To The Lord Chancellor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBD AEFEF AGEGH IJKLK IIEIE IEMEN IOPOP IQRQR RSRTR RRKRK RTETE REEEE RUVUV IISIS IFWFW IIXIX| I | A |
| Thy country's curse is on thee darkest crest | B |
| Of that foul knotted many headed worm | C |
| Which rends our Mother s bosom Priestly Pest | B |
| Masked Resurrection of a buried Form | D |
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| II | A |
| Thy country's curse is on thee Justice sold | E |
| Truth trampled Nature s landmarks overthrown | F |
| And heaps of fraud accumulated gold | E |
| Plead loud as thunder at Destruction's throne | F |
| - | |
| III | A |
| And whilst that sure slow Angel which aye stands | G |
| Watching the beck of Mutability | E |
| Delays to execute her high commands | G |
| And though a nation weeps spares thine and thee | H |
| - | |
| IV | I |
| Oh let a father's curse be on thy soul | J |
| And let a daughter's hope be on thy tomb | K |
| Be both on thy gray head a leaden cowl | L |
| To weigh thee down to thine approaching doom | K |
| - | |
| V | I |
| I curse thee by a parent's outraged love | I |
| By hopes long cherished and too lately lost | E |
| By gentle feelings thou couldst never prove | I |
| By griefs which thy stern nature never crossed | E |
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| VI | I |
| By those infantine smiles of happy light | E |
| Which were a fire within a stranger's hearth | M |
| Quenched even when kindled in untimely night | E |
| Hiding the promise of a lovely birth | N |
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| VII | I |
| By those unpractised accents of young speech | O |
| Which he who is a father thought to frame | P |
| To gentlest lore such as the wisest teach | O |
| THOU strike the lyre of mind oh grief and shame | P |
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| VIII | I |
| By all the happy see in children's growth | Q |
| That undeveloped flower of budding years | R |
| Sweetness and sadness interwoven both | Q |
| Source of the sweetest hopes and saddest fears | R |
| - | |
| IX | R |
| By all the days under an hireling's care | S |
| Of dull constraint and bitter heaviness | R |
| O wretched ye if ever any were | T |
| Sadder than orphans yet not fatherless | R |
| - | |
| X | R |
| By the false cant which on their innocent lips | R |
| Must hang like poison on an opening bloom | K |
| By the dark creeds which cover with eclipse | R |
| Their pathway from the cradle to the tomb | K |
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| XI | R |
| By thy most impious Hell and all its terror | T |
| By all the grief the madness and the guilt | E |
| Of thine impostures which must be their error | T |
| That sand on which thy crumbling power is built | E |
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| XII | R |
| By thy complicity with lust and hate | E |
| Thy thirst for tears thy hunger after gold | E |
| The ready frauds which ever on thee wait | E |
| The servile arts in which thou hast grown old | E |
| - | |
| XIII | R |
| By thy most killing sneer and by thy smile | U |
| By all the arts and snares of thy black den | V |
| And for thou canst outweep the crocodile | U |
| By thy false tears those millstones braining men | V |
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| XIV | I |
| By all the hate which checks a father's love | I |
| By all the scorn which kills a fathe's care | S |
| By those most impious hands which dared remove | I |
| Nature s high bounds by thee and by despair | S |
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| XV | I |
| Yes the despair which bids a father groan | F |
| And cry 'My children are no longer mine | W |
| The blood within those veins may be mine own | F |
| But Tyrant their polluted souls are thine | W |
| - | |
| XVI | I |
| I curse thee though I hate thee not O slave | I |
| If thou couldst quench the earth consuming Hell | X |
| Of which thou art a daemon on thy grave | I |
| This curse should be a blessing Fare thee well | X |
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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