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 LK2

While thus a mind humane and wise he showsA
All eloquent of truth his language flowsA
Youth tho' depress'd thro' all his form appearsB
Thro' all his sentiments the depth of yearsB
Thus he Yet farther Industry beholdC
Which conscious waits new wonders to unfoldC
Enter my chapel next Lo here beginD
The hallow'd rites that check the growth of sinD
When first we met how soon you seem'd to knowE
My bosom lab'ring with the throbs of woeE
Such racking throbs Soft when I rouse those caresF
On my chill'd mind pale Recollection glaresF
When moping Frenzy strove my thoughts to swayG
Here prudent labours chas'd her pow'r awayG
Full and rough rising from yon sculptur'd wallH
Bold prophets nations to repentance callH
Meek martyrs smile in flames gor'd champions groanI
And muse like cherubs tune their harps in stoneI
Next shadow'd light a rounding force bestowsA
Swells into life and speaking action growsA
Here pleasing melancholy subjects findJ
To calm amuse exalt the pensive mindJ
This figure tender grief like mine impliesK
And semblant thoughts that earthly pomp despiseK
Such penitential Magdalene revealsL
Loose veil'd in negligence of charms she kneelsL
Tho' dress near stor'd its vanity suppliesL
The vanity of dress unheeded liesL
The sinful world in sorrowing eye she keepsL
As o'er Jerusalem Messiah weepsL
One hand her bosom smites in one appearsL
The lifted lawn that drinks her falling tearsL
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Since evil outweighs good and sways mankindJ
True fortitude assumes the patient mindJ
Such prov'd Messiah's tho' to suff'ring bornM
To penury repulse reproach and scornM
Here by the pencil mark his flight design'dJ
The weary'd virgin by a stream reclin'dJ
Who feeds the child Her looks a charm expressL
A modest charm that dignifies distressL
Boughs o'er their heads with blushing fruits dependN
Which angels to her busied consort bendN
Hence by the smiling infant seems discern'dO
Trifles concerning Him all heav'n concern'dO
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Here the transfigur'd Son from earth retiresL
See the white form in a bright cloud aspiresL
Full on his foll'wers bursts a flood of raysL
Prostrate they fall beneath th' o'erwhelming blazeL
Like noon tide summer suns the rays appearP
Unsuff'rable magnificent and nearP
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What scene of agony the garden bringsL
The cup of gall the suppliant king of kingsL
The crown of thorns the cross that felt him dieQ
These languid in the sketch unfinish'd lieQ
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There from the dead centurions see him riseL
See but struck down with horrible surprizeL
As the first glory seem'd a sun at noonR
This casts the silver splendor of the moonR
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Here peopled day th' ascending God surveysL
The glory varies as the myriads gazeL
Now soften'd like a sun at distance seenS
When thro' a cloud bright glancing yet sereneS
Now fast encreasing to the croud amaz'dT
Like some vast meteor high in ether rais'dT
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My labour yon high vaulted altar stainsL
With dies that emulate etherial plainsL
The convex glass which in that opening glowsL
Mid circling rays a pictur'd Saviour showsL
Bright it collects the beams which trembling allH
Back from the God a show'ry radiance fallH
Light'ning the scene beneath a scene divineU
Where faints clouds seraphs intermingled shineU
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Here water falls that play melodious roundV
Like a sweet organ swell a lofty soundV
The solemn notes bid earthly passions flyQ
Lull all my cares and lift my soul on highQ
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This monumental marble this I rearP
To one Oh ever mourn'd Oh ever dearP
He stopt pathetic sighs the pause supplyQ
And the prompt tear starts quiv'ring on his eyeQ
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I look'd two columns near the wall were seenS
An imag'd beauty stretch'd at length betweenS
Near the wept fair her harp Cecilia strungW
Leaning from high a list'ning angel hungW
Friendship whose figure at the feet remainsL
A phoenix with irradiate crest sustainsL
This grac'd one palm while one extends t'impartX
Two foreign hands that clasp a burning heartX
A pendent veil two hov'ring seraphs raiseL
Which opening heav'n upon the roof displaysL
And two benevolent less distant holdC
A vase collective of perfumes uproll'dC
These from the heart by Friendship held ariseL
Od'rous as incense gath'ring in the skiesL
In the fond pelican is love exprestC
Who opens to her young her tender breastC
Two mated turtles hov'ring hang in airY
One by a faulcon struck In wild despairY
The hermit cries So death alas destroysL
The tender consort of my cares and joysL
Again soft tears upon his eye lid hungW
Again check'd sounds dy'd flutt'ring on his tongueW
Too well his pining inmost thought I knowE
Too well e'en silence tells the story'd woeE
To his my sighs to his my tears replyQ
I stray o'er all the tomb a wat'ry eyeQ
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Next on the wall her scenes of life I gaz'dC
The form back leaning by a globe half rais'dC
Cherubs a proffer'd crown of glory showE
Ey'd wistful by th' admiring fair belowE
In action eloquent dispos'd her handsL
One shows her breast in rapture one expandsL
This the fond hermit seiz'd o'er all his soulZ
The soft wild wailing am'rous passion stoleZ
In stedfast gaze his eyes her aspect keepA2
Then turn away awhile dejected weepA2
Then he reverts 'em but reverts in vainB2
Dimm'd with the swelling grief that streams againC2
Where now is my philosophy he criesL
My joy hope reason my Olympia diesL
Why did I e'er that prime of blessings knowE
Was it ye cruel fates t'embitter woeE
Why would your bolts not level first my headC
Why must I live to weep Olympia deadC
Sir I had once a wife fair bloom'd her youthD2
Her form was beauty and her soul was truthD2
Oh she was dear How dear what words can sayL
She dies my heav'n at once is snatch'd awayL
Ah what avails that by a father's careY
I rose a wealthy and illustrious heirY
That early in my youth I learn'd to proveE2
Th' instructive pleasing academic groveF2
That in the senate eloquence was mineU
That valour gave me in the field to shineU
That love show'r'd blessings too far more than allH
High rapt ambition e'er could happy callH
Ah What are these which e'en the wise adoreG2
Lost is my pride Olympia is no moreG2
Had I ye persecuting pow'rs been bornM
The world's cold pity or at best its scornM
Of wealth of rank of kindred warmth bereftC
To want to shame to ruthless censure leftC
Patience or pride to this relief suppliesL
But a lost wife there there distraction liesL
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Now three sad years I yield me all to griefH2
And fly the hated comfort of reliefH2
Tho' rich great young I leave a pompous seatC
My brother's now to seek some dark retreatC
Mid cloister'd solitary tombs I strayL
Despair and horror lead the cheerless wayL
My sorrow grows to such a wild excessL
Life injur'd life must wish the passion lessL
Olympia My Olympia's lost I cryQ
Olympia's lost the hollow vaults replyQ
Louder I make my lamentable moanI
The swelling echoes learn like me to groanI
The ghosts to scream as thro' lone aisles they sweepA2
The shrines to shudder and the saints to weepA2
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Now grief and rage by gath'ring sighs supprestC
Swell my full heart and heave my lab'ring breastC
With struggling starts each vital string they strainB2
And strike the tott'ring fabric of my brainB2
O'er my sunk spirits frowns a vap'ry sceneS
Woe's dark retreat the madding maze of spleenS
A deep damp gloom o'erspreads the murky cellI2
Here pining thoughts and secret terrors dwellI2
Here learn the Great unreal wants to feignB2
Unpleasing truths here mortify the vainB2
Here learning blinded first and then beguil'dC
Looks dark as Ignorance as Frenzy wildC
Here first Credulity on Reason wonJ2
And here false Zeal mysterious rants begunJ2
Here Love inpearls each moment with a tearY
And Superstition owes to Spleen her fearP
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Fantastic lightnings thro' the dreary wayL
In swift short signals flash the bK2

Richard Savage



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