The Pagan World Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD CCCC CECF GBGB BHBH BBBB BIBI JKJL MBMB NBNB| In his cool hall with haggard eyes | A |
| The Roman noble lay | B |
| He drove abroad in furious guise | A |
| Along the Appian way | B |
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| He made a feast drank fierce and fast | C |
| And crowned his hair with flowers | D |
| No easier nor no quicker passed | C |
| The impracticable hours | D |
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| The brooding East with awe beheld | C |
| Her impious younger world | C |
| The Roman tempest swelled and swelled | C |
| And on her head was hurled | C |
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| The East bowed low before the blast | C |
| In patient deep disdain | E |
| She let the legions thunder past | C |
| And plunged in thought again | F |
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| So well she mused a morning broke | G |
| Across her spirit grey | B |
| A conquering new born joy awoke | G |
| And filled her life with day | B |
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| Poor world she cried so deep accurst | B |
| That runn'st from pole to pole | H |
| To seek a draught to slake thy thirst | B |
| Go seek it in thy soul | H |
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| She heard it the victorious West | B |
| In crown and sword arrayed | B |
| She felt the void which mined her breast | B |
| She shivered and obeyed | B |
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| She veiled her eagles snapped her sword | B |
| And laid her sceptre down | I |
| Her stately purple she abhorred | B |
| And her imperial crown | I |
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| She broke her flutes she stopped her sports | J |
| Her artists could not please | K |
| She tore her books she shut her courts | J |
| She fled her palaces | L |
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| Lust of the eye and pride of life | M |
| She left it all behind | B |
| And hurried torn with inward strife | M |
| The wilderness to find | B |
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| Tears washed the trouble from her face | N |
| She changed into a child | B |
| Mid weeds and wrecks she stood a place | N |
| Of ruin but she smiled | B |
Matthew Arnold
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