The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 3 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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What thoughts had sway o'er Cythna's lonely slumber | B |
That night I know not but my own did seem | C |
As if they might ten thousand years outnumber | B |
Of waking life the visions of a dream | C |
Which hid in one dim gulf the troubled stream | C |
Of mind a boundless chaos wild and vast | D |
Whose limits yet were never memory's theme | C |
And I lay struggling as its whirlwinds passed | D |
Sometimes for rapture sick sometimes for pain aghast | D |
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Two hours whose mighty circle did embrace | E |
More time than might make gray the infant world | F |
Rolled thus a weary and tumultuous space | E |
When the third came like mist on breezes curled | F |
From my dim sleep a shadow was unfurled | F |
Methought upon the threshold of a cave | G |
I sate with Cythna drooping briony pearled | F |
With dew from the wild streamlet's shattered wave | G |
Hung where we sate to taste the joys which Nature gave | G |
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We lived a day as we were wont to live | H |
But Nature had a robe of glory on | I |
And the bright air o'er every shape did weave | J |
Intenser hues so that the herbless stone | K |
The leafless bough among the leaves alone | K |
Had being clearer than its own could be | L |
And Cythna's pure and radiant self was shown | K |
In this strange vision so divine to me | L |
That if I loved before now love was agony | L |
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Morn fled noon came evening then night descended | F |
And we prolonged calm talk beneath the sphere | M |
Of the calm moon when suddenly was blended | F |
With our repose a nameless sense of fear | M |
And from the cave behind I seemed to hear | N |
Sounds gathering upwards accents incomplete | F |
And stifled shrieks and now more near and near | M |
A tumult and a rush of thronging feet | F |
The cavern's secret depths beneath the earth did beat | F |
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The scene was changed and away away away | O |
Through the air and over the sea we sped | F |
And Cythna in my sheltering bosom lay | O |
And the winds bore me through the darkness spread | F |
Around the gaping earth then vomited | F |
Legions of foul and ghastly shapes which hung | P |
Upon my flight and ever as we fled | F |
They plucked at Cythna soon to me then clung | P |
A sense of actual things those monstrous dreams among | P |
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And I lay struggling in the impotence | Q |
Of sleep while outward life had burst its bound | F |
Though still deluded strove the tortured sense | R |
To its dire wanderings to adapt the sound | F |
Which in the light of morn was poured around | F |
Our dwelling breathless pale and unaware | S |
I rose and all the cottage crowded found | F |
With armed men whose glittering swords were bare | S |
And whose degraded limbs the tyrant's garb did wear | S |
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And ere with rapid lips and gathered brow | T |
I could demand the cause a feeble shriek | U |
It was a feeble shriek faint far and low | V |
Arrested me my mien grew calm and meek | U |
And grasping a small knife I went to seek | U |
That voice among the crowd 'twas Cythna's cry | W |
Beneath most calm resolve did agony wreak | U |
Its whirlwind rage so I passed quietly | L |
Till I beheld where bound that dearest child did lie | W |
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I started to behold her for delight | F |
And exultation and a joyance free | L |
Solemn serene and lofty filled the light | F |
Of the calm smile with which she looked on me | L |
So that I feared some brainless ecstasy | L |
Wrought from that bitter woe had wildered her | B |
'Farewell farewell ' she said as I drew nigh | W |
'At first my peace was marred by this strange stir | B |
Now I am calm as truth its chosen minister | B |
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'Look not so Laon say farewell in hope | X |
These bloody men are but the slaves who bear | S |
Their mistress to her task it was my scope | X |
The slavery where they drag me now to share | S |
And among captives willing chains to wear | S |
Awhile the rest thou knowest return dear friend | F |
Let our first triumph trample the despair | S |
Which would ensnare us now for in the end | F |
In victory or in death our hopes and fears must blend ' | - |
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These words had fallen on my unheeding ear | N |
Whilst I had watched the motions of the crew | Y |
With seeming careless glance not many were | B |
Around her for their comrades just withdrew | Y |
To guard some other victim so I drew | Y |
My knife and with one impulse suddenly | L |
All unaware three of their number slew | Y |
And grasped a fourth by the throat and with loud cry | W |
My countrymen invoked to death or liberty | L |
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What followed then I know not for a stroke | Z |
On my raised arm and naked head came down | A2 |
Filling my eyes with blood When I awoke | Z |
I felt that they had bound me in my swoon | B2 |
And up a rock which overhangs the town | A2 |
By the steep path were bearing me below | V |
The plain was filled with slaughter overthrown | K |
The vineyards and the harvests and the glow | V |
Of blazing roofs shone far o'er the white Ocean's flow | V |
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Upon that rock a mighty column stood | F |
Whose capital seemed sculptured in the sky | W |
Which to the wanderers o'er the solitude | F |
Of distant seas from ages long gone by | W |
Had made a landmark o'er its height to fly | W |
Scarcely the cloud the vulture or the blast | F |
Has power and when the shades of evening lie | W |
On Earth and Ocean its carved summits cast | F |
The sunken daylight far through the aerial waste | F |
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They bore me to a cavern in the hill | C2 |
Beneath that column and unbound me there | S |
And one did strip me stark and one did fill | C2 |
A vessel from the putrid pool one bare | S |
A lighted torch and four with friendless care | S |
Guided my steps the cavern paths along | D2 |
Then up a steep and dark and narrow stair | S |
We wound until the torch's fiery tongue | P |
Amid the gushing day beamless and pallid hung | P |
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They raised me to the platform of the pile | E2 |
That column's dizzy height the grate of brass | F2 |
Through which they thrust me open stood the while | E2 |
As to its ponderous and suspended mass | F2 |
With chains which eat into the flesh alas | F2 |
With brazen links my naked limbs they bound | F |
The grate as they departed to repass | F2 |
With horrid clangour fell and the far sound | F |
Of their retiring steps in the dense gloom was drowned | F |
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The noon was calm and bright around that column | G2 |
The overhanging sky and circling sea | L |
Spread forth in silentness profound and solemn | G2 |
The darkness of brief frenzy cast on me | L |
So that I knew not my own misery | L |
The islands and the mountains in the day | F |
Like clouds reposed afar and I could see | L |
The town among the woods below that lay | F |
And the dark rocks which bound the bright and glassy bay | F |
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It was so calm that scarce the feathery weed | F |
Sown by some eagle on the topmost stone | K |
Swayed in the air so bright that noon did breed | F |
No shadow in the sky beside mine own | K |
Mine and the shadow of my chain alone | K |
Below the smoke of roofs involved in flame | H2 |
Rested like night all else was clearly shown | K |
In that broad glare yet sound to me none came | H2 |
But of the living blood that ran within my frame | H2 |
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The peace of madness fled and ah too soon | B2 |
A ship was lying on the sunny main | I2 |
Its sails were flagging in the breathless noon | B2 |
Its shadow lay beyond that sight again | J2 |
Waked with its presence in my tranced brain | I2 |
The stings of a known sorrow keen and cold | F |
I knew that ship bore Cythna o'er the plain | I2 |
Of waters to her blighting slavery sold | F |
And watched it with such thoughts as must remain untold | F |
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I watched until the shades of evening wrapped | F |
Earth like an exhalation then the bark | K2 |
Moved for that calm was by the sunset snapped | F |
It moved a speck upon the Ocean dark | K2 |
Soon the wan stars came forth and I could mark | K2 |
Its path no more I sought to close mine eyes | L2 |
But like the balls their lids were stiff and stark | K2 |
I would have risen but ere that I could rise | L2 |
My parched skin was split with piercing agonies | M2 |
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I gnawed my brazen chain and sought to sever | B |
Its adamantine links that I might die | W |
O Liberty forgive the base endeavour | B |
Forgive me if reserved for victory | L |
The Champion of thy faith e'er sought to fly | W |
That starry night with its clear silence sent | F |
Tameless resolve which laughed at misery | L |
Into my soul linked remembrance lent | F |
To that such power to me such a severe content | F |
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To breathe to be to hope or to despair | S |
And die I questioned not nor though the Sun | N2 |
Its shafts of agony kindling through the air | S |
Moved over me nor though in evening dun | N2 |
Or when the stars their visible courses run | N2 |
Or morning the wide universe was spread | F |
In dreary calmness round me did I shun | N2 |
Its presence nor seek refuge with the dead | F |
From one faint hope whose flower a dropping poison shed | F |
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Two days thus passed I neither raved nor died | F |
Thirst raged within me like a scorpion's nest | F |
Built in mine entrails I had spurned aside | F |
The water vessel while despair possessed | F |
My thoughts and now no drop remained The uprest | F |
Of the third sun brought hunger but the crust | F |
Which had been left was to my craving breast | F |
Fuel not food I chewed the bitter dust | F |
And bit my bloodless arm and licked the brazen rust | F |
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My brain began to fail when the fourth morn | O2 |
Burst o'er the golden isles a fearful sleep | P2 |
Which through the caverns dreary and forlorn | O2 |
Of the riven soul sent its foul dreams to sweep | P2 |
With whirlwind swiftness a fall far and deep | P2 |
A gulf a void a sense of senselessness | M2 |
These things dwelt in me even as shadows keep | P2 |
Their watch in some dim charnel's loneliness | M2 |
A shoreless sea a sky sunless and planetless | M2 |
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The forms which peopled this terrific trance | M2 |
I well remember like a choir of devils | M2 |
Around me they involved a giddy dance | M2 |
Legions seemed gathering from the misty levels | M2 |
Of Ocean to supply those ceaseless revels | M2 |
Foul ceaseless shadows thought could not divide | F |
The actual world from these entangling evils | M2 |
Which so bemocked themselves that I descried | F |
All shapes like mine own self hideously multiplied | F |
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The sense of day and night of false and true | Y |
Was dead within me Yet two visions burst | F |
That darkness one as since that hour I knew | Y |
Was not a phantom of the realms accursed | F |
Where then my spirit dwelt but of the first | F |
I know not yet was it a dream or no | V |
But both though not distincter were immersed | F |
In hues which when through memory's waste they flow | V |
Make their divided streams more bright and rapid now | T |
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Methought that grate was lifted and the seven | N2 |
Who brought me thither four stiff corpses bare | S |
And from the frieze to the four winds of Heaven | N2 |
Hung them on high by the entangled hair | S |
Swarthy were three the fourth was very fair | S |
As they retired the golden moon upsprung | K2 |
And eagerly out in the giddy air | S |
Leaning that I might eat I stretched and clung | K2 |
Over the shapeless depth in which those corpses hung | K2 |
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A woman's shape now lank and cold and blue | Y |
The dwelling of the many coloured worm | Q2 |
Hung there the white and hollow cheek I drew | Y |
To my dry lips what radiance did inform | R2 |
Those horny eyes whose was that withered form | R2 |
Alas alas it seemed that Cythna's ghost | F |
Laughed in those looks and that the flesh was warm | R2 |
Within my teeth a whirlwind keen as frost | F |
Then in its sinking gulfs my sickening spirit tossed | F |
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Then seemed it that a tameless hurricane | I2 |
Arose and bore me in its dark career | M |
Beyond the sun beyond the stars that wane | I2 |
On the verge of formless space it languished there | S |
And dying left a silence lone and drear | S |
More horrible than famine in the deep | P2 |
The shape of an old man did then appear | S |
Stately and beautiful that dreadful sleep | P2 |
His heavenly smiles dispersed and I could wake and weep | P2 |
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And when the blinding tears had fallen I saw | M2 |
That column and those corpses and the moon | B2 |
And felt the poisonous tooth of hunger gnaw | M2 |
My vitals I rejoiced as if the boon | B2 |
Of senseless death would be accorded soon | B2 |
When from that stony gloom a voice arose | M2 |
Solemn and sweet as when low winds attune | B2 |
The midnight pines the grate did then unclose | M2 |
And on that reverend form the moonlight did repose | M2 |
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He struck my chains and gently spake and smiled | F |
As they were loosened by that Hermit old | F |
Mine eyes were of their madness half beguiled | F |
To answer those kind looks he did enfold | F |
His giant arms around me to uphold | F |
My wretched frame my scorched limbs he wound | F |
In linen moist and balmy and as cold | F |
As dew to drooping leaves the chain with sound | F |
Like earthquake through the chasm of that steep stair did bound | F |
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As lifting me it fell What next I heard | F |
Were billows leaping on the harbour bar | S |
And the shrill sea wind whose breath idly stirred | F |
My hair I looked abroad and saw a star | S |
Shining beside a sail and distant far | S |
That mountain and its column the known mark | K2 |
Of those who in the wide deep wandering are | S |
So that I feared some Spirit fell and dark | K2 |
In trance had lain me thus within a fiendish bark | K2 |
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For now indeed over the salt sea billow | V |
I sailed yet dared not look upon the shape | S2 |
Of him who ruled the helm although the pillow | V |
For my light head was hollowed in his lap | T2 |
And my bare limbs his mantle did enwrap | T2 |
Fearing it was a fiend at last he bent | F |
O'er me his aged face as if to snap | T2 |
Those dreadful thoughts the gentle grandsire bent | F |
And to my inmost soul his soothing looks he sent | F |
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A soft and healing potion to my lips | M2 |
At intervals he raised now looked on high | W |
To mark if yet the starry giant dips | M2 |
His zone in the dim sea now cheeringly | V |
Though he said little did he speak to me | L |
'It is a friend beside thee take good cheer | S |
Poor victim thou art now at liberty ' | - |
I joyed as those a human tone to hear | S |
Who in cells deep and lone have languished many a year | S |
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A dim and feeble joy whose glimpses oft | F |
Were quenched in a relapse of wildering dreams | M2 |
Yet still methought we sailed until aloft | F |
The stars of night grew pallid and the beams | M2 |
Of morn descended on the ocean streams | M2 |
And still that aged man so grand and mild | F |
Tended me even as some sick mother seems | M2 |
To hang in hope over a dying child | F |
Till in the azure East darkness again was piled | F |
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And then the night wind steaming from the shore | S |
Sent odours dying sweet across the sea | L |
And the swift boat the little waves which bore | S |
Were cut by its keen keel though slantingly | V |
Soon I could hear the leaves sigh and could see | L |
The myrtle blossoms starring the dim grove | U2 |
As past the pebbly beach the boat did flee | L |
On sidelong wing into a silent cove | U2 |
Where ebon pines a shade under the starlight wove | U2 |
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