where one eternal winter seem'd to reignC
An HERMIT'S threshold carpetted with mossD
Diversified the Scene Above the flakesE
Of silv'ry snow full many a modest flow'rF
Peep'd through its icy veil and blushing ope'dG
Its variegated hues The ORCHIS sweetG
The bloomy CISTUS and the fragrant branchH
Of glossy MYRTLE In his rushy cellI
The lonely ANCHORET consum'd his daysJ
Unnotic'd and unblest In early youthK
Cross'd in the fond affections of his soulL
By false Ambition from his parent homeM
He solitary wander'd while the MaidG
Whose peerless beauty won his yielding heartG
Pined in monastic horrors Near his sillN
A little cross he rear'd where prostrate lowO
At day's pale glimpse or when the setting SunP
Tissued the western sky with streamy goldG
His Orisons he pour'd for her whose hoursQ
Were wasted in oblivion Winters pass'dG
And Summers faded slow unchearly allR
To the lone HERMIT'S sorrows For still LoveS
A dark though unpolluted altar rear'dG
On the white waste of wondersQ
From the peakT
Which mark'd his neighb'ring Hut his humid EyeU
Oft wander'd o'er the rich expanse belowO
Oft trac'd the glow of vegetating SpringV
The full blown Summer splendours and the hueW
Of tawny scenes Autumnal Vineyards vastG
Clothing the upland scene and spreading wideG
The promised tide nectareous while for himX
The liquid lapse of the slow brook was seenY
Flashing amid the trees its silv'ry waveZ
Far distant the blue mist of waters roseA2
Veiling the ridgy outline faintly greyB2
Blended with clouds and shutting out the SunP
The Seasons still revolv'd and still was heC2
By all forgotten save by her whose breastG
Sigh'd in responsive sadness to the galeD2
That swept her prison turrets Five long yearsE2
Had seen his graces wither ere his SpringV
Of life was wasted From the social scenesF2
Of human energy an alien driv'nP
He almost had forgot the face of ManP
No voice had met his ear save when perchanceG2
The Pilgrim wand'rer or the Goatherd SwainP
Bewilder'd in the starless midnight hourB
Implored the HERMIT'S aid the HERMIT'S pray'rsG2
And nothing loath by pity or by pray'rF
Was he to save the wretched On the topH2
Of his low rushy Dome a tinkling bellI
Oft told the weary Trav'ller to approachI2
Fearless of danger The small silver soundG
In quick vibrations echo'd down the dellI
To the dim valley's quiet while the breezeG2
Slept on the glassy LEMAN Thus he pastG
His melancholy days an alien ManP
From all the joys of social intercourseG2
Alone unpitied by the world forgotG
-
His Scrip each morning bore the day's repastG
Gather'd on summits mingling with the cloudsG2
From whose bleak altitude the Eye look'd downP
While fast the giddy brain was rock'd by fearJ2
Oft would he start from visionary restG
When roaming wolves their midnight chorus howl'dG
Or blasts infuriate shatter'd the white cliffsG2
While the huge fragments rifted by the stormK2
Plung'd to the dell below Oft would he sitG
In silent sadness on the jutting blockL2
Of snow encrusted ice and shudd'ring markM2
Amid the wonders of the frozen worldG
Dissolving pyramids and threatening peaksG2
Hang o'er his hovel terribly SublimeN2
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And oft when Summer breath'd ambrosial galesG2
Soft sailing o'er the waste of printless dewG
Or twilight gossamer his pensive gazeG2
Trac'd the swift storm advancing whose broad wingV
Blacken'd the rushy dome of his low HutG
While the pale lightning smote the pathless topH2
Of tow'ring CENIS scatt'ring high and wideG
A mist of fleecy Snow Then would he hearO2
While MEM'RY brought to view his happier daysG2
The tumbling torrent bursting wildly forthP2
From its thaw'd prison sweep the shaggy cliffQ2
Vast and Stupendous strength'ning as it fellI
And delving 'mid the snow a cavern rudeG
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So liv'd the HERMIT like an hardy TreeC2
Plac'd on a mountain's solitary browR2
And destin'd thro' the Seasons to endureS2
Their wond'rous changes To behold the faceG2
Of ever varying Nature and to markM2
In each grand lineament the work of GODG
And happier he in total SolitudeG
Than the poor toil worn wretch whose ardent SoulL
That GOD has nobly organiz'd but taughtG
For purposes unknown to bear the scourgeT2
Of sharp adversity and vulgar prideG
Happier O happier far than those who feelU2
Yet live amongst the unfeeling feeding stillN
The throbbing heart with anguish or with ScornP
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One dreary night when Winter's icy breathV2
Half petrified the scene when not a starF
Gleam'd o'er the black infinity of spaceG2
Sudden the HERMIT started from his couchW2
Fear struck and trembling Ev'ry limb was shookX2
With painful agitation On his cheekT
The blanch'd interpreter of horror muteG
Sat terribly impressive In his breastG
The ruddy fount of life convulsive flow'dG
And his broad eyes fix'd motionless as deathV2
Gaz'd vacantly aghast His feeble lampY2
Was wasting rapidly the biting galeD2
Pierc'd the thin texture of his narrow cellI
And Silence like a fearful centinelI
Marking the peril which awaited nearJ2
Conspir'd with sullen Night to wrap the sceneP
In tenfold horrors Thrice he rose and thriceG2
His feet recoil'd and still the livid flameZ2
Lengthen'd and quiver'd as the moaning windG
Pass'd thro' the rushy crevice while his heartG
Beat like the death watch in his shudd'ring breastG
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Like the pale Image of Despair he satG
The cold drops pacing down his hollow cheekT
When a deep groan assail'd his startled earO2
And rous'd him into action To the sillI
Of his low hovel he rush'd forth for fearJ2
Will sometimes take the shape of fortitudeG
And force men into bravery and soonP
The wicker bolt unfasten'd The swift blastG
Now unrestrain'd flew by and in its courseG2
The quiv'ring lamp extinguish'd and againP
His soul was thrill'd with terror On he wentG
E'en to the snow fring'd margin of the craggA3
Which to his citadel a platform madeG
Slipp'ry and perilous 'Twas darkness allI
All solitary gloom The concave vastG
Of Heav'n frown'd chaos for all varied thingsG2
Of air and earth and waters blended lostG
Their forms in blank oblivion Yet not longB3
Did Nature wear her sable panoplyI
For while the HERMIT listen'd from belowI
A stream of light ascended spreading roundG
A partial view of trackless solitudesG2
And mingling voices seem'd with busy humC3
To break the spell of horrors Down the steepD3
The HERMIT hasten'd when a shriek of deathV2
Re echoed to the valley As he flewI
The treach'rous pathway yielding to his speedG
Half hoping half despairing to the sceneP
Of wonder waking anguish suddenlyI
The torches were extinct and second nightG
Came doubly hideous while the hollow tonguesG2
Of cavern'd winds with melancholy soundG
Increas'd the HERMIT'S fears Four freezing hoursG2
He watch'd and pray'd and now the glimm'ring dawnP
Peer'd on the Eastern Summits the blue lightG
Shedding cold lustre on the colder browsG2
Of Alpine desarts while the filmy wingV
Of weeping Twilight swept the naked plainsG2
Of the Lombardian landscapeE3
On his kneesG2
The ANCHORET blest Heav'n that he had 'scap'dG
The many perilous and fearful fallsG2
Of waters wild and foamy tumbling fastG
From the shagg'd altitude But ere his pray'rsG2
Rose to their destin'd Heav'n another sightG
Than all preceding far more terribleI
Palsied devotion's ardour On the SnowI
Dappled with ruby drops a track was madeG
By steps precipitate a rugged pathF3
Down the steep frozen chasm had mark'd the fateG
Of some night traveller whose bleeding formK2
Had toppled from the Summit Lower stillI
The ANCHORET descended 'till arrivedG
At the first ridge of silv'ry battlementsG2
Where lifeless ghastly paler than the snowI
On which her cheek repos'd his darling MaidG
Slept in the dream of Death Frantic and wildG
He clasp'd her stiff'ning form and bath'd with tearsG2
The lilies of her bosom icy coldG
Yet beautiful and spotlessG2
Now afarF
The wond'ring HERMIT heard the clang of armsG2
Re echoing from the valley the white cliffsG2
Trembled as though an Earthquake shook their baseG2
With terrible concussion ThundG

Mary Darby Robinson



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