The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEEFF CCGGHHIIJJKKLLAA MMNNOOCCPPFFQQJJRRSS MMTTUU VVCCWWUUXXYYZZ A2A2KB2C2C2JD2E2E2 HHKNMMF2F2G2H2JJI2I2 UUJ2J2LLK2K2L2L2M2M2 N2MD2D2 SSC2C2RRKKO2P2Q2Q2R2 R2S2S2YYT2T2U2U2R2R2 V2V2RRW2W2 CCRRX2X2Y2Y2 I2I2LLUUZ2Z2Z2Z2 JJA3A3Z2Z2Z2Z2NNB3B3 Z2Z2 Z2Z2WWD2D2C3R| Thus free our social time from morning flows | A |
| Till rising shades attempt the day to close | B |
| Thus my new friend Behold the light's decay | C |
| Back to yon city let me point thy way | C |
| South west behind yon hill the slooping sun | D |
| To ocean's verge his fluent course has run | D |
| His parting eyes a wat'ry radiance shed | E |
| Glance through the vale and tip the mountain's head | E |
| To which oppos'd the shad'wy gulfs below | F |
| Beauteous reflect the party colour'd snow | F |
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| Now dance the stars where Vesper leads the way | C |
| Yet all faint glimm'ring with remains of day | C |
| Orient the Queen of Night emits her dawn | G |
| And throws unseen her mantle o'er the lawn | G |
| Up the blue steep her crimson orb now shines | H |
| Now on the mountain top her arm reclines | H |
| In a red crescent seen her zone now gleams | I |
| Like Venus quiv'ring in reflecting streams | I |
| Yet red'ning yet round burning up the air | J |
| From the white cliff her feet slow rising glare | J |
| See flames condens'd now vary her attire | K |
| Her face a broad circumference of fire | K |
| Dark firs seem kindled in nocturnal blaze | L |
| Thro' ranks of pines her broken lustre plays | L |
| Here glares there brown projecting shade bestows | A |
| And glitt'ring sports upon the spangled snows | A |
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| Now silver turn her beams Yon den they gain | M |
| The big rouz'd lion shakes his brindled main | M |
| Fierce fleet gaunt monsters all prepar'd for gore | N |
| Rend woods vales rocks with wide resounding roar | N |
| O dire presage But fear not thou my friend | O |
| Our steps the guardians of the just attend | O |
| Homeward I'll wait thee on and now survey | C |
| How men and spirits chace the night away | C |
| Yon nymps and swains in am'rous mirth advance | P |
| To breathing music moves the circling dance | P |
| Here the bold youth in deeds advent'rous glow | F |
| Skimming in rapid sleds the crackling snow | F |
| Not when Tydides won the fun'ral race | Q |
| Shot his light car along in swifter pace | Q |
| Here the glaz'd way with iron feet they dare | J |
| And glide well pois'd like Mercuries in air | J |
| There crowds with stable tread and levell'd eye | R |
| Lift and dismiss the quoits that whirling fly | R |
| With force superior not with skill so true | S |
| The pond'rous disk from Roman sinews flew | S |
| Where neighb'ring hills some cloudy sheet sustain | M |
| Freez'd o'er the nether vale a pensive plain | M |
| Cross the roof'd hollow rolls the massy round | T |
| The crack'd ice rattles and the rocks resound | T |
| Censures disputes and laughs alternate rise | U |
| And deaf'ning clangor thunders up the skies | U |
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| Thus amid crowded images serene | V |
| From hour to hour we pass'd from scene to scene | V |
| Fast wore the night Full long we pac'd our way | C |
| Vain steps the city yet far distant lay | C |
| While thus the Hermit ere my wonder spoke | W |
| Methought with new amusement silence broke | W |
| Yon amber hu'd cascade which fleecy flies | U |
| Thro' rocks and strays along the trackless skies | U |
| To frolic fairies marks the mazy ring | X |
| Forth to the dance from little cells they spring | X |
| Measur'd to pipe or harp and next they stand | Y |
| Marshall'd beneath the moon a radiant band | Y |
| In frost work now delight the sportive kind | Z |
| Now court wild Fancy in the whistling wind | Z |
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| Hark the funereal bell's deep sounding toll | A2 |
| To bliss from mis'ry calls some righteous soul | A2 |
| Just freed from life like swift ascending fire | K |
| Glorious it mounts and gleams from yonder spire | B2 |
| Light claps its wings It views with pitying sight | C2 |
| The friendly mourner pay the pious rite | C2 |
| The plume high wrought that black'ning nods in air | J |
| The slow pac'd weeping pomp the solemn pray'r | D2 |
| The decent tomb the verse that Sorrow gives | E2 |
| Where to remembrance sweet fair Virtue lives | E2 |
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| Now to mid heav'n the whiten'd moon inclines | H |
| And shades contract mark'd out in clearer lines | H |
| With noiseless gloom the plains are delug'd o'er | K |
| See from the north what streaming meteors pour | N |
| Beneath Bo tes springs the radiant train | M |
| And quiver thro' the axle of his wain | M |
| O'er altars thus impainted we behold | F2 |
| Half circling glories shoot in rays of gold | F2 |
| Cross either swift elance the vivid fires | G2 |
| As swift again each pointed flame retires | H2 |
| In fancy's eye encount'ring armies glare | J |
| And sanguine ensigns wave unfurl'd in air | J |
| Hence the weak vulgar deem impending fate | I2 |
| A monarch ruin'd or unpeopled state | I2 |
| Thus comets dreadful visitants arise | U |
| To them wild omens science to the wise | U |
| These mark the comet to the sun incline | J2 |
| While deep red flames around its center shine | J2 |
| While its fierce rear a winding trail displays | L |
| And lights all ether with the sweepy blaze | L |
| Or when compell'd it flies the torrid zone | K2 |
| And shoots by worlds unnumber'd and unknown | K2 |
| By worlds whose people all aghast with fear | L2 |
| May view that minister of vengeance near | L2 |
| 'Till now the transient glow remote and lost | M2 |
| Decays and darkens 'mid involving frost | M2 |
| Or when it sun ward drinks rich beams again | N2 |
| And burns imperious on th' etherial plain | M |
| The learn'd one curious eyes it from afar | D2 |
| Sparkling thro' night a new illustrious star | D2 |
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| The moon descending saw us now pursue | S |
| The various talk the city near in view | S |
| Here from still life he cries avert thy sight | C2 |
| And mark what deeds adorn or shame the night | C2 |
| But heedful each immodest prospect fly | R |
| Where decency forbids enquiry's eye | R |
| Man were not man without love's wanton fire | K |
| But reason's glory is to quell desire | K |
| What are thy fruits O Lust Short blessings bought | O2 |
| With long remorse the seed of bitter thought | P2 |
| Perhaps some babe to dire diseases born | Q2 |
| Doom'd for another's crimes thro' life to mourn | Q2 |
| Or murder'd to preserve a mother's fame | R2 |
| Or cast obscure the child of want and shame | R2 |
| False pride What vices on our conduct steal | S2 |
| From the world's eye one frailty to conceal | S2 |
| Ye cruel mothers Soft those words command | Y |
| So near shall cruelty and mother stand | Y |
| Can the dove's bosom snakey venom draw | T2 |
| Can its foot sharpen like the vulture's claw | T2 |
| Can the fond goat or tender fleecy dam | U2 |
| Howl like the wolf to tear the kid or lamb | U2 |
| Yes there are mothers There I fear'd his aim | R2 |
| And conscious trembled at the coming name | R2 |
| Then with a sigh his issuing words oppos'd | V2 |
| Straight with a falling tear the speech he clos'd | V2 |
| That tenderness which ties of blood deny | R |
| Nature repaid me from a stranger's eye | R |
| Pale grew my cheeks But now to gen'ral views | W2 |
| Our converse turns which thus my friend renews | W2 |
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| Yon mansion made by beaming tapers gay | C |
| Drowns the dim night and counterfeits the day | C |
| From lumin'd windows glancing on the eye | R |
| Around athwart the frisking shadows fly | R |
| There midnight riot spreads illusive joys | X2 |
| And fortune health and dearer time destroys | X2 |
| Soon death's dark agent to luxuriant ease | Y2 |
| Shall wake sharp warnings in some fierce disease | Y2 |
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| O man thy fabric's like a well form'd state | I2 |
| Thy thoughts first rank'd were sure design'd the great | I2 |
| Passions plebeians are which faction raise | L |
| Wine like pour'd oil excites the raging blaze | L |
| Then giddy anarchy's rude triumphs rise | U |
| Then sov'reign reason from her empire flies | U |
| That ruler once depos'd wisdom and wit | Z2 |
| To noise and folly place and pow'r submit | Z2 |
| Like a frail bark thy weaken'd mind is tost | Z2 |
| Unsteer'd unbalanc'd till its wealth is lost | Z2 |
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| The miser spirit eyes the spendthrift heir | J |
| And mourns too late effects of sordid care | J |
| His treasures fly to cloy each fawning slave | A3 |
| Yet grudge a stone to dignify his grave | A3 |
| For this low thoughted craft his life employ'd | Z2 |
| For this tho' wealthy he no wealth enjoy'd | Z2 |
| For this he grip'd the poor and alms deny'd | Z2 |
| Unfriended liv'd and unlamented died | Z2 |
| Yet smile griev'd shade when that unprosp'rous store | N |
| Fast lessens when gay hours return no more | N |
| Smile at thy heir beholding in his fall | B3 |
| Men once oblig'd like him ungrateful all | B3 |
| Then thought inspiring woe his heart shall mend | Z2 |
| And prove his only wise unflatt'ring friend | Z2 |
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| Folly exhibits thus unmanly sport | Z2 |
| While plotting mischief keeps reserv'd her court | Z2 |
| Lo from that mount in blasting sulphur broke | W |
| Stream flames voluminous enwrapp'd with smoke | W |
| In chariot shape they whirl up yonder tow'r | D2 |
| Lean on its brow and like destruction low'r | D2 |
| From the black depth a fiery legion springs | C3 |
| Each bold bad spectre claps her soun | R |
Richard Savage
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