Queen Mab: Part Iii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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'Fairy ' the Spirit saidA
And on the Queen of SpellsB
Fixed her ethereal eyesC
'I thank thee Thou hast givenD
A boon which I will not resign and taughtE
A lesson not to be unlearned I knowF
The past and thence I will essay to gleanG
A warning for the future so that manH
May profit by his errors and deriveI
Experience from his follyJ
For when the power of imparting joyK
Is equal to the will the human soulL
Requires no other heaven 'M
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MABN
'Turn thee surpassing SpiritO
Much yet remains unscannedO
Thou knowest how great is manH
Thou knowest his imbecilityO
Yet learn thou what he isP
Yet learn the lofty destinyJ
Which restless Time preparesQ
For every living soulL
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'Behold a gorgeous palace that amidO
Yon populous city rears its thousand towersR
And seems itself a city Gloomy troopsS
Of sentinels in stern and silent ranksT
Encompass it around the dweller thereU
Cannot be free and happy hearest thou notO
The curses of the fatherless the groansV
Of those who have no friend He passes onW
The King the wearer of a gilded chainX
That binds his soul to abjectness the foolY
Whom courtiers nickname monarch whilst a slaveZ
Even to the basest appetites that manH
Heeds not the shriek of penury he smilesA2
At the deep curses which the destituteO
Mutter in secret and a sullen joyK
Pervades his bloodless heart when thousands groanB2
But for those morsels which his wantonnessA2
Wastes in unjoyous revelry to saveZ
All that they love from famine when he hearsA2
The tale of horror to some ready made faceA2
Of hypocritical assent he turnsA2
Smothering the glow of shame that spite of himC2
Flushes his bloated cheekD2
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Now to the mealE2
Of silence grandeur and excess he dragsA2
His palled unwilling appetite If goldO
Gleaming around and numerous viands culledO
From every clime could force the loathing senseA2
To overcome satiety if wealthF2
The spring it draws from poisons not or viceA2
Unfeeling stubborn vice converteth notO
Its food to deadliest venom then that kingG2
Is happy and the peasant who fulfilsA2
His unforced task when he returns at evenH2
And by the blazing fagot meets againI2
Her welcome for whom all his toil is spedO
Tastes not a sweeter mealE2
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Behold him nowJ2
Stretched on the gorgeous couch his fevered brainX
Reels dizzily awhile but ah too soonK2
The slumber of intemperance subsidesA2
And conscience that undying serpent callsA2
Her venomous brood to their nocturnal taskL2
Listen he speaks oh mark that frenzied eyeM2
Oh mark that deadly visage '-
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KINGG2
'No cessationD
Oh must this last forever Awful deathN2
I wish yet fear to clasp thee Not one momentO
Of dreamless sleep O dear and bless d PeaceA2
Why dost thou shroud thy vestal purityJ
In penury and dungeons Wherefore lurkestJ
With danger death and solitude yet shun'stJ
The palace I have built thee Sacred PeaceA2
Oh visit me but once but pitying shedJ
One drop of balm upon my withered soul '-
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THE FAIRYJ
'Vain man that palace is the virtuous heartJ
And Peace defileth not her snowy robesA2
In such a shed as thine Hark yet he muttersA2
His slumbers are but varied agoniesA2
They prey like scorpions on the springs of lifeO2
There needeth not the hell that bigots frameP2
To punish those who err earth in itselfQ2
Contains at once the evil and the cureR2
And all sufficing Nature can chastiseA2
Those who transgress her law she only knowsA2
How justly to proportion to the faultJ
The punishment it meritsA2
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Is it strangeS2
That this poor wretch should pride him in his woeF
Take pleasure in his abjectness and hugT2
The scorpion that consumes him Is it strangeS2
That placed on a conspicuous throne of thornsA2
Grasping an iron sceptre and immuredJ
Within a splendid prison whose stern boundsA2
Shut him from all that's good or dear on earthU2
His soul asserts not its humanityJ
That man's mild nature rises not in warV2
Against a king's employ No 'tis not strangeS2
He like the vulgar thinks feels acts and livesA2
Just as his father did the unconquered powersA2
Of precedent and custom interposeA2
Between a king and virtue Stranger yetJ
To those who know not Nature nor deduceA2
The future from the present it may seemW2
That not one slave who suffers from the crimesA2
Of this unnatural being not one wretchX2
Whose children famish and whose nuptial bedJ
Is earth's unpitying bosom rears an armY2
To dash him from his throneB2
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Those gilded fliesA2
That basking in the sunshine of a courtJ
Fatten on its corruption what are theyZ2
The drones of the community they feedJ
On the mechanic's labor the starved hindJ
For them compels the stubborn glebe to yieldJ
Its unshared harvests and yon squalid formA3
Leaner than fleshless misery that wastesA2
A sunless life in the unwholesome mineB3
Drags out in labor a protracted deathN2
To glut their grandeur many faint with toilC3
That few may know the cares and woe of slothD3
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Whence thinkest thou kings and parasites aroseA2
Whence that unnatural line of drones who heapE3
Toil and unvanquishable penuryJ
On those who build their palaces and bringG2
Their daily bread From vice black loathsome viceA2
From rapine madness treachery and wrongF3
From all that genders misery and makesA2
Of earth this thorny wilderness from lustJ
Revenge and murder And when reason's voiceA2
Loud as the voice of Nature shall have wakedJ
The nations and mankind perceive that viceA2
Is discord war and misery that virtueJ
Is peace and happiness and harmonyJ
When man's maturer nature shall disdainX
The playthings of its childhood kingly glareU
Will lose its power to dazzle its authorityJ
Will silently pass by the gorgeous throneB2
Shall stand unnoticed in the regal hallG3
Fast falling to decay whilst falsehood's tradeJ
Shall be as hateful and unprofitableH3
As that of truth is nowJ2
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Where is the fameP2
Which the vain glorious mighty of the earthU2
Seek to eternize Oh the faintest soundJ
From time's light footfall the minutest waveZ
That swells the flood of ages whelms in nothingG2
The unsubstantial bubble Ay to dayJ
Stern is the tyrant's mandate red the gazeA2
That flashes desolation strong the armY2
That scatters multitudes To morrow comesA2
That mandate is a thunder peal that diedJ
In ages past that gaze a transient flashX2
On which the midnight closed and on that armY2
The worm has made his mealE2
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The virtuous manH
Who great in his humility as kingsA2
Are little in their grandeur he who leadsA2
Invincibly a life of resolute goodJ
And stands amid the silent dungeon depthsA2
More free and fearless than the trembling judgeI3
Who clothed in venal power vainly stroveJ3
To bind the impassive spirit when he fallsA2
His mild eye beams benevolence no moreV2
Withered the hand outstretched but to relieveK3
Sunk reason's simple eloquence that rolledJ
But to appall the guilty Yes the graveZ
Hath quenched that eye and death's relentless frostJ
Withered that arm but the unfading fameP2
Which virtue hangs upon its votary's tombL3
The deathless memory of that man whom kingsA2
Call to their minds and tremble the remembranceA2
With which the happy spirit contemplatesA2
Its well spent pilgrimage on earthU2
Shall never pass awayJ
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'Nature rejects the monarch not the manH
The subject not the citizen for kingsA2
And subjects mutual foes forever playJ
A losing game into each other's handsA2
Whose stakes are vice and misery The manH
Of virtuous soul commands not nor obeysA2
Power like a desolating pestilenceA2
Pollutes whate'er it touches and obedienceA2
Bane of all genius virtue freedom truthM3
Makes slaves of men and of the human frameP2
A mechanized automatonW
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When NeroF
High over flaming Rome with savage joyK
Lowered like a fiend drank with enraptured earN3
The shrieks of agonizing death beheldJ
The frightful desolation spread and feltJ
A new created sense within his soulL
Thrill to the sight and vibrate to the soundJ
Thinkest thou his grandeur had not overcomeO3
The force of human kindness And when RomeP3
With one stJ

Percy Bysshe Shelley



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