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Lines Written Among The Euganean Hills Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Many a green isle needs must be	A
In the deep wide sea of Misery	A
Or the mariner worn and wan	B
Never thus could voyage on	B
Day and night and night and day	C
Drifting on his dreary way	C
With the solid darkness black	D
Closing round his vessel's track	D
Whilst above the sunless sky	E
Big with clouds hangs heavily	A
And behind the tempest fleet	F
Hurries on with lightning feet	F
	-
He is ever drifted on	B
O'er the unreposing wave	G
To the haven of the grave	G
What if there no friends will greet	F
What if there no heart will meet	F
His with love's impatient beat	F
Wander wheresoe'er he may	C
Can he dream before that day	C
To find refuge from distress	H
In friendship's smile in love's caress	H
Then 'twill wreak him little woe	I
Whether such there be or no	I
Senseless is the breast and cold	J
Which relenting love would fold	J
Bloodless are the veins and chill	K
Which the pulse of pain did fill	K
Every little living nerve	L
That from bitter words did swerve	L
Round the tortured lips and brow	M
Are like sapless leaflets now	M
Frozen upon December's bough	M
	-
On the beach of a northern sea	A
Which tempests shake eternally	A
As once the wretch there lay to sleep	N
Lies a solitary heap	N
One white skull and seven dry bones	O
On the margin of the stones	O
Where a few grey rushes stand	P
Boundaries of the sea and land	P
Nor is heard one voice of wail	Q
But the sea mews as they sail	Q
O'er the billows of the gale	Q
Or the whirlwind up and down	R
Howling like a slaughtered town	R
When a king in glory rides	S
Through the pomp and fratricides	S
Those unburied bones around	T
There is many a mournful sound	T
There is no lament for him	U
Like a sunless vapour dim	U
Who once clothed with life and thought	V
What now moves nor murmurs not	W
	-
Ay many flowering islands lie	E
In the waters of wide Agony	A
To such a one this morn was led	X
My bark by soft winds piloted	Y
'Mid the mountains Euganean	A
I stood listening to the paean	A
With which the legioned rooks did hail	Q
The sun's uprise majestical	Q
Gathering round with wings all hoar	Z
Through the dewy mist they soar	Z
Like gray shades till the eastern heaven	A
Bursts and then as clouds of even	A
Flecked with fire and azure lie	Q
In the unfathomable sky	Q
So their plumes of purple grain	A
Starred with drops of golden rain	A
Gleam above the sunlight woods	A2
As in silent multitudes	B2
On the morning's fitful gale	Q
Through the broken mist they sail	Q
And the vapours cloven and gleaming	C2
Follow down the dark steep streaming	C2
Till all is bright and clear and still	Q
Round the solitary hill	Q
	-
Beneath is spread like a green sea	A
The waveless plain of Lombardy	Y
Bounded by the vaporous air	D2
Islanded by cities fair	D2
Underneath Day's azure eyes	E2
Ocean's nursling Venice lies	E2
A peopled labyrinth of walls	F2
Amphitrite's destined halls	F2
Which her hoary sire now paves	G2
With his blue and beaming waves	G2
Lo the sun upsprings behind	Y
Broad red radiant half reclined	Y
On the level quivering line	A
Of the waters crystalline	A
And before that chasm of light	Y
As within a furnace bright	Y
Column tower and dome and spire	H2
Shine like obelisks of fire	I2
Pointing with inconstant motion	A
From the altar of dark ocean	A
To the sapphire tinted skies	E2
As the flames of sacrifice	J2
From the marble shrines did rise	E2
As to pierce the dome of gold	Y
Where Apollo spoke of old	Y
	-
Sea girt City thou hast been	A
Ocean's child and then his queen	A
Now is come a darker day	Y
And thou soon must be his prey	Y
If the power that raised thee here	K2
Hallow so thy watery bier	K2
A less drear ruin then than now	A
With thy conquest branded brow	A
Stooping to the slave of slaves	G2
From thy throne among the waves	G2
Wilt thou be when the sea mew	L2
Flies as once before it flew	L2
O'er thine isles depopulate	Y
And all is in its ancient state	Y
Save where many a palace gate	Y
With green sea flowers overgrown	A
Like a rock of Ocean's own	A
Topples o'er the abandoned sea	A
As the tides change sullenly	L2
The fisher on his watery way	Y
Wandering at the close of day	Y
Will spread his sail and seize his oar	Z
Till he pass the gloomy shore	Z
Lest thy dead should from their sleep	N
Bursting o'er the starlight deep	N
Lead a rapid masque of death	M2
O'er the waters of his path	N2
	-
Those who alone thy towers behold	Y
Quivering through aereal gold	Y
As I now behold them here	K2
Would imagine not they were	I2
Sepulchres where human forms	O2
Like pollution nourished worms	P2
To the corpse of greatness cling	C2
Murdered and now mouldering	C2
But if Freedom should awake	C2
In her omnipotence and shake	C2
From the Celtic Anarch's hold	Y
All the keys of dungeons cold	Y
Where a hundred cities lie	L2
Chained like thee ingloriously	L2
Thou and all thy sister band	Y
Might adorn this sunny land	Y
Twining memories of old time	Q2
With new virtues more sublime	Q2
If not perish thou ldering	C2
But if Freedom should awake	C2
In her omnipotence and shake	C2
From the Celtic Anarch's hold	Y
All the keys of dungeons cold	Y
Where a hundred cities lie	L2
Chained like thee ingloriously	L2
Thou and all thy sister band	Y
Might adorn this sunny land	Y
Twining memories of old time	Q2
With new virtues more sublime	Q2
If not perish thou and they	Y
Clouds which stain truth's rising day	Y
By her sun consumed away	Y
Earth can spare ye while like flowers	R2
In the waste of years and hours	R2
From your dust new nations spring	C2
With more kindly blossoming	C2
	-
Perish let there only be	A
Floating o'er thy heartless sea	A
As the garment of thy sky	L2
Clothes the world immortally	L2
One remembrance more sublime	Q2
Than the tattered pall of time	Q2
Which scarce hides thy visage wan	A
That a tempest cleaving Swan	A
Of the sons of Albion	A
Driven from his ancestral streams	S2
By the might of evil dreams	S2
Found a nest in thee and Ocean	A
Welcomed him with such emotion	A
That its joy grew his and sprung	C2
From his lips like music flung	C2
O'er a mighty thunder fit	Y
Chastening terror what though yet	Y
Poesy's unfailing River	I2
Which through Albion winds forever	I2
Lashing with melodious wave	G
Many a sacred Poet's grave	G
Mourn its latest nursling fled	Y
What though thou with all thy dead	Y
Scarce can for this fame repay	Y
Aught thine own oh rather say	Y
Though thy sins and slaveries foul	L2
Overcloud a sunlike soul	L2
As the ghost of Homer clings	T2
Round Scamander's wasting springs	T2
As divinest Shakespeare's might	Y
Fills Avon and the world with light	Y
Like omniscient power which he	A
Imaged 'mid mortality	A
As the love from Petrarch's urn	A
Yet amid yon hills doth burn	A
A quenchless lamp by which the heart	Y
Sees things unearthly so thou art	Y
Mighty spirit so shall be	A
The City that did refuge thee	A
	-
Lo the sun floats up the sky	L2
Like thought winged Liberty	A
Till the universal light	Y
Seems to level plain and height	Y
From the sea a mist has spread	Y
And the beams of morn lie dead	Y
On the towers of Venice now	A
Like its glory long ago	C2
By the skirts of that gray cloud	Y
Many domed Padua proud	Y
Stands a peopled solitude	Y
'Mid the harvest shining plain	A
Where the peasant heaps his grain	A
In the garner of his foe	C2
And the milk white oxen slow	C2
With the purple vintage strain	A
Heaped upon the creaking wain	A
That the brutal Celt may swill	L2
Drunken sleep with savage will	L2
And the sickle to the sword	Y
Lies unchanged though many a lord	Y
Like a weed whose shade is poison	A
Overgrows this region's foison	A
Sheaves of whom are ripe to come	U2
To destruction's harvest home	V2
Men must reap the things they sow	A
Force from force must ever flow	C2
Or worse but 'tis a bitter woe	C2
That love or reason cannot change	W2
The despot's rage the slave's revenge	X2
	-
Padua thou within whose walls	F2
Those mute guests at festivals	Y2
Son and Mother Death and Sin	A
Played at dice for Ezzelin	A
Till Death cried I win I win	A
And Sin cursed to lose the wager	I2
But Death promised to assuage her	I2
That he would petition for	Z
Her to be made Vice Emperor	I2
When the destined years were o'er	I2
Over all between the Po	C2
And the eastern Alpine snow	C2
Under the mighty Austrian	A
She smiled so as Sin only can	A
And since that time ay long before	Z
Both have ruled from shore to shore	Z
That incestuous pair who follow	C2
Tyrants as the sun the swallow	C2
As Repentance follows Crime	Q2
And as changes follow Time	Q2
	-
In thine halls the lamp of learning	C2
Padua now no more is burning	C2
Like a meteor whose wild way	Y
Is lost over the grave of day	Y
It gleams betrayed and to betray	Y
Once remotest nations came	Z2
To adore that sacred flame	Z2
When it lit not many a hearth	A3
On this cold and gloomy earth	B3
Now new fires from antique light	Y
Spring beneath the wide world's might	Y
But their spark lies dead in thee	A
Trampled out by Tyranny	A
As the Norway woodman quells	Y2
In the depth of piny dells	Y2
One light flame among the brakes	Y2
While the boundless forest shakes	Y2
And its mighty trunks are torn	A
By the fire thus lowly born	A
The spark beneath his feet is dead	Y
He starts to see the flames it fed	Y
Howling through the darkened sky	L2
With a myriad tongues victoriously	C2
And sinks down in fear so thou	A
O Tyranny beholdest now	A
Light around thee and thou hearest	Y
The loud flames ascend and fearest	Y
Grovel on the earth ay hide	Y
In the dust thy purple pride	Y
	-
Noon descends around me now	A
'Tis the noon of autumn's glow	C2
When a soft and purple mist	Y
Like a vapourous amethyst	Y
Or an air dissolved star	C3
Mingling light and fragrance far	C3
From the curved horizon's bound	Y
To the point of Heaven's profound	Y
Fills the overflowing sky	L2
And the plains that silent lie	L2
Underneath the leaves unsodden	A
Where the infant Frost has trodden	A
With his morning winged feet	Y
Whose bright print is gleaming yet	Y
And the red and golden vines	Y2
Piercing with their trellised lines	Y2
The rough dark skirted wilderness	Y2
The dun and bladed grass no less	Y2
Pointing from this hoary tower	I2
In the windless air the flower	I2
Glimmering at my feet the line	A
Of the olive sandalled Apennine	A
In the south dimly islanded	Y
And the Alps whose snows are spread	Y
High between the clouds and sun	A
And of living things each one	A
And my spirit which so long	C2
Darkened this swift stream of song	C2
Interpenetrated lie	L2
By the glory of the sky	L2
Be it love light harmony	A
Odour or the soul of all	C2
Which from Heaven like dew doth fall	C2
Or the mind which feeds this verse	Y2
Peopling the lone universe	Y2
	-
Noon descends and after noon	A
Autumn's evening meets me soon	A
Leading the infantine moon	A
And that one star which to her	I2
Almost seems to minister	I2
Half the crimson light she brings	Y2
From the sunset's radiant springs	Y2
And the soft dreams of the morn	A
Which like winged winds had borne	A
To that silent isle which lies	Y2
Mid remembered agonies	Y2
The frail bark of this lone being	C2
Pass to other sufferers fleeing	C2
And its ancient pilot Pain	A
Sits beside the helm again	A
	-
Other flowering isles must be	A
In the sea of Life and Agony	A
Other spirits float and flee	A
O'er that gulf even now perhaps	Y2
On some rock the wild wave wraps	Y2
With folded wings they waiting sit	Y
For my bark to pilot it	Y
To some calm and blooming cove	D3
Where for me and those I love	E3
May a windless bower be built	Y
Far from passion pain and guilt	Y
In a dell mid lawny hills	Y2
Which the wild sea murmur fills	Y2
And soft sunshine and the sound	Y
Of old forests echoing round	Y
And the light and smell divine	A
Of all flowers that breathe and shine	A
We may live so happy there	D2
That the Spirits of the Air	D2
Envying us may even entice	Y2
To our healing Paradise	Y2
The polluting multitude	Y
But their rage would be subdued	Y
By that clime divine and calm	F3
And the winds whose wings rain balm	F3
On the uplifted soul and leaves	Y2
Under which the bright sea heaves	Y2
While each breathless interval	C2
In their whisperings musical	C2
The inspired soul supplies	Y2
With its own deep melodies	Y2
And the love which heals all strife	G3
Circling like the breath of life	G3
All things in that sweet abode	Y
With its own mild brotherhood	Y
They not it would change and soon	A
Every sprite beneath the moon	A
Would repent its envy vain	A
And the earth grow young again	A