The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 11 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDDBEBB FGFGGHGHH IJIJJKJKK LMNMMGOGG PQPQQRQRR STSJTUTVU WBXBYZA2ZZ B2C2B2C2C2D2E2D2D2 B2F2B2F2F2G2F2G2G2 H2I2H2I2I2J2I2J2J2 PK2PE2E2TE2TT L2D2L2D2D2D2D2D2D2 E2QE2QQBQA2B M2B2BB2B2N2B2N2N2 O2JO2JJE2JE2E2 QQQQQNQNN P2Q2P2Q2Q2L2Q2L2L2 O2R2O2S2S2SS2SS P2D2E2D2D2T2D2T2T2 U2E2U2E2E2E2E2E2E2 E2E2E2E2E2V2E2V2V2 T2B2T2B2B2S2B2R2S2 QW2QW2W2JX2JJ Y2E2Y2E2E2E2E2D2E2 E2S2E2E2E2 E2| A | |
| She saw me not she heard me not alone | B |
| Upon the mountain's dizzy brink she stood | C |
| She spake not breathed not moved not there was thrown | B |
| Over her look the shadow of a mood | D |
| Which only clothes the heart in solitude | D |
| A thought of voiceless depth she stood alone | B |
| Above the Heavens were spread below the flood | E |
| Was murmuring in its caves the wind had blown | B |
| Her hair apart through which her eyes and forehead shone | B |
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| A cloud was hanging o'er the western mountains | F |
| Before its blue and moveless depth were flying | G |
| Gray mists poured forth from the unresting fountains | F |
| Of darkness in the North the day was dying | G |
| Sudden the sun shone forth its beams were lying | G |
| Like boiling gold on Ocean strange to see | H |
| And on the shattered vapours which defying | G |
| The power of light in vain tossed restlessly | H |
| In the red Heaven like wrecks in a tempestuous sea | H |
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| It was a stream of living beams whose bank | I |
| On either side by the cloud's cleft was made | J |
| And where its chasms that flood of glory drank | I |
| Its waves gushed forth like fire and as if swayed | J |
| By some mute tempest rolled on HER the shade | J |
| Of her bright image floated on the river | K |
| Of liquid light which then did end and fade | J |
| Her radiant shape upon its verge did shiver | K |
| Aloft her flowing hair like strings of flame did quiver | K |
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| I stood beside her but she saw me not | L |
| She looked upon the sea and skies and earth | M |
| Rapture and love and admiration wrought | N |
| A passion deeper far than tears or mirth | M |
| Or speech or gesture or whate'er has birth | M |
| From common joy which with the speechless feeling | G |
| That led her there united and shot forth | O |
| From her far eyes a light of deep revealing | G |
| All but her dearest self from my regard concealing | G |
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| Her lips were parted and the measured breath | P |
| Was now heard there her dark and intricate eyes | Q |
| Orb within orb deeper than sleep or death | P |
| Absorbed the glories of the burning skies | Q |
| Which mingling with her heart's deep ecstasies | Q |
| Burst from her looks and gestures and a light | R |
| Of liquid tenderness like love did rise | Q |
| From her whole frame an atmosphere which quite | R |
| Arrayed her in its beams tremulous and soft and bright | R |
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| She would have clasped me to her glowing frame | S |
| Those warm and odorous lips might soon have shed | T |
| On mine the fragrance and the invisible flame | S |
| Which now the cold winds stole she would have laid | J |
| Upon my languid heart her dearest head | T |
| I might have heard her voice tender and sweet | U |
| Her eyes mingling with mine might soon have fed | T |
| My soul with their own joy One moment yet | V |
| I gazed we parted then never again to meet | U |
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| Never but once to meet on Earth again | W |
| She heard me as I fled her eager tone | B |
| Sunk on my heart and almost wove a chain | X |
| Around my will to link it with her own | B |
| So that my stern resolve was almost gone | Y |
| 'I cannot reach thee whither dost thou fly | Z |
| My steps are faint Come back thou dearest one | A2 |
| Return ah me return ' The wind passed by | Z |
| On which those accents died faint far and lingeringly | Z |
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| Woe Woe that moonless midnight Want and Pest | B2 |
| Were horrible but one more fell doth rear | C2 |
| As in a hydra's swarming lair its crest | B2 |
| Eminent among those victims even the Fear | C2 |
| Of Hell each girt by the hot atmosphere | C2 |
| Of his blind agony like a scorpion stung | D2 |
| By his own rage upon his burning bier | E2 |
| Of circling coals of fire but still there clung | D2 |
| One hope like a keen sword on starting threads uphung | D2 |
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| Not death death was no more refuge or rest | B2 |
| Not life it was despair to be not sleep | F2 |
| For fiends and chasms of fire had dispossessed | B2 |
| All natural dreams to wake was not to weep | F2 |
| But to gaze mad and pallid at the leap | F2 |
| To which the Future like a snaky scourge | G2 |
| Or like some tyrant's eye which aye doth keep | F2 |
| Its withering beam upon his slaves did urge | G2 |
| Their steps they heard the roar of Hell's sulphureous surge | G2 |
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| Each of that multitude alone and lost | H2 |
| To sense of outward things one hope yet knew | I2 |
| As on a foam girt crag some seaman tossed | H2 |
| Stares at the rising tide or like the crew | I2 |
| Whilst now the ship is splitting through and through | I2 |
| Each if the tramp of a far steed was heard | J2 |
| Started from sick despair or if there flew | I2 |
| One murmur on the wind or if some word | J2 |
| Which none can gather yet the distant crowd has stirred | J2 |
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| Why became cheeks wan with the kiss of death | P |
| Paler from hope they had sustained despair | K2 |
| Why watched those myriads with suspended breath | P |
| Sleepless a second night they are not here | E2 |
| The victims and hour by hour a vision drear | E2 |
| Warm corpses fall upon the clay cold dead | T |
| And even in death their lips are wreathed with fear | E2 |
| The crowd is mute and moveless overhead | T |
| Silent Arcturus shines 'Ha hear'st thou not the tread | T |
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| 'Of rushing feet laughter the shout the scream | L2 |
| Of triumph not to be contained See hark | D2 |
| They come they come give way ' Alas ye deem | L2 |
| Falsely 'tis but a crowd of maniacs stark | D2 |
| Driven like a troop of spectres through the dark | D2 |
| From the choked well whence a bright death fire sprung | D2 |
| A lurid earth star which dropped many a spark | D2 |
| From its blue train and spreading widely clung | D2 |
| To their wild hair like mist the topmost pines among | D2 |
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| And many from the crowd collected there | E2 |
| Joined that strange dance in fearful sympathies | Q |
| There was the silence of a long despair | E2 |
| When the last echo of those terrible cries | Q |
| Came from a distant street like agonies | Q |
| Stifled afar Before the Tyrant's throne | B |
| All night his aged Senate sate their eyes | Q |
| In stony expectation fixed when one | A2 |
| Sudden before them stood a Stranger and alone | B |
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| Dark Priests and haughty Warriors gazed on him | M2 |
| With baffled wonder for a hermit's vest | B2 |
| Concealed his face but when he spake his tone | B |
| Ere yet the matter did their thoughts arrest | B2 |
| Earnest benignant calm as from a breast | B2 |
| Void of all hate or terror made them start | N2 |
| For as with gentle accents he addressed | B2 |
| His speech to them on each unwilling heart | N2 |
| Unusual awe did fall a spirit quelling dart | N2 |
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| 'Ye Princes of the Earth ye sit aghast | O2 |
| Amid the ruin which yourselves have made | J |
| Yes Desolation heard your trumpet's blast | O2 |
| And sprang from sleep dark Terror has obeyed | J |
| Your bidding O that I whom ye have made | J |
| Your foe could set my dearest enemy free | E2 |
| From pain and fear but evil casts a shade | J |
| Which cannot pass so soon and Hate must be | E2 |
| The nurse and parent still of an ill progeny | E2 |
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| 'Ye turn to Heaven for aid in your distress | Q |
| Alas that ye the mighty and the wise | Q |
| Who if ye dared might not aspire to less | Q |
| Than ye conceive of power should fear the lies | Q |
| Which thou and thou didst frame for mysteries | Q |
| To blind your slaves consider your own thought | N |
| An empty and a cruel sacrifice | Q |
| Ye now prepare for a vain idol wrought | N |
| Out of the fears and hate which vain desires have brought | N |
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| 'Ye seek for happiness alas the day | P2 |
| Ye find it not in luxury nor in gold | Q2 |
| Nor in the fame nor in the envied sway | P2 |
| For which O willing slaves to Custom old | Q2 |
| Severe taskmistress ye your hearts have sold | Q2 |
| Ye seek for peace and when ye die to dream | L2 |
| No evil dreams all mortal things are cold | Q2 |
| And senseless then if aught survive I deem | L2 |
| It must be love and joy for they immortal seem | L2 |
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| 'Fear not the future weep not for the past | O2 |
| Oh could I win your ears to dare be now | R2 |
| Glorious and great and calm that ye would cast | O2 |
| Into the dust those symbols of your woe | S2 |
| Purple and gold and steel that ye would go | S2 |
| Proclaiming to the nations whence ye came | S |
| That Want and Plague and Fear from slavery flow | S2 |
| And that mankind is free and that the shame | S |
| Of royalty and faith is lost in freedom's fame | S |
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| 'If thus 'tis well if not I come to say | P2 |
| That Laon ' while the Stranger spoke among | D2 |
| The Council sudden tumult and affray | E2 |
| Arose for many of those warriors young | D2 |
| Had on his eloquent accents fed and hung | D2 |
| Like bees on mountain flowers they knew the truth | T2 |
| And from their thrones in vindication sprung | D2 |
| The men of faith and law then without ruth | T2 |
| Drew forth their secret steel and stabbed each ardent youth | T2 |
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| They stabbed them in the back and sneered a slave | U2 |
| Who stood behind the throne those corpses drew | E2 |
| Each to its bloody dark and secret grave | U2 |
| And one more daring raised his steel anew | E2 |
| To pierce the Stranger 'What hast thou to do | E2 |
| With me poor wretch ' Calm solemn and severe | E2 |
| That voice unstrung his sinews and he threw | E2 |
| His dagger on the ground and pale with fear | E2 |
| Sate silently his voice then did the Stranger rear | E2 |
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| 'It doth avail not that I weep for ye | E2 |
| Ye cannot change since ye are old and gray | E2 |
| And ye have chosen your lot your fame must be | E2 |
| A book of blood whence in a milder day | E2 |
| Men shall learn truth when ye are wrapped in clay | E2 |
| Now ye shall triumph I am Laon's friend | V2 |
| And him to your revenge will I betray | E2 |
| So ye concede one easy boon Attend | V2 |
| For now I speak of things which ye can apprehend | V2 |
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| 'There is a People mighty in its youth | T2 |
| A land beyond the Oceans of the West | B2 |
| Where though with rudest rites Freedom and Truth | T2 |
| Are worshipped from a glorious Mother's breast | B2 |
| Who since high Athens fell among the rest | B2 |
| Sate like the Queen of Nations but in woe | S2 |
| By inbred monsters outraged and oppressed | B2 |
| Turns to her chainless child for succour now | R2 |
| It draws the milk of Power in Wisdom's fullest flow | S2 |
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| 'That land is like an Eagle whose young gaze | Q |
| Feeds on the noontide beam whose golden plume | W2 |
| Floats moveless on the storm and in the blaze | Q |
| Of sunrise gleams when Earth is wrapped in gloom | W2 |
| An epitaph of glory for the tomb | W2 |
| Of murdered Europe may thy fame be made | J |
| Great People as the sands shalt thou become | X2 |
| Thy growth is swift as morn when night must fade | J |
| The multitudinous Earth shall sleep beneath thy shade | J |
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| 'Yes in the desert there is built a home | Y2 |
| For Freedom Genius is made strong to rear | E2 |
| The monuments of man beneath the dome | Y2 |
| Of a new Heaven myriads assemble there | E2 |
| Whom the proud lords of man in rage or fear | E2 |
| Drive from their wasted homes the boon I pray | E2 |
| Is this that Cythna shall be convoyed there | E2 |
| Nay start not at the name America | D2 |
| And then to you this night Laon will I betray | E2 |
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| 'With me do what ye will I am your foe ' | - |
| The light of such a joy as makes the stare | E2 |
| Of hungry snakes like living emeralds glow | S2 |
| Shone in a hundred human eyes 'Where where | E2 |
| Is Laon Haste fly drag him swiftly here | E2 |
| We grant thy boon ' 'I put no trust in ye | E2 |
| Swear by the Power ye dread ' 'We swear we swear ' | - |
| The Stranger threw his vest back suddenly | E2 |
| And smiled in gentle pride and said 'Lo I am he ' | - |
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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