The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIAA JJKKLLLLLLLL JJMMJJLLNNOO LLLLPP LLQQ LLRR LLSSTT LLLLHHUU VVQQ PPQQ SSWWLLXXLLCCLLCCYYLL WWEEQQ CCEELLZZA2A2B2C2LLEE CCD2D2LLYYE2F2UUHHG2 G2MMCCLL H2H2CCLLLLQQIIA2A2 CCB2B2SSI2I2B2B2CCJ2 J2YP LK2While thus a mind humane and wise he shows | A |
All eloquent of truth his language flows | A |
Youth tho' depress'd thro' all his form appears | B |
Thro' all his sentiments the depth of years | B |
Thus he Yet farther Industry behold | C |
Which conscious waits new wonders to unfold | C |
Enter my chapel next Lo here begin | D |
The hallow'd rites that check the growth of sin | D |
When first we met how soon you seem'd to know | E |
My bosom lab'ring with the throbs of woe | E |
Such racking throbs Soft when I rouse those cares | F |
On my chill'd mind pale Recollection glares | F |
When moping Frenzy strove my thoughts to sway | G |
Here prudent labours chas'd her pow'r away | G |
Full and rough rising from yon sculptur'd wall | H |
Bold prophets nations to repentance call | H |
Meek martyrs smile in flames gor'd champions groan | I |
And muse like cherubs tune their harps in stone | I |
Next shadow'd light a rounding force bestows | A |
Swells into life and speaking action grows | A |
Here pleasing melancholy subjects find | J |
To calm amuse exalt the pensive mind | J |
This figure tender grief like mine implies | K |
And semblant thoughts that earthly pomp despise | K |
Such penitential Magdalene reveals | L |
Loose veil'd in negligence of charms she kneels | L |
Tho' dress near stor'd its vanity supplies | L |
The vanity of dress unheeded lies | L |
The sinful world in sorrowing eye she keeps | L |
As o'er Jerusalem Messiah weeps | L |
One hand her bosom smites in one appears | L |
The lifted lawn that drinks her falling tears | L |
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Since evil outweighs good and sways mankind | J |
True fortitude assumes the patient mind | J |
Such prov'd Messiah's tho' to suff'ring born | M |
To penury repulse reproach and scorn | M |
Here by the pencil mark his flight design'd | J |
The weary'd virgin by a stream reclin'd | J |
Who feeds the child Her looks a charm express | L |
A modest charm that dignifies distress | L |
Boughs o'er their heads with blushing fruits depend | N |
Which angels to her busied consort bend | N |
Hence by the smiling infant seems discern'd | O |
Trifles concerning Him all heav'n concern'd | O |
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Here the transfigur'd Son from earth retires | L |
See the white form in a bright cloud aspires | L |
Full on his foll'wers bursts a flood of rays | L |
Prostrate they fall beneath th' o'erwhelming blaze | L |
Like noon tide summer suns the rays appear | P |
Unsuff'rable magnificent and near | P |
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What scene of agony the garden brings | L |
The cup of gall the suppliant king of kings | L |
The crown of thorns the cross that felt him die | Q |
These languid in the sketch unfinish'd lie | Q |
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There from the dead centurions see him rise | L |
See but struck down with horrible surprize | L |
As the first glory seem'd a sun at noon | R |
This casts the silver splendor of the moon | R |
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Here peopled day th' ascending God surveys | L |
The glory varies as the myriads gaze | L |
Now soften'd like a sun at distance seen | S |
When thro' a cloud bright glancing yet serene | S |
Now fast encreasing to the croud amaz'd | T |
Like some vast meteor high in ether rais'd | T |
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My labour yon high vaulted altar stains | L |
With dies that emulate etherial plains | L |
The convex glass which in that opening glows | L |
Mid circling rays a pictur'd Saviour shows | L |
Bright it collects the beams which trembling all | H |
Back from the God a show'ry radiance fall | H |
Light'ning the scene beneath a scene divine | U |
Where faints clouds seraphs intermingled shine | U |
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Here water falls that play melodious round | V |
Like a sweet organ swell a lofty sound | V |
The solemn notes bid earthly passions fly | Q |
Lull all my cares and lift my soul on high | Q |
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This monumental marble this I rear | P |
To one Oh ever mourn'd Oh ever dear | P |
He stopt pathetic sighs the pause supply | Q |
And the prompt tear starts quiv'ring on his eye | Q |
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I look'd two columns near the wall were seen | S |
An imag'd beauty stretch'd at length between | S |
Near the wept fair her harp Cecilia strung | W |
Leaning from high a list'ning angel hung | W |
Friendship whose figure at the feet remains | L |
A phoenix with irradiate crest sustains | L |
This grac'd one palm while one extends t'impart | X |
Two foreign hands that clasp a burning heart | X |
A pendent veil two hov'ring seraphs raise | L |
Which opening heav'n upon the roof displays | L |
And two benevolent less distant hold | C |
A vase collective of perfumes uproll'd | C |
These from the heart by Friendship held arise | L |
Od'rous as incense gath'ring in the skies | L |
In the fond pelican is love exprest | C |
Who opens to her young her tender breast | C |
Two mated turtles hov'ring hang in air | Y |
One by a faulcon struck In wild despair | Y |
The hermit cries So death alas destroys | L |
The tender consort of my cares and joys | L |
Again soft tears upon his eye lid hung | W |
Again check'd sounds dy'd flutt'ring on his tongue | W |
Too well his pining inmost thought I know | E |
Too well e'en silence tells the story'd woe | E |
To his my sighs to his my tears reply | Q |
I stray o'er all the tomb a wat'ry eye | Q |
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Next on the wall her scenes of life I gaz'd | C |
The form back leaning by a globe half rais'd | C |
Cherubs a proffer'd crown of glory show | E |
Ey'd wistful by th' admiring fair below | E |
In action eloquent dispos'd her hands | L |
One shows her breast in rapture one expands | L |
This the fond hermit seiz'd o'er all his soul | Z |
The soft wild wailing am'rous passion stole | Z |
In stedfast gaze his eyes her aspect keep | A2 |
Then turn away awhile dejected weep | A2 |
Then he reverts 'em but reverts in vain | B2 |
Dimm'd with the swelling grief that streams again | C2 |
Where now is my philosophy he cries | L |
My joy hope reason my Olympia dies | L |
Why did I e'er that prime of blessings know | E |
Was it ye cruel fates t'embitter woe | E |
Why would your bolts not level first my head | C |
Why must I live to weep Olympia dead | C |
Sir I had once a wife fair bloom'd her youth | D2 |
Her form was beauty and her soul was truth | D2 |
Oh she was dear How dear what words can say | L |
She dies my heav'n at once is snatch'd away | L |
Ah what avails that by a father's care | Y |
I rose a wealthy and illustrious heir | Y |
That early in my youth I learn'd to prove | E2 |
Th' instructive pleasing academic grove | F2 |
That in the senate eloquence was mine | U |
That valour gave me in the field to shine | U |
That love show'r'd blessings too far more than all | H |
High rapt ambition e'er could happy call | H |
Ah What are these which e'en the wise adore | G2 |
Lost is my pride Olympia is no more | G2 |
Had I ye persecuting pow'rs been born | M |
The world's cold pity or at best its scorn | M |
Of wealth of rank of kindred warmth bereft | C |
To want to shame to ruthless censure left | C |
Patience or pride to this relief supplies | L |
But a lost wife there there distraction lies | L |
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Now three sad years I yield me all to grief | H2 |
And fly the hated comfort of relief | H2 |
Tho' rich great young I leave a pompous seat | C |
My brother's now to seek some dark retreat | C |
Mid cloister'd solitary tombs I stray | L |
Despair and horror lead the cheerless way | L |
My sorrow grows to such a wild excess | L |
Life injur'd life must wish the passion less | L |
Olympia My Olympia's lost I cry | Q |
Olympia's lost the hollow vaults reply | Q |
Louder I make my lamentable moan | I |
The swelling echoes learn like me to groan | I |
The ghosts to scream as thro' lone aisles they sweep | A2 |
The shrines to shudder and the saints to weep | A2 |
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Now grief and rage by gath'ring sighs supprest | C |
Swell my full heart and heave my lab'ring breast | C |
With struggling starts each vital string they strain | B2 |
And strike the tott'ring fabric of my brain | B2 |
O'er my sunk spirits frowns a vap'ry scene | S |
Woe's dark retreat the madding maze of spleen | S |
A deep damp gloom o'erspreads the murky cell | I2 |
Here pining thoughts and secret terrors dwell | I2 |
Here learn the Great unreal wants to feign | B2 |
Unpleasing truths here mortify the vain | B2 |
Here learning blinded first and then beguil'd | C |
Looks dark as Ignorance as Frenzy wild | C |
Here first Credulity on Reason won | J2 |
And here false Zeal mysterious rants begun | J2 |
Here Love inpearls each moment with a tear | Y |
And Superstition owes to Spleen her fear | P |
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Fantastic lightnings thro' the dreary way | L |
In swift short signals flash the b | K2 |
Richard Savage
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