The Assembly Of The Dead Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFGH IJKJALJL MIJINOPO QJARSTUT VHWHXYHZ A2OB2OGIAI B2NC2ND2E2F2E2

Dr Reid a traveller through the highlands of Peru is said to have found in the desert of Alcoama the dried remains of an assemblage of human beings five or six hundred in number men women and children seated in a semicircle as when alive staring into the burning waste before them It would seem that knowing the Spanish invaders were at hand they had come hither with a fixed intention to die They sat immoveable in that dreary desert dried like mummies by the hot air still sitting as if in solemn council while over that Areopagus silence broods everlastinglyA
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With dull and lurid skies aboveB
And burning wastes aroundC
A lonely traveller journeyed onD
Through solitudes profoundC
No wandering bird's adventurous wingE
Paused o'er that cheerless wasteF
No tree across those dreary sandsG
A welcome shadow castH
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With scorching pestilential breathI
The desert blast swept byJ
And with a fierce relentless glareK
The sun looked from on highJ
Yet onward still though worn with toilA
The eager wand'rer pressedL
While hope lit up his dauntless eyeJ
And nerved his fainting breastL
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Why paused he in his onward courseM
Why held his shuddering breathI
Why gazed he with bewildered eyeJ
As on the face of deathI
Before him sat in stern arrayN
All hushed as if in dreadO
Yet still and passionless and calmP
A concourse of the deadO
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Across the burning waste they staredQ
With glazed and stony eyeJ
As if strange fear had fixed erewhileA
Their gaze on vacancyR
And woe and dread on every browS
In changeless lines were wroughtT
Sad traces of the anguish deepU
That filled their latest thoughtT
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They seemed a race of other timeV
O'er whom the desert's blastH
For many a long and weary ageW
In fiery wrath had passedH
Till scathed and dry each wasted formX
Its rigid aspect woreY
Unchanged though centuries had passedH
The lonely desert o'erZ
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Was it the clash of foreign armsA2
Was it the invader's treadO
From which this simple minded raceB2
In wildest terror fledO
Choosing amid the desert sandsG
Scorched by the desert's breathI
Rather than by the invaders' steelA
To meet the stroke of deathI
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And there they died a free born raceB2
From their proud hills awayN
While round them in its lonely prideC2
The far free desert layN
And there unburied still they sitD2
All statute like and coldE2
Free e'en in death though o'er their homesF2
Oppression's tide has rolledE2

Pamela S. Vining, (j. C. Yule)



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