The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 10 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Was there a human spirit in the steed | B |
That thus with his proud voice ere night was gone | C |
He broke our linked rest or do indeed | B |
All living things a common nature own | D |
And thought erect an universal throne | D |
Where many shapes one tribute ever bear | E |
And Earth their mutual mother does she groan | D |
To see her sons contend and makes she bare | E |
Her breast that all in peace its drainless stores may share | E |
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I have heard friendly sounds from many a tongue | F |
Which was not human the lone nightingale | G |
Has answered me with her most soothing song | H |
Out of her ivy bower when I sate pale | G |
With grief and sighed beneath from many a dale | G |
The antelopes who flocked for food have spoken | I |
With happy sounds and motions that avail | G |
Like man's own speech and such was now the token | I |
Of waning night whose calm by that proud neigh was broken | I |
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Each night that mighty steed bore me abroad | J |
And I returned with food to our retreat | K |
And dark intelligence the blood which flowed | L |
Over the fields had stained the courser's feet | K |
Soon the dust drinks that bitter dew then meet | K |
The vulture and the wild dog and the snake | M |
The wolf and the hyaena gray and eat | K |
The dead in horrid truce their throngs did make | M |
Behind the steed a chasm like waves in a ship's wake | M |
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For from the utmost realms of earth came pouring | N |
The banded slaves whom every despot sent | O |
At that throned traitor's summons like the roaring | N |
Of fire whose floods the wild deer circumvent | O |
In the scorched pastures of the South so bent | O |
The armies of the leagued Kings around | P |
Their files of steel and flame the continent | Q |
Trembled as with a zone of ruin bound | P |
Beneath their feet the sea shook with their Navies' sound | P |
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From every nation of the earth they came | R |
The multitude of moving heartless things | S |
Whom slaves call men obediently they came | R |
Like sheep whom from the fold the shepherd brings | S |
To the stall red with blood their many kings | S |
Led them thus erring from their native land | T |
Tartar and Frank and millions whom the wings | S |
Of Indian breezes lull and many a band | T |
The Arctic Anarch sent and Idumea's sand | T |
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Fertile in prodigies and lies so there | E |
Strange natures made a brotherhood of ill | U |
The desert savage ceased to grasp in fear | V |
His Asian shield and bow when at the will | U |
Of Europe's subtler son the bolt would kill | U |
Some shepherd sitting on a rock secure | W |
But smiles of wondering joy his face would fill | U |
And savage sympathy those slaves impure | W |
Each one the other thus from ill to ill did lure | W |
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For traitorously did that foul Tyrant robe | X |
His countenance in lies even at the hour | Y |
When he was snatched from death then o'er the globe | X |
With secret signs from many a mountain tower | Y |
With smoke by day and fire by night the power | Y |
Of Kings and Priests those dark conspirators | Z |
He called they knew his cause their own and swore | A2 |
Like wolves and serpents to their mutual wars | B2 |
Strange truce with many a rite which Earth and Heaven abhors | B2 |
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Myriads had come millions were on their way | C2 |
The Tyrant passed surrounded by the steel | D2 |
Of hired assassins through the public way | C2 |
Choked with his country's dead his footsteps reel | D2 |
On the fresh blood he smiles 'Ay now I feel | D2 |
I am a King in truth ' he said and took | E2 |
His royal seat and bade the torturing wheel | D2 |
Be brought and fire and pincers and the hook | E2 |
And scorpions that his soul on its revenge might look | E2 |
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'But first go slay the rebels why return | F2 |
The victor bands ' he said 'millions yet live | G2 |
Of whom the weakest with one word might turn | F2 |
The scales of victory yet let none survive | G2 |
But those within the walls each fifth shall give | H2 |
The expiation for his brethren here | I2 |
Go forth and waste and kill ' 'O king forgive | H2 |
My speech ' a soldier answered 'but we fear | V |
The spirits of the night and morn is drawing near | V |
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'For we were slaying still without remorse | J2 |
And now that dreadful chief beneath my hand | T |
Defenceless lay when on a hell black horse | J2 |
An Angel bright as day waving a brand | T |
Which flashed among the stars passed ' 'Dost thou stand | T |
Parleying with me thou wretch ' the king replied | K2 |
'Slaves bind him to the wheel and of this band | T |
Whoso will drag that woman to his side | K2 |
That scared him thus may burn his dearest foe beside | K2 |
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'And gold and glory shall be his Go forth ' | - |
They rushed into the plain Loud was the roar | A2 |
Of their career the horsemen shook the earth | L2 |
The wheeled artillery's speed the pavement tore | A2 |
The infantry file after file did pour | A2 |
Their clouds on the utmost hills Five days they slew | M2 |
Among the wasted fields the sixth saw gore | A2 |
Stream through the city on the seventh the dew | M2 |
Of slaughter became stiff and there was peace anew | M2 |
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Peace in the desert fields and villages | N2 |
Between the glutted beasts and mangled dead | O2 |
Peace in the silent streets save when the cries | P2 |
Of victims to their fiery judgement led | O2 |
Made pale their voiceless lips who seemed to dread | O2 |
Even in their dearest kindred lest some tongue | F |
Be faithless to the fear yet unbetrayed | O2 |
Peace in the Tyrant's palace where the throng | H |
Waste the triumphal hours in festival and song | H |
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Day after day the burning sun rolled on | Q2 |
Over the death polluted land it came | R |
Out of the east like fire and fiercely shone | D |
A lamp of Autumn ripening with its flame | R |
The few lone ears of corn the sky became | R |
Stagnate with heat so that each cloud and blast | O2 |
Languished and died the thirsting air did claim | R |
All moisture and a rotting vapour passed | O2 |
From the unburied dead invisible and fast | O2 |
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First Want then Plague came on the beasts their food | O2 |
Failed and they drew the breath of its decay | C2 |
Millions on millions whom the scent of blood | O2 |
Had lured or who from regions far away | C2 |
Had tracked the hosts in festival array | C2 |
From their dark deserts gaunt and wasting now | R2 |
Stalked like fell shades among their perished prey | C2 |
In their green eyes a strange disease did glow | S2 |
They sank in hideous spasm or pains severe and slow | S2 |
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The fish were poisoned in the streams the birds | T2 |
In the green woods perished the insect race | U2 |
Was withered up the scattered flocks and herds | T2 |
Who had survived the wild beasts' hungry chase | U2 |
Died moaning each upon the other's face | U2 |
In helpless agony gazing round the City | O2 |
All night the lean hyaenas their sad case | U2 |
Like starving infants wailed a woeful ditty | O2 |
And many a mother wept pierced with unnatural pity | O2 |
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Amid the aereal minarets on high | V2 |
The Ethiopian vultures fluttering fell | W2 |
From their long line of brethren in the sky | V2 |
Startling the concourse of mankind Too well | W2 |
These signs the coming mischief did foretell | W2 |
Strange panic first a deep and sickening dread | O2 |
Within each heart like ice did sink and dwell | W2 |
A voiceless thought of evil which did spread | O2 |
With the quick glance of eyes like withering lightnings shed | O2 |
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Day after day when the year wanes the frosts | X2 |
Strip its green crown of leaves till all is bare | E |
So on those strange and congregated hosts | Y2 |
Came Famine a swift shadow and the air | E |
Groaned with the burden of a new despair | E |
Famine than whom Misrule no deadlier daughter | Y |
Feeds from her thousand breasts though sleeping there | E |
With lidless eyes lie Faith and Plague and Slaughter | Y |
A ghastly brood conceived of Lethe's sullen water | Y |
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There was no food the corn was trampled down | Z2 |
The flocks and herds had perished on the shore | A2 |
The dead and putrid fish were ever thrown | D |
The deeps were foodless and the winds no more | A2 |
Creaked with the weight of birds but as before | A2 |
Those winged things sprang forth were void of shade | O2 |
The vines and orchards Autumn's golden store | A2 |
Were burned so that the meanest food was weighed | O2 |
With gold and Avarice died before the god it made | O2 |
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There was no corn in the wide market place | U2 |
All loathliest things even human flesh was sold | O2 |
They weighed it in small scales and many a face | U2 |
Was fixed in eager horror then his gold | O2 |
The miser brought the tender maid grown bold | O2 |
Through hunger bared her scorned charms in vain | A3 |
The mother brought her eldest born controlled | O2 |
By instinct blind as love but turned again | B3 |
And bade her infant suck and died in silent pain | A3 |
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Then fell blue Plague upon the race of man | C3 |
'O for the sheathed steel so late which gave | D3 |
Oblivion to the dead when the streets ran | C3 |
With brothers' blood O that the earthquake's grave | D3 |
Would gape or Ocean lift its stifling wave ' | - |
Vain cries throughout the streets thousands pursued | O2 |
Each by his fiery torture howl and rave | D3 |
Or sit in frenzy's unimagined mood | O2 |
Upon fresh heaps of dead a ghastly multitude | O2 |
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It was not hunger now but thirst Each well | W2 |
Was choked with rotting corpses and became | R |
A cauldron of green mist made visible | E3 |
At sunrise Thither still the myriads came | R |
Seeking to quench the agony of the flame | R |
Which raged like poison through their bursting veins | F3 |
Naked they were from torture without shame | R |
Spotted with nameless scars and lurid blains | F3 |
Childhood and youth and age writhing in savage pains | F3 |
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It was not thirst but madness Many saw | F3 |
Their own lean image everywhere it went | O2 |
A ghastlier self beside them till the awe | G3 |
Of that dread sight to self destruction sent | O2 |
Those shrieking victims some ere life was spent | O2 |
Sought with a horrid sympathy to shed | O2 |
Contagion on the sound and others rent | O2 |
Their matted hair and cried aloud 'We tread | O2 |
On fire the avenging Power his hell on earth has spread ' | - |
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Sometimes the living by the dead were hid | O2 |
Near the great fountain in the public square | E |
Where corpses made a crumbling pyramid | O2 |
Under the sun was heard one stifled prayer | E |
For life in the hot silence of the air | E |
And strange 'twas amid that hideous heap to see | F3 |
Some shrouded in their long and golden hair | E |
As if not dead but slumbering quietly | F3 |
Like forms which sculptors carve then love to agony | F3 |
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Famine had spared the palace of the king | N |
He rioted in festival the while | H3 |
He and his guards and priests but Plague did fling | N |
One shadow upon all Famine can smile | H3 |
On him who brings it food and pass with guile | H3 |
Of thankful falsehood like a courtier gray | C2 |
The house dog of the throne but many a mile | H3 |
Comes Plague a winged wolf who loathes alway | G3 |
The garbage and the scum that strangers make her prey | C2 |
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So near the throne amid the gorgeous feast | O2 |
Sheathed in resplendent arms or loosely dight | O2 |
To luxury ere the mockery yet had ceased | O2 |
That lingered on his lips the warrior's might | O2 |
Was loosened and a new and ghastlier night | O2 |
In dreams of frenzy lapped his eyes he fell | W2 |
Headlong or with stiff eyeballs sate upright | O2 |
Among the guests or raving mad did tell | W2 |
Strange truths a dying seer of dark oppression's hell | W2 |
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The Princes and the Priests were pale with terror | Y |
That monstrous faith wherewith they ruled mankind | O2 |
Fell like a shaft loosed by the bowman's error | Y |
On their own hearts they sought and they could find | O2 |
No refuge 'twas the blind who led the blind | O2 |
So through the desolate streets to the high fane | A3 |
The many tongued and endless armies wind | O2 |
In sad procession each among the train | A3 |
To his own Idol lifts his supplications vain | A3 |
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'O God ' they cried 'we know our secret pride | O2 |
Has scorned thee and thy worship and thy name | R |
Secure in human power we have defied | O2 |
Thy fearful might we bend in fear and shame | R |
Before thy presence with the dust we claim | R |
Kindred be merciful O King of Heaven | I |
Most justly have we suffered for thy fame | R |
Made dim but be at length our sins forgiven | I |
Ere to despair and death thy worshippers be driven | I |
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'O King of Glory thou alone hast power | Y |
Who can resist thy will who can restrain | A3 |
Thy wrath when on the guilty thou dost shower | Y |
The shafts of thy revenge a blistering rain | A3 |
Greatest and best be merciful again | B3 |
Have we not stabbed thine enemies and made | O2 |
The Earth an altar and the Heavens a fane | A3 |
Where thou wert worshipped with their blood and laid | O2 |
Those hearts in dust which would thy searchless works have weighed | O2 |
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'Well didst thou loosen on this impious City | O2 |
Thine angels of revenge recall them now | R2 |
Thy worshippers abased here kneel for pity | O2 |
And bind their souls by an immortal vow | R2 |
We swear by thee and to our oath do thou | R2 |
Give sanction from thine hell of fiends and flame | R |
That we will kill with fire and torments slow | S2 |
The last of those who mocked thy holy name | R |
And scorned the sacred laws thy prophets did proclaim ' | - |
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Thus they with trembling limbs and pallid lips | F3 |
Worshipped their own hearts' image dim and vast | O2 |
Scared by the shade wherewith they would eclipse | F3 |
The light of other minds troubled they passed | O2 |
From the great Temple fiercely still and fast | O2 |
The arrows of the plague among them fell | W2 |
And they on one another gazed aghast | O2 |
And through the hosts contention wild befell | W2 |
As each of his own god the wondrous works did tell | W2 |
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And Oromaze Joshua and Mahomet | O2 |
Moses and Buddh Zerdusht and Brahm and Foh | R2 |
A tumult of strange names which never met | O2 |
Before as watchwords of a single woe | S2 |
Arose each raging votary 'gan to throw | S2 |
Aloft his armed hands and each did howl | I3 |
'Our God alone is God ' and slaughter now | R2 |
Would have gone forth when from beneath a cowl | I3 |
A voice came forth which pierced like ice through every soul | J3 |
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'Twas an Iberian Priest from whom it came | R |
A zealous man who led the legioned West | O2 |
With words which faith and pride had steeped in flame | R |
To quell the unbelievers a dire guest | O2 |
Even to his friends was he for in his breast | O2 |
Did hate and guile lie watchful intertwined | O2 |
Twin serpents in one deep and winding nest | O2 |
He loathed all faith beside his own and pined | O2 |
To wreak his fear of Heaven in vengeance on mankind | O2 |
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But more he loathed and hated the clear light | O2 |
Of wisdom and free thought and more did fear | V |
Lest kindled once its beams might pierce the night | O2 |
Even where his Idol stood for far and near | V |
Did many a heart in Europe leap to hear | I2 |
That faith and tyranny were trampled down | Z2 |
Many a pale victim doomed for truth to share | E |
The murderer's cell or see with helpless groan | D |
The priests his children drag for slaves to serve their own | D |
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He dared not kill the infidels with fire | Y |
Or steel in Europe the slow agonies | F3 |
Of legal torture mocked his keen desire | Y |
So he made truce with those who did despise | F3 |
The expiation and the sacrifice | F3 |
That though detested Islam's kindred creed | O2 |
Might crush for him those deadlier enemies | F3 |
For fear of God did in his bosom breed | O2 |
A jealous hate of man an unreposing need | O2 |
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'Peace Peace ' he cried 'when we are dead the Day | O2 |
Of Judgement comes and all shall surely know | S2 |
Whose God is God each fearfully shall pay | O2 |
The errors of his faith in endless woe | S2 |
But there is sent a mortal vengeance now | R2 |
On earth because an impious race had spurned | O2 |
Him whom we all adore a subtle foe | S2 |
By whom for ye this dread reward was earned | O2 |
And kingly thrones which rest on faith nigh overturned | O2 |
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'Think ye because ye weep and kneel and pray | O2 |
That God will lull the pestilence It rose | F3 |
Even from beneath his throne where many a day | O2 |
His mercy soothed it to a dark repose | F3 |
It walks upon the earth to judge his foes | F3 |
And what are thou and I that he should deign | A3 |
To curb his ghastly minister or close | F3 |
The gates of death ere they receive the twain | A3 |
Who shook with mortal spells his undefended reign | A3 |
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'Ay there is famine in the gulf of hell | W2 |
Its giant worms of fire for ever yawn | C |
Their lurid eyes are on us those who fell | W2 |
By the swift shafts of pestilence ere dawn | C |
Are in their jaws they hunger for the spawn | Q2 |
Of Satan their own brethren who were sent | O2 |
To make our souls their spoil See see they fawn | C |
Like dogs and they will sleep with luxury spent | O2 |
When those detested hearts their iron fangs have rent | O2 |
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'Our God may then lull Pestilence to sleep | K3 |
Pile high the pyre of expiation now | R2 |
A forest's spoil of boughs and on the heap | K3 |
Pour venomous gums which sullenly and slow | S2 |
When touched by flame shall burn and melt and flow | S2 |
A stream of clinging fire and fix on high | R2 |
A net of iron and spread forth below | S2 |
A couch of snakes and scorpions and the fry | R2 |
Of centipedes and worms earth's hellish progeny | O2 |
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'Let Laon and Laone on that pyre | Y |
Linked tight with burning brass perish then pray | O2 |
That with this sacrifice the withering ire | L3 |
Of Heaven may be appeased ' He ceased and they | O2 |
A space stood silent as far far away | O2 |
The echoes of his voice among them died | O2 |
And he knelt down upon the dust alway | O2 |
Muttering the curses of his speechless pride | O2 |
Whilst shame and fear and awe the armies did divide | O2 |
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His voice was like a blast that burst the portal | E3 |
Of fabled hell and as he spake each one | I |
Saw gape beneath the chasms of fire immortal | E3 |
And Heaven above seemed cloven where on a throne | D |
Girt round with storms and shadows sate alone | D |
Their King and Judge fear killed in every breast | O2 |
All natural pity then a fear unknown | D |
Before and with an inward fire possessed | O2 |
They raged like homeless beasts whom burning woods invest | O2 |
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'Twas morn At noon the public crier went forth | M3 |
Proclaiming through the living and the dead | O2 |
'The Monarch saith that his great Empire's worth | L2 |
Is set on Laon and Laone's head | O2 |
He who but one yet living here can lead | O2 |
Or who the life from both their hearts can wring | N |
Shall be the kingdom's heir a glorious meed | O2 |
But he who both alive can hither bring | N |
The Princess shall espouse and reign an equal King ' | - |
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Ere night the pyre was piled the net of iron | F2 |
Was spread above the fearful couch below | S2 |
It overtopped the towers that did environ | F2 |
That spacious square for Fear is never slow | S2 |
To build the thrones of Hate her mate and foe | S2 |
So she scourged forth the maniac multitude | O2 |
To rear this pyramid tottering and slow | S2 |
Plague stricken foodless like lean herds pursued | O2 |
By gadflies they have piled the heath and gums and wood | O2 |
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Night came a starless and a moonless gloom | N3 |
Until the dawn those hosts of many a nation | F2 |
Stood round that pile as near one lover's tomb | N3 |
Two gentle sisters mourn their desolation | F2 |
And in the silence of that expectation | F2 |
Was heard on high the reptiles' hiss and crawl | O3 |
It was so deep save when the devastation | F2 |
Of the swift pest with fearful interval | E3 |
Marking its path with shrieks among the crowd would fall | O3 |
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Morn came among those sleepless multitudes | F3 |
Madness and Fear and Plague and Famine still | U |
Heaped corpse on corpse as in autumnal woods | F3 |
The frosts of many a wind with dead leaves fill | U |
Earth's cold and sullen brooks in silence still | U |
The pale survivors stood ere noon the fear | V |
Of Hell became a panic which did kill | U |
Like hunger or disease with whispers drear | V |
As 'Hush hark Come they yet Just Heaven thine hour is near ' | - |
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And Priests rushed through their ranks some counterfeiting | N |
The rage they did inspire some mad indeed | O2 |
With their own lies they said their god was waiting | N |
To see his enemies writhe and burn and bleed | O2 |
And that till then the snakes of Hell had need | O2 |
Of human souls three hundred furnaces | F3 |
Soon blazed through the wide City where with speed | O2 |
Men brought their infidel kindred to appease | F3 |
God's wrath and while they burned knelt round on quivering knees | F3 |
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The noontide sun was darkened with that smoke | P3 |
The winds of eve dispersed those ashes gray | V |
The madness which these rites had lulled awoke | P3 |
Again at sunset Who shall dare to say | V |
The deeds which night and fear brought forth or weigh | V |
In balance just the good and evil there | V |
He might man's deep and searchless heart display | V |
And cast a light on those dim labyrinths where | V |
Hope near imagined chasms is struggling with despair | V |
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'Tis said a mother dragged three children then | F2 |
To those fierce flames which roast the eyes in the head | O2 |
And laughed and died and that unholy men | F2 |
Feasting like fiends upon the infidel dead | O2 |
Looked from their meal and saw an Angel tread | O2 |
The visible floor of Heaven and it was she | O2 |
And on that night one without doubt or dread | O2 |
Came to the fire and said 'Stop I am he | O2 |
Kill me ' They burned them both with hellish mockery | O2 |
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And one by one that night young maidens came | R |
Beauteous and calm like shapes of living stone | F2 |
Clothed in the light of dreams and by the flame | R |
Which shrank as overgorged they laid them down | F2 |
And sung a low sweet song of which alone | F2 |
One word was heard and that was Liberty | O2 |
And that some kissed their marble feet with moan | F2 |
Like love and died and then that they did die | O2 |
With happy smiles which sunk in white tranquillity | O2 |
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