Cromwell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Introduction The mountains and the sea the cradles of Freedom contrasted with the birth place of Cromwell His childhood and youth The germs of his future character probably formed during his life of inaction Cromwell at the moment of his intended embarkation Retrospect of his past life and profligate youth Temptations held out by the prospect of a life of rest in America How far such rest was allowable Vision of his future life Different persons represented in it Charles the First Cromwell himself His victories and maritime glory Pym Strafford Laud Hampden Falkland Milton Charles the First Cromwell on his death bed His character Dispersion of the vision ConclusionB
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Schrecklich ist es deiner WahrheitC
Sterbliches Gef ss zu seynB
V SchillerD
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High fate is theirs ye sleepless waves whose earE
Learns Freedom's lesson from your voice of fearF
Whose spellbound sense from childhood's hour hath knownB
Familiar meanings in your mystic toneB
Sounds of deep import voices that beguileG
Age of its tears and childhood of its smileG
To yearn with speechless impulse to the freeH
And gladsome greetings of the buoyant seaH
High fate is theirs who where the silent skyI
Stoops to the soaring mountains live and dieI
Who scale the cloud capt height or sink to restC
In the deep stillness of its shelt'ring breastC
Around whose feet the exulting waves have sungJ
The eternal hills their giant shadows flungJ
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No wonders nurs'd thy childhood not for theeH
Did the waves chant their song of libertyH
Thine was no mountain home where Freedom's formK
Abides enthron'd amid the mist and stormK
And whispers to the listening winds that swellL
With solemn cadence round her citadelL
These had no sound for thee that cold calm eyeI
Lit with no rapture as the storm swept byI
To mark with shiver'd crest the reeling waveM
Hide his torn head beneath his sunless caveM
Or hear 'mid circling crags the impatient cryI
Of the pent winds that scream in agonyH
Yet all high sounds that mountain children hearE
Flash'd from thy soul upon thine inward earE
All Freedom's mystic language storms that roarN
By hill or wave the mountain or the shoreN
All these had stirr'd thy spirit and thine eyeI
In common sights read secret sympathyH
Till all bright thoughts that hills or waves can yieldC
Deck'd the dull waste and the familiar fieldC
Or wondrous sounds from tranquil skies were borneB
Far o'er the glistening sheets of windy cornB
Skies that unbound by clasp of mountain chainB
Slope stately down and melt into the plainB
Sounds such as erst the lone wayfaring manB
Caught as he journeyed from the lips of PanB
Or that mysterious cry that smote with fearF
Like sounds from other worlds the Spartan's earE
While o'er the dusty plain the murmurous throngO
Of Heaven's embattled myriads swept alongO
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Say not such dreams are idle for the manB
Still toils to perfect what the child beganB
And thoughts that were but outlines time engravesH
Deep on his life and childhood's baby wavesH
Made rough with care become the changeful seaH
Stemm'd by the strength of manhood fearlesslyL
And fleeting thoughts that on the lonely wildC
Swept o'er the fancy of that heedless childC
Perchance had quicken'd with a living truthP
The cold dull soil of his unfruitful youthP
Till with his daily life a life that threwQ
Its shadows o'er the future flower'd and grewQ
With common cares unmingling and apartC
Haunting the shrouded chambers of his heartC
Till life unstirr'd by action life becameR
Threaded and lighten'd by a track of flameR
An inward light that with its streaming rayS
On the dark current of his changeless dayS
Bound all his being with a silver chainB
Like a swift river through a silent plainB
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High thoughts were his when by the gleaming floodC
With heart new strung and stern resolve he stoodC
Where rode the tall dark ships whose loosen'd sailL
All idly flutter'd in the eastern galeL
High thoughts were his but Memory's glance the whileL
Fell on the cherish'd past with tearful smileL
And peaceful joys and gentler thoughts swept byI
Like summer lightnings o'er a darken'd skyI
The peace of childhood and the thoughts that roamT
Like loving shadows round that childhood's homeT
Joys that had come and vanish'd half unknownB
Then slowly brighten'd as the days had flownB
Years that were sweet or sad becalm'd or toss'dC
On life's wild waves the living and the lostC
Youth stain'd with follies and the thoughts of illL
Crush'd as they rose by manhood's sterner willL
Repentant prayers that had been strong to saveM
And the first sorrow which is childhood's graveM
All shapes that haunt remembrance soft and fairU
Like a green land at sunset all were thereU
Eyes that he knew old faces unforgotC
Gaz'd sadly down on his unrestful lotC
And Memory's calm clear voice and mournful eyeI
Chill'd every buoyant hope that floated byI
Like frozen winds on southern vales that blowL
From a far land the children of the snowL
O'er flowering plain and blossom'd meadow flingV
The cold dull shadow of their icy wingV
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Then Fancy's roving visions bold and freeH
A moment dispossess'd realityH
All airy hopes that idle hearts can frameR
Like dreams between two sorrows went and cameR
Fond hearts that fain would clothe the unwelcome truthP
Of toilsome manhood in the dreams of youthP
To bend in rapture at some idle throneB
Some lifeless soulless phantom of their ownB
Some shadowy vision of a tranquil lifeW
Of joys unclouded years unstirr'd by strifeW
Of sleep unshadow'd by a dream of woeL
Of many a lawny hill and streams with silver flowL
Of giant mountains by the western mainB
The sunless forest and the sea like plainB
Those lingering hopes of coward hearts that stillL
Would play the traitor to the steadfast willL
One moment's space perchance might charm his eyeI
From the stern future and the years gong byI
One moment's space might waft him far awayS
To western shores the death place of the dayS
Might paint the calm sweet peace the rest of homeT
Far o'er the pathless waste of labouring foamT
Peace that recall'd his childish hours anewQ
More calm more deep than childhood ever knewQ
Green happy places like a flowery leaH
Between the barren mountains and the stormy seaH
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O pleasant rest if once the race were runB
O happy slumber if the day were doneB
Dreams that were sweet at eve at morn were sinB
With cares to conquer and a goal to winB
His were no tranquil years no languid sleepX
No life of dreams no home beyond the deepX
No softening ray no visions false and wildC
No glittering hopes on life's grey distance smiledC
Like isles of sunlight on a mountain's browY
Lit by a wandering gleam we know not howY
Far on the dim horizon when the skyI
With glooming clouds broods dark and heavilyH
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Then his eye slumber'd and the chain was brokeZ
That bound his spirit and his heart awokeZ
Then like a kingly river swift and strongO
The future roll'd its gathering tides alongO
The shout of onset and the shriek of fearF
Smote like the rush of waters on his earE
And his eye kindled with the kindling frayS
The surging battle and the mail'd arrayS
All wondrous deeds the coming days should seeH
And the long Vision of the years to beH
Pale phantom hosts like shadows faint and farA2
Councils and armies and the pomp of warN
And one sway'd all who wore a kingly crownB
Until another rose and smote him downB
A form that tower'd above his brother menB
A form he knew but it was shrouded thenB
With stern slow steps unseen yet still the sameR
By leaguer'd tower and tented field it cameR
By Naseby's hill o'er Marston's heathy wasteC
By Worcester's field the warrior vision pass'dC
From their deep base thy beetling cliffs DunbarA2
Rang as he trode them with the voice of warN
The soldier kindled at his words of fireD
The statesman quail'd before his glance of ireB2
Worn was his brow with cares no thought could scanB
His step was loftier than the steps of manB
And the winds told his glory and the waveM
Sonorous witness to his empire gaveM
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What forms are these that with complaining soundC
And slow reluctant steps are gathering roundC
Forms that with him shall tread life's changing stageC2
Cross his lone path or share his pilgrimageD2
There as he gazed a wondrous band they cameR
Pym's look of hate and Strafford's glance of flameR
There Laud with noiseless steps and glittering eyeI
In priestly garb a frail old man Went byI
His drooping head bowed meekly on his breastC
His hands were folded like a saint at restC
There Hampden bent him o'er his saddle bowY
And death's cold dews bedimm'd his earnest browY
Still turn'd to watch the battle still forgotC
Himself his sufferings in his country's lotC
There Falkland eyed the strife that would not ceaseH
Shook back his tangled locks and murmur'd 'Peace '-
With feet that spurn'd the ground lo Milton thereU
Stood like a statue and his face was fairU
Fair beyond human beauty and his eyeI
That knew not earth soar'd upwards to the skyI
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He too was there it was the princely boyE2
The child companion of his childish joyE2
But oh how chang'd those deathlike features woreN
Childhood's bright glance and sunny smile no moreN
That brow so sad so pale so full of careU
What trace of careless childhood linger'd thereU
What spring of youth in that majestic mienB
So sadly calm so kingly so sereneB
No all was chang'd the monarch wept aloneB
Between a ruin'd church and shatter'd throneB
Friendless and hopeless like a lonely treeH
On some bare headland straining mournfullyH
That all night long its weary moan doth makeF2
To the vex'd waters of a mountain lakeF2
Still as he gaz'd the phantom's mournful glanceH
Shook the deep slumber of his deathlike tranceH
Like some forgotten strain that haunts us stillH
That calm eye follow'd turn him where he willH
Till the pale monarch and the long arrayS
Pass'd like a morning mist in tears awayS
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Then all his dream was troubled and his soulH
Thrill'd with a dread no slumber could controlH
On that dark form his eyes had gaz'd beforeN
Nor known it then but it was veil'd no moreN
In broad clear light the ghastly vision shoneB
That form was his those features were his ownB
The night of terrors and the day of careU
The years of toil all all were written thereU
Sad faces watch'd around him and his breathG2
Came faint and feeble in the embrace of deathG2
The gathering tempest with its voice of fearF
His latest loftiest music smote his earE
That day of boundless hope and promise highI
That day that hail'd his triumphs saw him dieI
Then from those whitening lips as death drew nearF
The imprisoning chains fell off and all was clearF
Like lowering clouds that at the close of dayS
Bath'd in a blaze of sunset melt awayS
And with its clear calm tones that dying prayerU
Cheer'd all the failing hearts that sorrow'd thereU
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A life whose ways no human thought could scanB
A life that was not as the life of manB
A life that wrote its purpose with a swordC
Moulding itself in action not in wordC
Rent with tumultuous thoughts whose conflict rungJ
Deep thro' his soul and chok'd his faltering tongueJ
A heart that reck'd not of the countless deadC
That strew'd the blood stain'd path where Empire ledC
A daring hand that shrunk not to fulfilH
The thought that spurr'd it and a dauntless willH
Bold action's parent and a piercing kenB
Through the dark chambers of the hearts of menB
To read each thought and teach that master mindC
The fears and hopes and passions of mankindC
All these were thine Oh thought of fear and thouY
Stretch'd on that bed of death art nothing nowY
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Then all his vision faded and his soulH
Sprang from its sleep and lo the waters rollH
Once more beneath him and the fluttering sailH
Where the dark ships rode proudly woo'd the galeH
And the wind murmur'd round him and he stoodC
Once more alone beside the gleaming floodC

Matthew Arnold



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