Vignettes 26: Elegy On Edward Betham, Lost In The Duchess Of Gordon East Indiaman, Off The Cape Of G Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Lovely as are the wide and sudden calmsA
Upon a lake when all the waters riseB
To smooth each undulation and presentC
A plain of molten silver is the hopeD
Dear Edward of thy safety which now comesE
To fill expand and elevate my heartF
String every nerve and give to every veinG
A warmer and a sweeter sense of lifeH
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Welcome oh welcome that most healing hopeD
Pouring abroad an efficacious rayI
Into the aching bosom Tidings sweetJ
Those of such prompt return with wisdom gain'dK
By suffering but with all thy innocenceL
All thy accustomed gaiety of heartF
And all thy deep quick sensibilitiesM
Those gems of virtue which concentre stillN
In narrow limits stores of moral wealthO
Beyond all estimate whose value knownP
The dealer sells his other merchandizeM
His ivory and curious workmanshipQ
The silkworm's product and the cloth of goldR
To purchase that imperishable storeS
More highly prized than all Possessing allT
The properties most precious of the restU
In a superior measure and degreeV
Without alloy sparkling with inward lightW
Unseen untraced the process of his growthX
No aid from any human hand or careY
No nourishment from any earthly dewsM
No ripening from our bright material sunZ
But secretly supplied by ProvidenceM
With some more pure diviner alimentW
And with more heavenly searching radiance fill'dW
For the superior comfort higher blissM
Of that in drinking eye the soul of manA2
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Thus sang I when fallacious hopes were rais'dW
Of his dear safety whom howe'er belov'dW
However strong in health and firmly builtW
Like a fine statue of the antique worldW
As if he might have reach'd a centuryV
Without decrepitude we ne'er againB2
Nor we alone no other human eyeC2
Can e'er behold Then had I painted himD2
Returning as he lately left our shoresM
With all the fairness and the bloom of youthE2
The light brown hair and its soft yellow gleamsM
Brightened with silver thickening into shadeW
Now with a dove like now a chesnut hueF2
The smile of Peace and Love and joyful HopeD
And those blue eyes through whose dark lash the soulG2
Rejoicing from its kind and happy homeH2
Look'd forth with rapture artless and uncheck'dW
Eyes where Delight in careless luxuryV
Lay nestling and indulging blissful thoughtsM
With every day dream for whose food the worldW
Offers magnificence and lovelinessM
All graceful motions and all graceful formsM
The ripened nectar of delicious soundsM
The social haunt the lonely quiet hourI2
The Hopes embodying innocent and gayI
As those of Childhood whose soft footstep pastW
Not long before not yet forgotten byC2
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The letter dearest blotted with thy tearsM
In answer to a caution fear express'dW
By much too strongly often gives my heartW
A secret pang but of remorse for noughtW
But paining thee too tender to endureJ2
The thought that self indulgence or neglectW
Causing increas'd disquietude and careY
Might by increased disquietude and careY
Open the grave for him who gave thee birthK2
How often and how warmly did'st thou askL2
With epithets of fondness how I dar'dW
Imagine such a horror and to oneZ
Present who would have died or borne extremesM
Of any hard endurance not to giveM2
The slightest anguish to a parent's breastW
Alas the cruel rashness of reproofM2
The busy vigilance of human prideW
Like a too eager partizan may strikeN2
To ward off danger from his chieftain's headW
A fellow soldier zealous in the causeM
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As of this world this visible wide worldW
This earth with all its forests all its plantsM
All its deep mines its rivers and its seasM
Yea all that breathes and moves and clings to lifeM2
By any subtler impulse which eludesM
Our blunted observation as of thisM
All that appears and all that is so muchO2
Remains in scorn of science unexplor'dW
So in the not less wond'rous moral worldW
The innermost recesses of the mindW
We see as little save Phoenician likeN2
By petty trade and parley on its coastsM
Talk by interpreters impatient guessM
Or careless resting in incertitudeW
At meanings in a tongue almost unknownP
Or so corrupted by this intercourseM
That all its native harmony is lostW
Its irresistible persuasions o'erI2
The clearness and the sweetness of its tonesM
Its loftiness simplicity and truthE2
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All that we hear is coarse and limitedW
And yet we sail along and search no moreS
And look no farther though the ear is pall'dW
With the vile din of tame monotonyV
The taste perverted judgment led astrayI
By soul annihilating idlenessM
By universal strengthless povertyV
Which leans upon its neighbour for supportW
And lifts the eye for sanction or assentW
To weakness still more helpless than its ownP
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Two thousand years the sanctuary's veilP2
Has now been rent asunder shewing allT
That to the patient and unsandall'd footW
Egress and regress freely are allowedW
Through that most glorious temple where abstractW
And long a stranger to the vulgar eyeC2
Thought held her silent rule and mission'd forthQ2
Her sealed and unquestion'd messengersM
Yet those who follow nature when the trackR2
Is finer than a hair those who can cleaveM2
The subtile and combined elementsM
That form a drop of water those can shrinkS2
From the more holy alchemy enjoin'dW
Call'd for by that disgust the heart conceivesM
At the usurping empire of pretenceM
At all those useless and disgraceful chainsM
Which tie us down and imp with aptest wingsM
Falsehood and selfishness who ought to creepT2
In their own reptile slime and dart awayI
When eyes perceiv'd their presence Oh could thoseM
Adventure in too perilous a pathU2
If without other guide than the bright starsM
The love of what is lofty and divineV2
Or the desire of gaining for mankindW
Now fettered and held down to poison'd foodW
Its unpolluted birth rightW
they dared onW2
Plunging at once into untravelled realmsM
And bringing as the harvest of their toilX2
Arms which will make each potent talismanZ
Each charm and spell and dire enchantment sinkS2
In endless infamy without a hopeD
To trick their bloated and their wither'd limbsM
In any Proteus vestment of disguiseM
Again to awe and ruinate the worldW
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Oh my dear brother little did I thinkS2
These lines would be prophetic yet to meV
They seem so for I since have felt deep woeY2
And passed through seas of anguish to attainG
A view of mysteries wonderful and sadW
Since they are rivetted through every climeV
With shame and guilt and wretchedness on allT
That bear what only is the curse of lifeM2
Whilst they remain which have confronted timeV
Wearing the semblance sporting with the namesM
Of truth and valour liberty and GodW
Successfully through each recorded ageZ2
But yet may fall and will I trust and hopeD

Matilda Betham



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