The Terrors Of Guilt Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DBDB EEBBFFF BBGGHHHHIIJJKKLLMM HHNNOOHHPPQR SSFTUUVVRRBBJJWW XXRRRRRRCCEEFFYYZZ A2B2HHWWAA C2C2VVAAD2D2E2HF2F2B B H PG2Yon coward with the streaming hair | A |
And visage madden'd to despair | A |
With step convuls'd unsettled eye | B |
And bosom lab'ring with a sigh | B |
Is Guilt Behold he hears the name | C |
And starts with horror fear and shame | C |
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See slow Suspicion by his side | D |
With winking microscopic eye | B |
And Mystery his muffled guide | D |
With fearful speech and head awry | B |
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See scowling Malice there attend | E |
Bold Falsehood an apparent friend | E |
Avarice repining o'er his pelf | B |
Mean Cunning lover of himself | B |
Hatred the son of conscious Fear | F |
Impatient Envy with a fiend like sneer | F |
And shades of blasted Hopes which still are hovering near | F |
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All other woes will find relief | B |
And time alleviate every grief | B |
Memory though slowly will decay | G |
And Sorrow's empire pass away | G |
Awhile Misfortune may controul | H |
And Fain oppress the virtuous soul | H |
Yet Innocence can still beguile | H |
The patient sufferer of a smile | H |
The beams of Hope may still dispense | I |
A grateful feeling to the sense | I |
Friendship may cast her arms around | J |
And with fond tears embalm the wound | J |
Or Piety's soft incense rise | K |
And waft reflection to the skies | K |
But those fell pangs which he endures | L |
Nor Time forgets nor Kindness cures | L |
Like Ocean's waves they still return | M |
Like Etna's fires forever burn | M |
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Hound him no genial zephyrs fly | H |
No fair horizon glads his eye | H |
No joys to him does Nature yield | N |
The solemn grove or laughing field | N |
Though both with loud rejoicings ring | O |
No pleasure does the echo bring | O |
Not bubbling waters as they roll | H |
Can tranquillize his bursting soul | H |
For Conscience still with tingling smart | P |
Asserts his empire o'er his heart | P |
And even when his eye lids close | Q |
With clamourous scream affrights repose | R |
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Oppress'd with light he seeks to shun | S |
The splendid glories of the sun | S |
The busy crowds that hover near | F |
Torment his eye distract his ear | T |
He hastens to the secret shades | U |
Where not a ray the gloom pervades | U |
Where Contemplation may retreat | V |
And Silence take his mossy seat | V |
Yet even there no peace he knows | R |
His fev'rish blood no calmer flows | R |
Some hid assassins 'vengeful knife | B |
Is rais'd to end his wretched life | B |
He shudders starts and stares around | J |
With breathless fright to catch the fancied sound | J |
Seeks for the dagger in his breast | W |
And gripes it 'neath his ruffled vest | W |
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Lo now he plunges in the flood | X |
To cleanse his garments stain'd with blood | X |
His sanguine arm in terror laves | R |
But ah its hue defies the waves | R |
Deprest bewildered thence he flies | R |
And to avoid Detection tries | R |
Who frowning still before him stands | R |
The sword of Justice in her hands | R |
Abhorrent Scorn unpitying Shame | C |
And Punishments without a name | C |
Still on her sounding steps attend | E |
And every added horror lend | E |
He turns away with dread and fear | F |
But the fell spectres still are near | F |
Though Falsehood's mazes see him wind | Y |
Yet Infamy is close behind | Y |
Lifting her horn with horrors fraught | Z |
Whose hideous yell is frenzy to the thought | Z |
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Now maniac like he comes again | A2 |
And mixes with the jocund train | B2 |
But still those eyes that wildly roll | H |
Bespeak the tempest in his soul | H |
In yon deep cave he strives to rest | W |
But Mem'ry harrows up his breast | W |
He clasps the goblet foe to Care | A |
And lo Distraction hovers there | A |
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Ah hapless wretch condemn'd to know | C2 |
The sad varieties of woe | C2 |
Where'er thy footsteps turn to meet | V |
An earthquake yawning at thy feet | V |
While o'er thy head pale meteors glare | A |
And boding tempests fill the air | A |
In throbbing anguish doom'd to roam | D2 |
Yet never find a peaceful home | D2 |
Haste to the shrine of Mercy hie | E2 |
There lift the penitential eye | H |
With breaking heart thy sins deplore | F2 |
And wound Integrity no more | F2 |
Repentance then thy soul shall save | B |
And snatch thee ransom'd from the grave | B |
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JULY | H |
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The death of Selred last King of the East Saxons reduced that part | P |
of the Heptarchy to dependance on Mercia The rest is imaginary | G2 |
Matilda Betham
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