The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 6 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Beside the dimness of the glimmering sea | B |
Weaving swift language from impassioned themes | C |
With that dear friend I lingered who to me | B |
So late had been restored beneath the gleams | C |
Of the silver stars and ever in soft dreams | C |
Of future love and peace sweet converse lapped | D |
Our willing fancies till the pallid beams | C |
Of the last watchfire fell and darkness wrapped | D |
The waves and each bright chain of floating fire was snapped | D |
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And till we came even to the City's wall | E |
And the great gate then none knew whence or why | F |
Disquiet on the multitudes did fall | E |
And first one pale and breathless passed us by | F |
And stared and spoke not then with piercing cry | F |
A troop of wild eyed women by the shrieks | G |
Of their own terror driven tumultuously | E |
Hither and thither hurrying with pale cheeks | G |
Each one from fear unknown a sudden refuge seeks | G |
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Then rallying cries of treason and of danger | H |
Resounded and 'They come to arms to arms | I |
The Tyrant is amongst us and the stranger | H |
Comes to enslave us in his name to arms ' | - |
In vain for Panic the pale fiend who charms | I |
Strength to forswear her right those millions swept | J |
Like waves before the tempest these alarms | I |
Came to me as to know their cause I lept | J |
On the gate's turret and in rage and grief and scorn I wept | J |
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For to the North I saw the town on fire | H |
And its red light made morning pallid now | K |
Which burst over wide Asia louder higher | H |
The yells of victory and the screams of woe | L |
I heard approach and saw the throng below | L |
Stream through the gates like foam wrought waterfalls | M |
Fed from a thousand storms the fearful glow | L |
Of bombs flares overhead at intervals | N |
The red artillery's bolt mangling among them falls | M |
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And now the horsemen come and all was done | O |
Swifter than I have spoken I beheld | J |
Their red swords flash in the unrisen sun | O |
I rushed among the rout to have repelled | J |
That miserable flight one moment quelled | J |
By voice and looks and eloquent despair | P |
As if reproach from their own hearts withheld | J |
Their steps they stood but soon came pouring there | P |
New multitudes and did those rallied bands o'erbear | P |
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I strove as drifted on some cataract | J |
By irresistible streams some wretch might strive | Q |
Who hears its fatal roar the files compact | J |
Whelmed me and from the gate availed to drive | Q |
With quickening impulse as each bolt did rive | Q |
Their ranks with bloodier chasm into the plain | R |
Disgorged at length the dead and the alive | Q |
In one dread mass were parted and the stain | R |
Of blood from mortal steel fell o'er the fields like rain | R |
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For now the despot's bloodhounds with their prey | P |
Unarmed and unaware were gorging deep | S |
Their gluttony of death the loose array | P |
Of horsemen o'er the wide fields murdering sweep | S |
And with loud laughter for their tyrant reap | S |
A harvest sown with other hopes the while | E |
Far overhead ships from Propontis keep | S |
A killing rain of fire when the waves smile | E |
As sudden earthquakes light many a volcano isle | E |
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Thus sudden unexpected feast was spread | J |
For the carrion fowls of Heaven I saw the sight | J |
I moved I lived as o'er the heaps of dead | J |
Whose stony eyes glared in the morning light | J |
I trod to me there came no thought of flight | J |
But with loud cries of scorn which whoso heard | J |
That dreaded death felt in his veins the might | J |
Of virtuous shame return the crowd I stirred | J |
And desperation's hope in many hearts recurred | J |
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A band of brothers gathering round me made | J |
Although unarmed a steadfast front and still | E |
Retreating with stern looks beneath the shade | J |
Of gathered eyebrows did the victors fill | E |
With doubt even in success deliberate will | E |
Inspired our growing troop not overthrown | T |
It gained the shelter of a grassy hill | E |
And ever still our comrades were hewn down | U |
And their defenceless limbs beneath our footsteps strown | U |
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Immovably we stood in joy I found | J |
Beside me then firm as a giant pine | U |
Among the mountain vapours driven around | J |
The old man whom I loved his eyes divine | U |
With a mild look of courage answered mine | U |
And my young friend was near and ardently | E |
His hand grasped mine a moment now the line | U |
Of war extended to our rallying cry | P |
As myriads flocked in love and brotherhood to die | P |
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For ever while the sun was climbing Heaven | U |
The horseman hewed our unarmed myriads down | U |
Safely though when by thirst of carnage driven | U |
Too near those slaves were swiftly overthrown | U |
By hundreds leaping on them flesh and bone | U |
Soon made our ghastly ramparts then the shaft | J |
Of the artillery from the sea was thrown | U |
More fast and fiery and the conquerors laughed | J |
In pride to hear the wind our screams of torment waft | J |
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For on one side alone the hill gave shelter | P |
So vast that phalanx of unconquered men | U |
And there the living in the blood did welter | P |
Of the dead and dying which in that green glen | U |
Like stifled torrents made a plashy fen | U |
Under the feet thus was the butchery waged | J |
While the sun clomb Heaven's eastern steep but when | U |
It 'gan to sink a fiercer combat raged | J |
For in more doubtful strife the armies were engaged | J |
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Within a cave upon the hill were found | J |
A bundle of rude pikes the instrument | J |
Of those who war but on their native ground | J |
For natural rights a shout of joyance sent | J |
Even from our hearts the wide air pierced and rent | J |
As those few arms the bravest and the best | J |
Seized and each sixth thus armed did now present | J |
A line which covered and sustained the rest | J |
A confident phalanx which the foes on every side invest | J |
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That onset turned the foes to flight almost | J |
But soon they saw their present strength and knew | U |
That coming night would to our resolute host | J |
Bring victory so dismounting close they drew | U |
Their glittering files and then the combat grew | U |
Unequal but most horrible and ever | P |
Our myriads whom the swift bolt overthrew | U |
Or the red sword failed like a mountain river | P |
Which rushes forth in foam to sink in sands for ever | P |
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Sorrow and shame to see with their own kind | J |
Our human brethren mix like beasts of blood | J |
To mutual ruin armed by one behind | J |
Who sits and scoffs That friend so mild and good | J |
Who like its shadow near my youth had stood | J |
Was stabbed my old preserver's hoary hair | P |
With the flesh clinging to its roots was strewed | J |
Under my feet I lost all sense or care | P |
And like the rest I grew desperate and unaware | P |
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The battle became ghastlier in the midst | J |
I paused and saw how ugly and how fell | E |
O Hate thou art even when thy life thou shedd'st | J |
For love The ground in many a little dell | E |
Was broken up and down whose steeps befell | E |
Alternate victory and defeat and there | P |
The combatants with rage most horrible | E |
Strove and their eyes started with cracking stare | P |
And impotent their tongues they lolled into the air | P |
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Flaccid and foamy like a mad dog's hanging | V |
Want and Moon madness and the pest's swift Bane | U |
When its shafts smite while yet its bow is twanging | V |
Have each their mark and sign some ghastly stain | U |
And this was thine O War of hate and pain | U |
Thou loathed slave I saw all shapes of death | W |
And ministered to many o'er the plain | U |
While carnage in the sunbeam's warmth did seethe | X |
Till twilight o'er the east wove her serenest wreath | Y |
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The few who yet survived resolute and firm | Z |
Around me fought At the decline of day | J |
Winding above the mountain's snowy term | Z |
New banners shone they quivered in the ray | J |
Of the sun's unseen orb ere night the array | J |
Of fresh troops hemmed us in of those brave bands | A2 |
I soon survived alone and now I lay | J |
Vanquished and faint the grasp of bloody hands | A2 |
I felt and saw on high the glare of falling brands | A2 |
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When on my foes a sudden terror came | B2 |
And they fled scattering lo with reinless speed | J |
A black Tartarian horse of giant frame | B2 |
Comes trampling over the dead the living bleed | J |
Beneath the hoofs of that tremendous steed | J |
On which like to an Angel robed in white | J |
Sate one waving a sword the hosts recede | J |
And fly as through their ranks with awful might | J |
Sweeps in the shadow of eve that Phantom swift and bright | J |
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And its path made a solitude I rose | C2 |
And marked its coming it relaxed its course | D2 |
As it approached me and the wind that flows | C2 |
Through night bore accents to mine ear whose force | D2 |
Might create smiles in death the Tartar horse | D2 |
Paused and I saw the shape its might which swayed | J |
And heard her musical pants like the sweet source | D2 |
Of waters in the desert as she said | J |
'Mount with me Laon now' I rapidly obeyed | J |
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Then 'Away away ' she cried and stretched her sword | J |
As 'twere a scourge over the courser's head | J |
And lightly shook the reins We spake no word | J |
But like the vapour of the tempest fled | J |
Over the plain her dark hair was dispread | J |
Like the pine's locks upon the lingering blast | J |
Over mine eyes its shadowy strings it spread | J |
Fitfully and the hills and streams fled fast | J |
As o'er their glimmering forms the steed's broad shadow passed | J |
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And his hoofs ground the rocks to fire and dust | J |
His strong sides made the torrents rise in spray | J |
And turbulence as of a whirlwind's gust | J |
Surrounded us and still away away | J |
Through the desert night we sped while she alway | J |
Gazed on a mountain which we neared whose crest | J |
Crowned with a marble ruin in the ray | J |
Of the obscure stars gleamed its rugged breast | J |
The steed strained up and then his impulse did arrest | J |
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A rocky hill which overhung the Ocean | U |
From that lone ruin when the steed that panted | J |
Paused might be heard the murmur of the motion | U |
Of waters as in spots for ever haunted | J |
By the choicest winds of Heaven which are enchanted | J |
To music by the wand of Solitude | J |
That wizard wild and the far tents implanted | J |
Upon the plain be seen by those who stood | J |
Thence marking the dark shore of Ocean's curved flood | J |
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One moment these were heard and seen another | P |
Passed and the two who stood beneath that night | J |
Each only heard or saw or felt the other | P |
As from the lofty steed she did alight | J |
Cythna for from the eyes whose deepest light | J |
Of love and sadness made my lips feel pale | E |
With influence strange of mournfullest delight | J |
My own sweet Cythna looked with joy did quail | E |
And felt her strength in tears of human weakness fail | E |
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And for a space in my embrace she rested | J |
Her head on my unquiet heart reposing | V |
While my faint arms her languid frame invested | J |
At length she looked on me and half unclosing | V |
Her tremulous lips said 'Friend thy bands were losing | V |
The battle as I stood before the King | V |
In bonds I burst them then and swiftly choosing | V |
The time did seize a Tartar's sword and spring | V |
Upon his horse and swift as on the whirlwind's wing | V |
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'Have thou and I been borne beyond pursuer | P |
And we are here ' Then turning to the steed | J |
She pressed the white moon on his front with pure | P |
And rose like lips and many a fragrant weed | J |
From the green ruin plucked that he might feed | J |
But I to a stone seat that Maiden led | J |
And kissing her fair eyes said 'Thou hast need | J |
Of rest ' and I heaped up the courser's bed | J |
In a green mossy nook with mountain flowers dispread | J |
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Within that ruin where a shattered portal | E |
Looks to the eastern stars abandoned now | U |
By man to be the home of things immortal | E |
Memories like awful ghosts which come and go | V |
And must inherit all he builds below | V |
When he is gone a hall stood o'er whose roof | Q |
Fair clinging weeds with ivy pale did grow | V |
Clasping its gray rents with a verdurous woof | Q |
A hanging dome of leaves a canopy moon proof | Q |
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The autumnal winds as if spell bound had made | J |
A natural couch of leaves in that recess | E2 |
Which seasons none disturbed but in the shade | J |
Of flowering parasites did Spring love to dress | E2 |
With their sweet blooms the wintry loneliness | F2 |
Of those dead leaves shedding their stars whene'er | V |
The wandering wind her nurslings might caress | E2 |
Whose intertwining fingers ever there | V |
Made music wild and soft that filled the listening air | V |
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We know not where we go or what sweet dream | G2 |
May pilot us through caverns strange and fair | V |
Of far and pathless passion while the stream | G2 |
Of life our bark doth on its whirlpools bear | V |
Spreading swift wings as sails to the dim air | V |
Nor should we seek to know so the devotion | U |
Of love and gentle thoughts be heard still there | V |
Louder and louder from the utmost Ocean | U |
Of universal life attuning its commotion | U |
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To the pure all things are pure Oblivion wrapped | J |
Our spirits and the fearful overthrow | V |
Of public hope was from our being snapped | J |
Though linked years had bound it there for now | U |
A power a thirst a knowledge which below | V |
All thoughts like light beyond the atmosphere | V |
Clothing its clouds with grace doth ever flow | V |
Came on us as we sate in silence there | V |
Beneath the golden stars of the clear azure air | V |
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In silence which doth follow talk that causes | H2 |
The baffled heart to speak with sighs and tears | I2 |
When wildering passion swalloweth up the pauses | H2 |
Of inexpressive speech the youthful years | J2 |
Which we together passed their hopes and fears | J2 |
The blood itself which ran within our frames | K2 |
That likeness of the features which endears | K2 |
The thoughts expressed by them our very names | K2 |
And all the winged hours which speechless memory claims | K2 |
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Had found a voice and ere that voice did pass | K2 |
The night grew damp and dim and through a rent | J |
Of the ruin where we sate from the morass | K2 |
A wandering Meteor by some wild wind sent | J |
Hung high in the green dome to which it lent | J |
A faint and pallid lustre while the song | V |
Of blasts in which its blue hair quivering bent | J |
Strewed strangest sounds the moving leaves among | V |
A wondrous light the sound as of a spirit's tongue | V |
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The Meteor showed the leaves on which we sate | J |
And Cythna's glowing arms and the thick ties | K2 |
Of her soft hair which bent with gathered weight | J |
My neck near hers her dark and deepening eyes | K2 |
Which as twin phantoms of one star that lies | K2 |
O'er a dim well move though the star reposes | K2 |
Swam in our mute and liquid ecstasies | K2 |
Her marble brow and eager lips like roses | K2 |
With their own fragrance pale which Spring but half uncloses | K2 |
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The Meteor to its far morass returned | J |
The beating of our veins one interval | E |
Made still and then I felt the blood that burned | J |
Within her frame mingle with mine and fall | E |
Around my heart like fire and over all | E |
A mist was spread the sickness of a deep | S |
And speechless swoon of joy as might befall | E |
Two disunited spirits when they leap | S |
In union from this earth's obscure and fading sleep | S |
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Was it one moment that confounded thus | K2 |
All thought all sense all feeling into one | U |
Unutterable power which shielded us | K2 |
Even from our own cold looks when we had gone | U |
Into a wide and wild oblivion | U |
Of tumult and of tenderness or now | U |
Had ages such as make the moon and sun | U |
The seasons and mankind their changes know | V |
Left fear and time unfelt by us alone below | V |
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I know not What are kisses whose fire clasps | K2 |
The failing heart in languishment or limb | L2 |
Twined within limb or the quick dying gasps | K2 |
Of the life meeting when the faint eyes swim | L2 |
Through tears of a wide mist boundless and dim | L2 |
In one caress What is the strong control | E |
Which leads the heart that dizzy steep to climb | M2 |
Where far over the world those vapours roll | E |
Which blend two restless frames in one reposing soul | E |
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It is the shadow which doth float unseen | U |
But not unfelt o'er blind mortality | J |
Whose divine darkness fled not from that green | U |
And lone recess where lapped in peace did lie | P |
Our linked frames till from the changing sky | P |
That night and still another day had fled | J |
And then I saw and felt The moon was high | P |
And clouds as of a coming storm were spread | J |
Under its orb loud winds were gathering overhead | J |
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Cythna's sweet lips seemed lurid in the moon | U |
Her fairest limbs with the night wind were chill | E |
And her dark tresses were all loosely strewn | U |
O'er her pale bosom all within was still | E |
And the sweet peace of joy did almost fill | E |
The depth of her unfathomable look | V |
And we sate calmly though that rocky hill | E |
The waves contending in its caverns strook | V |
For they foreknew the storm and the gray ruin shook | V |
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There we unheeding sate in the communion | U |
Of interchanged vows which with a rite | J |
Of faith most sweet and sacred stamped our union | U |
Few were the living hearts which could unite | J |
Like ours or celebrate a bridal night | J |
With such close sympathies for they had sprung | V |
From linked youth and from the gentle might | J |
Of earliest love delayed and cherished long | V |
Which common hopes and fears made like a tempest strong | V |
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And such is Nature's law divine that those | K2 |
Who grow together cannot choose but love | Q |
If faith or custom do not interpose | K2 |
Or common slavery mar what else might move | Q |
All gentlest thoughts as in the sacred grove | Q |
Which shades the springs of Ethiopian Nile | E |
That living tree which if the arrowy dove | Q |
Strike with her shadow shrinks in fear awhile | E |
But its own kindred leaves clasps while the sunbeams smile | E |
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And clings to them when darkness may dissever | V |
The close caresses of all duller plants | K2 |
Which bloom on the wide earth thus we for ever | V |
Were linked for love had nursed us in the haunts | K2 |
Where knowledge from its secret source enchants | K2 |
Young hearts with the fresh music of its springing | V |
Ere yet its gathered flood feeds human wants | K2 |
As the great Nile feeds Egypt ever flinging | V |
Light on the woven boughs which o'er its waves are swinging | V |
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The tones of Cythna's voice like echoes were | V |
Of those far murmuring streams they rose and fell | E |
Mixed with mine own in the tempestuous air | V |
And so we sate until our talk befell | E |
Of the late ruin swift and horrible | E |
And how those seeds of hope might yet be sown | U |
Whose fruit is evil's mortal poison well | E |
For us this ruin made a watch tower lone | U |
But Cythna's eyes looked faint and now two days were gone | U |
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Since she had food therefore I did awaken | U |
The Tartar steed who from his ebon mane | U |
Soon as the clinging slumbers he had shaken | U |
Bent his thin head to seek the brazen rein | U |
Following me obediently with pain | U |
Of heart so deep and dread that one caress | K2 |
When lips and heart refuse to part again | U |
Till they have told their fill could scarce express | K2 |
The anguish of her mute and fearful tenderness | K2 |
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Cythna beheld me part as I bestrode | J |
That willing steed the tempest and the night | J |
Which gave my path its safety as I rode | J |
Down the ravine of rocks did soon unite | J |
The darkness and the tumult of their might | J |
Borne on all winds Far through the streaming rain | U |
Floating at intervals the garments white | J |
Of Cythna gleamed and her voice once again | U |
Came to me on the gust and soon I reached the plain | U |
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I dreaded not the tempest nor did he | J |
Who bore me but his eyeballs wide and red | J |
Turned on the lightning's cleft exultingly | E |
And when the earth beneath his tameless tread | J |
Shook with the sullen thunder he would spread | J |
His nostrils to the blast and joyously | E |
Mock the fierce peal with neighings thus we sped | J |
O'er the lit plain and soon I could descry | V |
Where Death and Fire had gorged the spoil of victory | V |
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There was a desolate village in a wood | J |
Whose bloom inwoven leaves now scattering fed | J |
The hungry storm it was a place of blood | J |
A heap of hearthless walls the flames were dead | J |
Within those dwellings now the life had fled | J |
From all those corpses now but the wide sky | V |
Flooded with lightning was ribbed overhead | J |
By the black rafters and around did lie | V |
Women and babes and men slaughtered confusedly | V |
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Beside the fountain in the market place | K2 |
Dismounting I beheld those corpses stare | V |
With horny eyes upon each other's face | K2 |
And on the earth and on the vacant air | V |
And upon me close to the waters where | V |
I stooped to slake my thirst I shrank to taste | J |
For the salt bitterness of blood was there | V |
But tied the steed beside and sought in haste | J |
If any yet survived amid that ghastly waste | J |
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No living thing was there beside one woman | U |
Whom I found wandering in the streets and she | V |
Was withered from a likeness of aught human | U |
Into a fiend by some strange misery | V |
Soon as she heard my steps she leaped on me | V |
And glued her burning lips to mine and laughed | J |
With a loud long and frantic laugh of glee | V |
And cried 'Now Mortal thou hast deeply quaffed | J |
The Plague's blue kisses soon millions shall pledge the draught | J |
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'My name is Pestilence this bosom dry | V |
Once fed two babes a sister and a brother | V |
When I came home one in the blood did lie | V |
Of three death wounds the flames had ate the other | V |
Since then I have no longer been a mother | V |
But I am Pestilence hither and thither | V |
I flit about that I may slay and smother | V |
All lips which I have kissed must surely wither | V |
But Death's if thou art he we'll go to work together | V |
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'What seek'st thou here The moonlight comes in flashes | K2 |
The dew is rising dankly from the dell | V |
'Twill moisten her and thou shalt see the gashes | K2 |
In my sweet boy now full of worms but tell | V |
First what thou seek'st ' 'I seek for food ' ''Tis well | V |
Thou shalt have food Famine my paramour | V |
Waits for us at the feast cruel and fell | V |
Is Famine but he drives not from his door | V |
Those whom these lips have kissed alone No more no more ' | - |
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As thus she spake she grasped me with the strength | N2 |
Of madness and by many a ruined hearth | O2 |
She led and over many a corpse at length | N2 |
We came to a lone hut where on the earth | P2 |
Which made its floor she in her ghastly mirth | P2 |
Gathering from all those homes now desolate | J |
Had piled three heaps of loaves making a dearth | P2 |
Among the dead round which she set in state | J |
A ring of cold stiff babes silent and stark they sate | J |
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She leaped upon a pile and lifted high | V |
Her mad looks to the lightning and cried 'Eat | J |
Share the great feast to morrow we must die ' | - |
And then she spurned the loaves with her pale feet | J |
Towards her bloodless guests that sight to meet | J |
Mine eyes and my heart ached and but that she | V |
Who loved me did with absent looks defeat | J |
Despair I might have raved in sympathy | V |
But now I took the food that woman offered me | V |
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And vainly having with her madness striven | U |
If I might win her to return with me | V |
Departed In the eastern beams of Heaven | U |
The lightning now grew pallid rapidly | V |
As by the shore of the tempestuous sea | V |
The dark steed bore me and the mountain gray | V |
Soon echoed to his hoofs and I could see | V |
Cythna among the rocks where she alway | J |
Had sate with anxious eyes fixed on the lingering day | V |
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And joy was ours to meet she was most pale | V |
Famished and wet and weary so I cast | J |
My arms around her lest her steps should fail | V |
As to our home we went and thus embraced | J |
Her full heart seemed a deeper joy to taste | J |
Than e'er the prosperous know the steed behind | J |
Trod peacefully along the mountain waste | J |
We reached our home ere morning could unbind | J |
Night's latest veil and on our bridal couch reclined | J |
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Her chilled heart having cherished in my bosom | Q2 |
And sweetest kisses past we two did share | V |
Our peaceful meal as an autumnal blossom | Q2 |
Which spreads its shrunk leaves in the sunny air | V |
After cold showers like rainbows woven there | V |
Thus in her lips and cheeks the vital spirit | J |
Mantled and in her eyes an atmosphere | V |
Of health and hope and sorrow languished near it | J |
And fear and all that dark despondence doth inherit | J |
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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