Vignettes 26: Elegy On Edward Betham, Lost In The Duchess Of Gordon East Indiaman, Off The Cape Of G Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGH DIJKLFMNOPMQRSTUVWXY MZMWWMA2 WWWWVB2C2D2ME2MWF2DG 2H2WVMWMMMI2IWC2 MWWWJ2WYYK2L2WZMM2WM 2WN2WM WMMM2MMO2WWWN2MMWPMW I2ME2 WSWVIMVWWP P2TWWWC2Q2MR2M2MS2WM MMMT2IMU2MV2WWWW2MX2 ZS2DMMW S2VY2GWVTM2VMWZ2D| Lovely as are the wide and sudden calms | A |
| Upon a lake when all the waters rise | B |
| To smooth each undulation and present | C |
| A plain of molten silver is the hope | D |
| Dear Edward of thy safety which now comes | E |
| To fill expand and elevate my heart | F |
| String every nerve and give to every vein | G |
| A warmer and a sweeter sense of life | H |
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| Welcome oh welcome that most healing hope | D |
| Pouring abroad an efficacious ray | I |
| Into the aching bosom Tidings sweet | J |
| Those of such prompt return with wisdom gain'd | K |
| By suffering but with all thy innocence | L |
| All thy accustomed gaiety of heart | F |
| And all thy deep quick sensibilities | M |
| Those gems of virtue which concentre still | N |
| In narrow limits stores of moral wealth | O |
| Beyond all estimate whose value known | P |
| The dealer sells his other merchandize | M |
| His ivory and curious workmanship | Q |
| The silkworm's product and the cloth of gold | R |
| To purchase that imperishable store | S |
| More highly prized than all Possessing all | T |
| The properties most precious of the rest | U |
| In a superior measure and degree | V |
| Without alloy sparkling with inward light | W |
| Unseen untraced the process of his growth | X |
| No aid from any human hand or care | Y |
| No nourishment from any earthly dews | M |
| No ripening from our bright material sun | Z |
| But secretly supplied by Providence | M |
| With some more pure diviner aliment | W |
| And with more heavenly searching radiance fill'd | W |
| For the superior comfort higher bliss | M |
| Of that in drinking eye the soul of man | A2 |
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| Thus sang I when fallacious hopes were rais'd | W |
| Of his dear safety whom howe'er belov'd | W |
| However strong in health and firmly built | W |
| Like a fine statue of the antique world | W |
| As if he might have reach'd a century | V |
| Without decrepitude we ne'er again | B2 |
| Nor we alone no other human eye | C2 |
| Can e'er behold Then had I painted him | D2 |
| Returning as he lately left our shores | M |
| With all the fairness and the bloom of youth | E2 |
| The light brown hair and its soft yellow gleams | M |
| Brightened with silver thickening into shade | W |
| Now with a dove like now a chesnut hue | F2 |
| The smile of Peace and Love and joyful Hope | D |
| And those blue eyes through whose dark lash the soul | G2 |
| Rejoicing from its kind and happy home | H2 |
| Look'd forth with rapture artless and uncheck'd | W |
| Eyes where Delight in careless luxury | V |
| Lay nestling and indulging blissful thoughts | M |
| With every day dream for whose food the world | W |
| Offers magnificence and loveliness | M |
| All graceful motions and all graceful forms | M |
| The ripened nectar of delicious sounds | M |
| The social haunt the lonely quiet hour | I2 |
| The Hopes embodying innocent and gay | I |
| As those of Childhood whose soft footstep past | W |
| Not long before not yet forgotten by | C2 |
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| The letter dearest blotted with thy tears | M |
| In answer to a caution fear express'd | W |
| By much too strongly often gives my heart | W |
| A secret pang but of remorse for nought | W |
| But paining thee too tender to endure | J2 |
| The thought that self indulgence or neglect | W |
| Causing increas'd disquietude and care | Y |
| Might by increased disquietude and care | Y |
| Open the grave for him who gave thee birth | K2 |
| How often and how warmly did'st thou ask | L2 |
| With epithets of fondness how I dar'd | W |
| Imagine such a horror and to one | Z |
| Present who would have died or borne extremes | M |
| Of any hard endurance not to give | M2 |
| The slightest anguish to a parent's breast | W |
| Alas the cruel rashness of reproof | M2 |
| The busy vigilance of human pride | W |
| Like a too eager partizan may strike | N2 |
| To ward off danger from his chieftain's head | W |
| A fellow soldier zealous in the cause | M |
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| As of this world this visible wide world | W |
| This earth with all its forests all its plants | M |
| All its deep mines its rivers and its seas | M |
| Yea all that breathes and moves and clings to life | M2 |
| By any subtler impulse which eludes | M |
| Our blunted observation as of this | M |
| All that appears and all that is so much | O2 |
| Remains in scorn of science unexplor'd | W |
| So in the not less wond'rous moral world | W |
| The innermost recesses of the mind | W |
| We see as little save Phoenician like | N2 |
| By petty trade and parley on its coasts | M |
| Talk by interpreters impatient guess | M |
| Or careless resting in incertitude | W |
| At meanings in a tongue almost unknown | P |
| Or so corrupted by this intercourse | M |
| That all its native harmony is lost | W |
| Its irresistible persuasions o'er | I2 |
| The clearness and the sweetness of its tones | M |
| Its loftiness simplicity and truth | E2 |
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| All that we hear is coarse and limited | W |
| And yet we sail along and search no more | S |
| And look no farther though the ear is pall'd | W |
| With the vile din of tame monotony | V |
| The taste perverted judgment led astray | I |
| By soul annihilating idleness | M |
| By universal strengthless poverty | V |
| Which leans upon its neighbour for support | W |
| And lifts the eye for sanction or assent | W |
| To weakness still more helpless than its own | P |
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| Two thousand years the sanctuary's veil | P2 |
| Has now been rent asunder shewing all | T |
| That to the patient and unsandall'd foot | W |
| Egress and regress freely are allowed | W |
| Through that most glorious temple where abstract | W |
| And long a stranger to the vulgar eye | C2 |
| Thought held her silent rule and mission'd forth | Q2 |
| Her sealed and unquestion'd messengers | M |
| Yet those who follow nature when the track | R2 |
| Is finer than a hair those who can cleave | M2 |
| The subtile and combined elements | M |
| That form a drop of water those can shrink | S2 |
| From the more holy alchemy enjoin'd | W |
| Call'd for by that disgust the heart conceives | M |
| At the usurping empire of pretence | M |
| At all those useless and disgraceful chains | M |
| Which tie us down and imp with aptest wings | M |
| Falsehood and selfishness who ought to creep | T2 |
| In their own reptile slime and dart away | I |
| When eyes perceiv'd their presence Oh could those | M |
| Adventure in too perilous a path | U2 |
| If without other guide than the bright stars | M |
| The love of what is lofty and divine | V2 |
| Or the desire of gaining for mankind | W |
| Now fettered and held down to poison'd food | W |
| Its unpolluted birth right | W |
| they dared on | W2 |
| Plunging at once into untravelled realms | M |
| And bringing as the harvest of their toil | X2 |
| Arms which will make each potent talisman | Z |
| Each charm and spell and dire enchantment sink | S2 |
| In endless infamy without a hope | D |
| To trick their bloated and their wither'd limbs | M |
| In any Proteus vestment of disguise | M |
| Again to awe and ruinate the world | W |
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| Oh my dear brother little did I think | S2 |
| These lines would be prophetic yet to me | V |
| They seem so for I since have felt deep woe | Y2 |
| And passed through seas of anguish to attain | G |
| A view of mysteries wonderful and sad | W |
| Since they are rivetted through every clime | V |
| With shame and guilt and wretchedness on all | T |
| That bear what only is the curse of life | M2 |
| Whilst they remain which have confronted time | V |
| Wearing the semblance sporting with the names | M |
| Of truth and valour liberty and God | W |
| Successfully through each recorded age | Z2 |
| But yet may fall and will I trust and hope | D |
Matilda Betham
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