The Lascar Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDDEEFFGH DBDBIIJJKKHH BLBLMMNNOOPN QIQIGGFFRRBB STSUVVGGAASS LBLBDDWWHHGG FHFHNNXXBBHH YZYZRRGGKKA2B2 AKAKBBKKC2C2KK GD2GDZZE2E2F2F2VV KG2KDKKHHAHKK BKBKHHAAKKKK GKGKKKKKKKH2H2 KKKKKKAAKKBB A I2NJ2NKKKKK2K2KK K2KK2KSSKKKKKK KKKKPPHHKKKK I2SJ2L2KKDDKKM2M2 FGFN2| I | A |
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| Another day Ah me a day | B |
| Of dreary Sorrow is begun | C |
| And still I loath the temper'd ray | B |
| And still I hate the sickly Sun | C |
| Far from my Native Indian shore | D |
| I hear our wretched race deplore | D |
| I mark the smile of taunting Scorn | E |
| And curse the hour when I was born | E |
| I weep but no one gently tries | F |
| To stop my tear or check my sighs | F |
| For while my heart beats mournfully | G |
| Dear Indian home I sigh for Thee | H |
| - | |
| Since gaudy Sun I see no more | D |
| Thy hottest glory gild the day | B |
| Since sever'd from my burning shore | D |
| I waste the vapid hours away | B |
| O darkness come come deepest gloom | I |
| Shroud the young Summer's op'ning bloom | I |
| Burn temper'd Orb with fiercer beams | J |
| This northern world and drink the streams | J |
| That thro' the fertile vallies glide | K |
| To bathe the feasted Fiends of Pride | K |
| Or hence broad Sun extinguish'd be | H |
| For endless night encircles Me | H |
| - | |
| What is to me the City gay | B |
| And what the board profusely spread | L |
| I have no home no rich array | B |
| No spicy feast no downy bed | L |
| I with the dogs am doom'd to eat | M |
| To perish in the peopled street | M |
| To drink the tear of deep despair | N |
| The scoff and scorn of fools to bear | N |
| I sleep upon a bed of stone | O |
| I pace the meadows wild alone | O |
| And if I curse my fate severe | P |
| Some Christian Savage mocks my tear | N |
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| Shut out the Sun O pitying Night | Q |
| Make the wide world my silent tomb | I |
| O'ershade this northern sickly light | Q |
| And shroud me in eternal gloom | I |
| My Indian plains now smiling glow | G |
| There stands my Parent's hovel low | G |
| And there the tow'ring aloes rise | F |
| And fling their perfumes to the skies | F |
| There the broad palm Trees covert lend | R |
| There Sun and Shade delicious blend | R |
| But here amid the blunted ray | B |
| Cold shadows hourly cross my way | B |
| - | |
| Was it for this that on the main | S |
| I met the tempest fierce and strong | T |
| And steering o'er the liquid plain | S |
| Still onward press'd the waves among | U |
| Was it for this the LASCAR brave | V |
| Toil'd like a wretched Indian Slave | V |
| Preserv'd your treasures by his toil | G |
| And sigh'd to greet this fertile soil | G |
| Was it for this to beg to die | A |
| Where plenty smiles and where the Sky | A |
| Sheds cooling airs while fev'rish pain | S |
| Maddens the famish'd LASCAR'S brain | S |
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| Oft I the stately Camel led | L |
| And sung the short hour'd night away | B |
| And oft upon the top mast's head | L |
| Hail'd the red Eye of coming day | B |
| The Tanyan's back my mother bore | D |
| And oft the wavy Ganges' roar | D |
| Lull'd her to rest as on she past | W |
| 'Mid the hot sands and burning blast | W |
| And oft beneath the Banyan tree | H |
| She sate and fondly nourish'd me | H |
| And while the noontide hour past slow | G |
| I felt her breast with kindness glow | G |
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| Where'er I turn my sleepless eyes | F |
| No cheek so dark as mine I see | H |
| For Europe's Suns with softer dyes | F |
| Mark Europe's favour'd progeny | H |
| Low is my stature black my hair | N |
| The emblem of my Soul's despair | N |
| My voice no dulcet cadence flings | X |
| To touch soft pity's throbbing strings | X |
| Then wherefore cruel Briton say | B |
| Compel my aching heart to stay | B |
| To morrow's Sun may rise to see | H |
| The famish'd LASCAR blest as thee | H |
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| The morn had scarcely shed its rays | Y |
| When from the City's din he ran | Z |
| For he had fasted four long days | Y |
| And faint his Pilgrimage began | Z |
| The LASCAR now without a friend | R |
| Up the steep hill did slow ascend | R |
| Now o'er the flow'ry meadows stole | G |
| While pain and hunger pinch'd his Soul | G |
| And now his fev'rish lip was dried | K |
| And burning tears his thirst supply'd | K |
| And ere he saw the Ev'ning close | A2 |
| Far off the City dimly rose | B2 |
| - | |
| Again the Summer Sun flam'd high | A |
| The plains were golden far and wide | K |
| And fervid was the cloudless sky | A |
| And slow the breezes seem'd to glide | K |
| The gossamer on briar and spray | B |
| Shone silv'ry in the solar ray | B |
| And sparkling dew drops falling round | K |
| Spangled the hot and thirsty ground | K |
| The insect myriads humm'd their tune | C2 |
| To greet the coming hour of noon | C2 |
| While the poor LASCAR Boy in haste | K |
| Flew frantic o'er the sultry waste | K |
| - | |
| And whither could the wand'rer go | G |
| Who would receive a stranger poor | D2 |
| Who when the blasts of night should blow | G |
| Would ope to him the friendly door | D |
| Alone amid the race of man | Z |
| The sad the fearful alien ran | Z |
| None would an Indian wand'rer bless | E2 |
| None greet him with the fond caress | E2 |
| None feed him though with hunger keen | F2 |
| He at the Lordly gate were seen | F2 |
| Prostrate and humbly forc'd to crave | V |
| A shelter for an Indian Slave | V |
| - | |
| The noon tide Sun now flaming wide | K |
| No cloud its fierce beam shadow'd o'er | G2 |
| But what could worse to him betide | K |
| Than begging at the proud man's door | D |
| For clos'd and lofty was the gate | K |
| And there in all the pride of State | K |
| A surly Porter turn'd the key | H |
| A man of sullen soul was he | H |
| His brow was fair but in his eye | A |
| Sat pamper'd scorn and tyranny | H |
| And near him a fierce mastiff stood | K |
| Eager to bathe his fangs in blood | K |
| - | |
| The weary LASCAR turn'd away | B |
| For trembling fear his heart subdued | K |
| And down his cheek the tear would stray | B |
| Though burning anguish drank his blood | K |
| The angry Mastiff snarl'd as he | H |
| Turn'd from the house of luxury | H |
| The sultry hour was long and high | A |
| The broad sun flamed athwart the sky | A |
| But still a throbbing hope possess'd | K |
| The Indian wand'rer's fev'rish breast | K |
| When from the distant dell a sound | K |
| Of swelling music echo'd round | K |
| - | |
| It was the church bell's merry peal | G |
| And now a pleasant house he view'd | K |
| And now his heart began to feel | G |
| As though it were not quite subdu'd | K |
| No lofty dome shew'd loftier state | K |
| No pamper'd Porter watch'd the gate | K |
| No Mastiff like a tyrant stood | K |
| Eager to scatter human blood | K |
| Yet the poor Indian wand'rer found | K |
| E'en where Religion smil'd around | K |
| That tears had little pow'r to speak | H2 |
| When trembling on a sable cheek | H2 |
| - | |
| With keen reproach and menace rude | K |
| The LASCAR Boy away was sent | K |
| And now again he seem'd subdu'd | K |
| And his soul sicken'd as he went | K |
| Now on the river's bank he stood | K |
| Now drank the cool refreshing flood | K |
| Again his fainting heart beat high | A |
| Again he rais'd his languid eye | A |
| Then from the upland's sultry side | K |
| Look'd back forgave the wretch and sigh'd | K |
| While the proud PASTOR bent his way | B |
| To preach of CHARITY and PRAY | B |
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| - | |
| II | A |
| - | |
| The LASCAR Boy still journey'd on | I2 |
| For the hot Sun HE well could bear | N |
| And now the burning hour was gone | J2 |
| And Evening came with softer air | N |
| The breezes kiss'd his sable breast | K |
| While his scorch'd feet the cold dew prest | K |
| The waving flow'rs soft tears display'd | K |
| And songs of rapture fill'd the glade | K |
| The South wind quiver'd o'er the stream | K2 |
| Reflecting back the rosy beam | K2 |
| While as the purpling twilight clos'd | K |
| On a turf bed the Boy repos'd | K |
| - | |
| And now in fancy's airy dream | K2 |
| The LASCAR Boy his Mother spied | K |
| And from her breast a crimson stream | K2 |
| Slow trickled down her beating side | K |
| And now he heard her wild complain | S |
| As loud she shriek'd but shriek'd in vain | S |
| And now she sunk upon the ground | K |
| The red stream trickling from her wound | K |
| And near her feet a murd'rer stood | K |
| His glitt'ring poniard tipp'd with blood | K |
| And now farewell my son she cried | K |
| Then clos'd her fainting eyes and died | K |
| - | |
| The Indian Wand'rer waking gaz'd | K |
| With grief and pain and horror wild | K |
| And tho' his fev'rish brain was craz'd | K |
| He rais'd his eyes to Heav'n and smil'd | K |
| And now the stars were twinkling clear | P |
| And the blind Bat was whirling near | P |
| And the lone Owlet shriek'd while He | H |
| Still sate beneath a shelt'ring tree | H |
| And now the fierce ton'd midnight blast | K |
| Across the wide heath howling past | K |
| When a long cavalcade he spied | K |
| By torch light near the river's side | K |
| - | |
| He rose and hast'ning swiftly on | I2 |
| Call'd loudly to the Sumptuous train | S |
| But soon the cavalcade was gone | J2 |
| And darkness wrapp'd the scene again | L2 |
| He follow'd still the distant sound | K |
| He saw the lightning flashing round | K |
| He heard the crashing thunder roar | D |
| He felt the whelming torrents pour | D |
| And now beneath a shelt'ring wood | K |
| He listen'd to the tumbling flood | K |
| And now with falt'ring feeble breath | M2 |
| The famish'd LASCAR pray'd for Death | M2 |
| - | |
| And now the flood began to rise | F |
| And foaming rush'd along the vale | G |
| The LASCAR watch'd with stedfast eyes | F |
| The flash descending quick | N2 |
Mary Darby Robinson
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