On The Death Of Pushkin Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBADEDFGHGAAFAIAJA FKEKDLALDMDM NNO PQRQADFDSTSTTTFT UVAV WDADFTWTXYXYZXAX| He fell a slave of tinsel honour | A |
| A sacrifice to slander's lust | B |
| The haughty Poet's head the noblest | C |
| Bowed on his wounded breast in dust | B |
| No longer could his free soul suffer | A |
| The vulgar world's low infamy | D |
| He rose against the world's opinion | E |
| And as a hero lone fell he | D |
| He fell To what avail the sobbing | F |
| The useless choir of tears and praise | G |
| Wretched the stammering excuses | H |
| The Fates have spoke no power allays | G |
| Have ye not at all times together | A |
| His sacred genius baited sore | A |
| The silent fury fanned to flaming | F |
| Delighted in your work before | A |
| O be triumphant Earthly torment | I |
| The Poet soul did fully bear | A |
| Extinguished are the lights inspired | J |
| The laurel crown lies leafless there | A |
| The murderer contemptuous gazing | F |
| Did stedfastly his weapon aim | K |
| No swifter beat his heart Assassin | E |
| Nor shook his lifted hand for shame | K |
| No wonder from a distance came he | D |
| As an adventurer unknown | L |
| For worthy title star of order | A |
| Stood but his mad desire alone | L |
| Sneering and self complacent mocked he | D |
| The rights and customs of our land | M |
| He could not understand our glory | D |
| Against which he has raised his hand | M |
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| 'Hence is he hence His song out rung | N |
| The Singer even as the song he sung | N |
| Who of a hot heroic mood | O |
| In death disgraceful shed his blood ' | - |
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| Why did he leave his home life tranquil | P |
| To seek the envious market place | Q |
| Where each free flame is suffocated | R |
| Expose him to the assassin base | Q |
| The human breed who had known better | A |
| Since earliest years of youth than he | D |
| Why did he trust the false pretending | F |
| Of malice and hypocrisy | D |
| Ah of his laurel wreath you robbed him | S |
| Gave him a martyr's crown instead | T |
| And now the cruel thorns have pierced him | S |
| E'en to the blood of his proud head | T |
| His last days were for him envenomed | T |
| Through senseless fools' contempt aggrieved | T |
| He died revenge a'thirst accusing | F |
| That every hope his heart deceived | T |
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| Mute evermore the magic echoes | U |
| That ne'er shall wonders more reveal | V |
| The Poet's home is dark and narrow | A |
| Upon the Singer's lips a seal | V |
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| But ye sons insolent and shameless | W |
| Defamers faithless fathers ye | D |
| Who trod the pure soul of another | A |
| Beneath your feet who zealously | D |
| Press to the Tsar's throne with your driveling | F |
| For fame and freedom hatred steeled | T |
| Well may you sneer at truth and justice | W |
| The law provides you screen and shield | T |
| Only a higher law shall sentence | X |
| A mighty Judge beyond assail | Y |
| Avenge the Poet's death on his slayers | X |
| The Highest Judge who does not fail | Y |
| So then calumniate with brazen courage | Z |
| Your hatred's fury nought restrains | X |
| Since your dark blood could ne'er atone for | A |
| One drop within the Poet's pure veins | X |
Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
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