The Lascar Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Another day Ah me a dayB
Of dreary Sorrow is begunC
And still I loath the temper'd rayB
And still I hate the sickly SunC
Far from my Native Indian shoreD
I hear our wretched race deploreD
I mark the smile of taunting ScornE
And curse the hour when I was bornE
I weep but no one gently triesF
To stop my tear or check my sighsF
For while my heart beats mournfullyG
Dear Indian home I sigh for TheeH
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Since gaudy Sun I see no moreD
Thy hottest glory gild the dayB
Since sever'd from my burning shoreD
I waste the vapid hours awayB
O darkness come come deepest gloomI
Shroud the young Summer's op'ning bloomI
Burn temper'd Orb with fiercer beamsJ
This northern world and drink the streamsJ
That thro' the fertile vallies glideK
To bathe the feasted Fiends of PrideK
Or hence broad Sun extinguish'd beH
For endless night encircles MeH
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What is to me the City gayB
And what the board profusely spreadL
I have no home no rich arrayB
No spicy feast no downy bedL
I with the dogs am doom'd to eatM
To perish in the peopled streetM
To drink the tear of deep despairN
The scoff and scorn of fools to bearN
I sleep upon a bed of stoneO
I pace the meadows wild aloneO
And if I curse my fate severeP
Some Christian Savage mocks my tearN
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Shut out the Sun O pitying NightQ
Make the wide world my silent tombI
O'ershade this northern sickly lightQ
And shroud me in eternal gloomI
My Indian plains now smiling glowG
There stands my Parent's hovel lowG
And there the tow'ring aloes riseF
And fling their perfumes to the skiesF
There the broad palm Trees covert lendR
There Sun and Shade delicious blendR
But here amid the blunted rayB
Cold shadows hourly cross my wayB
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Was it for this that on the mainS
I met the tempest fierce and strongT
And steering o'er the liquid plainS
Still onward press'd the waves amongU
Was it for this the LASCAR braveV
Toil'd like a wretched Indian SlaveV
Preserv'd your treasures by his toilG
And sigh'd to greet this fertile soilG
Was it for this to beg to dieA
Where plenty smiles and where the SkyA
Sheds cooling airs while fev'rish painS
Maddens the famish'd LASCAR'S brainS
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Oft I the stately Camel ledL
And sung the short hour'd night awayB
And oft upon the top mast's headL
Hail'd the red Eye of coming dayB
The Tanyan's back my mother boreD
And oft the wavy Ganges' roarD
Lull'd her to rest as on she pastW
'Mid the hot sands and burning blastW
And oft beneath the Banyan treeH
She sate and fondly nourish'd meH
And while the noontide hour past slowG
I felt her breast with kindness glowG
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Where'er I turn my sleepless eyesF
No cheek so dark as mine I seeH
For Europe's Suns with softer dyesF
Mark Europe's favour'd progenyH
Low is my stature black my hairN
The emblem of my Soul's despairN
My voice no dulcet cadence flingsX
To touch soft pity's throbbing stringsX
Then wherefore cruel Briton sayB
Compel my aching heart to stayB
To morrow's Sun may rise to seeH
The famish'd LASCAR blest as theeH
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The morn had scarcely shed its raysY
When from the City's din he ranZ
For he had fasted four long daysY
And faint his Pilgrimage beganZ
The LASCAR now without a friendR
Up the steep hill did slow ascendR
Now o'er the flow'ry meadows stoleG
While pain and hunger pinch'd his SoulG
And now his fev'rish lip was driedK
And burning tears his thirst supply'dK
And ere he saw the Ev'ning closeA2
Far off the City dimly roseB2
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Again the Summer Sun flam'd highA
The plains were golden far and wideK
And fervid was the cloudless skyA
And slow the breezes seem'd to glideK
The gossamer on briar and sprayB
Shone silv'ry in the solar rayB
And sparkling dew drops falling roundK
Spangled the hot and thirsty groundK
The insect myriads humm'd their tuneC2
To greet the coming hour of noonC2
While the poor LASCAR Boy in hasteK
Flew frantic o'er the sultry wasteK
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And whither could the wand'rer goG
Who would receive a stranger poorD2
Who when the blasts of night should blowG
Would ope to him the friendly doorD
Alone amid the race of manZ
The sad the fearful alien ranZ
None would an Indian wand'rer blessE2
None greet him with the fond caressE2
None feed him though with hunger keenF2
He at the Lordly gate were seenF2
Prostrate and humbly forc'd to craveV
A shelter for an Indian SlaveV
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The noon tide Sun now flaming wideK
No cloud its fierce beam shadow'd o'erG2
But what could worse to him betideK
Than begging at the proud man's doorD
For clos'd and lofty was the gateK
And there in all the pride of StateK
A surly Porter turn'd the keyH
A man of sullen soul was heH
His brow was fair but in his eyeA
Sat pamper'd scorn and tyrannyH
And near him a fierce mastiff stoodK
Eager to bathe his fangs in bloodK
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The weary LASCAR turn'd awayB
For trembling fear his heart subduedK
And down his cheek the tear would strayB
Though burning anguish drank his bloodK
The angry Mastiff snarl'd as heH
Turn'd from the house of luxuryH
The sultry hour was long and highA
The broad sun flamed athwart the skyA
But still a throbbing hope possess'dK
The Indian wand'rer's fev'rish breastK
When from the distant dell a soundK
Of swelling music echo'd roundK
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It was the church bell's merry pealG
And now a pleasant house he view'dK
And now his heart began to feelG
As though it were not quite subdu'dK
No lofty dome shew'd loftier stateK
No pamper'd Porter watch'd the gateK
No Mastiff like a tyrant stoodK
Eager to scatter human bloodK
Yet the poor Indian wand'rer foundK
E'en where Religion smil'd aroundK
That tears had little pow'r to speakH2
When trembling on a sable cheekH2
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With keen reproach and menace rudeK
The LASCAR Boy away was sentK
And now again he seem'd subdu'dK
And his soul sicken'd as he wentK
Now on the river's bank he stoodK
Now drank the cool refreshing floodK
Again his fainting heart beat highA
Again he rais'd his languid eyeA
Then from the upland's sultry sideK
Look'd back forgave the wretch and sigh'dK
While the proud PASTOR bent his wayB
To preach of CHARITY and PRAYB
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The LASCAR Boy still journey'd onI2
For the hot Sun HE well could bearN
And now the burning hour was goneJ2
And Evening came with softer airN
The breezes kiss'd his sable breastK
While his scorch'd feet the cold dew prestK
The waving flow'rs soft tears display'dK
And songs of rapture fill'd the gladeK
The South wind quiver'd o'er the streamK2
Reflecting back the rosy beamK2
While as the purpling twilight clos'dK
On a turf bed the Boy repos'dK
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And now in fancy's airy dreamK2
The LASCAR Boy his Mother spiedK
And from her breast a crimson streamK2
Slow trickled down her beating sideK
And now he heard her wild complainS
As loud she shriek'd but shriek'd in vainS
And now she sunk upon the groundK
The red stream trickling from her woundK
And near her feet a murd'rer stoodK
His glitt'ring poniard tipp'd with bloodK
And now farewell my son she criedK
Then clos'd her fainting eyes and diedK
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The Indian Wand'rer waking gaz'dK
With grief and pain and horror wildK
And tho' his fev'rish brain was craz'dK
He rais'd his eyes to Heav'n and smil'dK
And now the stars were twinkling clearP
And the blind Bat was whirling nearP
And the lone Owlet shriek'd while HeH
Still sate beneath a shelt'ring treeH
And now the fierce ton'd midnight blastK
Across the wide heath howling pastK
When a long cavalcade he spiedK
By torch light near the river's sideK
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He rose and hast'ning swiftly onI2
Call'd loudly to the Sumptuous trainS
But soon the cavalcade was goneJ2
And darkness wrapp'd the scene againL2
He follow'd still the distant soundK
He saw the lightning flashing roundK
He heard the crashing thunder roarD
He felt the whelming torrents pourD
And now beneath a shelt'ring woodK
He listen'd to the tumbling floodK
And now with falt'ring feeble breathM2
The famish'd LASCAR pray'd for DeathM2
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And now the flood began to riseF
And foaming rush'd along the valeG
The LASCAR watch'd with stedfast eyesF
The flash descending quickN2

Mary Darby Robinson



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