The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDDEEFFAAGGHHIIJJKK LLMMNNOOAAPPFFQQKK PPAARRST UUVVWWLL TTAAXXYY ZZYY TTZZYYAATT AADD QQTTYYA2A2TTLB2TTTTT TC2D2YYTTE2E2YYTTTT AATT YY YYYYTTTTF2F2 ZZYY YY TTG2G2DD TTAA LLTTYYH2H2 YYAATTI2I2 YYTTTTT| Still o'er my mind wild Fancy holds her sway | A |
| Still on strange visionary land I stray | A |
| Now scenes crowd thick now indistinct appear | B |
| Swift glide the months and turn the varying year | B |
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| Near the Bull's horn light's rising monarch draws | C |
| Now on its back the Pleiades he thaws | C |
| From vernal heat pale winter forc'd to fly | D |
| Northward retires yet turns a wat'ry eye | D |
| Then with an aguish breath nips infant blooms | E |
| Deprives unfolding spring of rich perfumes | E |
| Shakes the slow circling blood of human race | F |
| And in sharp livid looks contracts the face | F |
| Now o'er Norwegian hills he strides away | A |
| Such slipp'ry paths Ambition's steps betray | A |
| Turning with sighs far spiral firs he sees | G |
| Which bow obedient to the southern breeze | G |
| Now from yon Zemblan rock his crest he shrouds | H |
| Like Fame's obscur'd amid the whitening clouds | H |
| Thence his lost empire is with tears deplor'd | I |
| Such tyrants shed o'er liberty restor'd | I |
| Beneath his eye that throws malignant light | J |
| Ten times the measur'd round of mortal sight | J |
| A waste pale glimm'ring like a moon that wanes | K |
| A wild expanse of frozen sea contains | K |
| It cracks vast floating mountains beat the shore | L |
| Far off he hears those icy ruins roar | L |
| And from the hideous crash distracted flies | M |
| Like one who feels his dying infant's cries | M |
| Near and more near the rushing torrents sound | N |
| And one great rift runs thro' the vast profound | N |
| Swift as a shooting meteor groaning loud | O |
| Like deep roll'd thunder thro' a rending cloud | O |
| The late dark Pole now feels unsetting day | A |
| In hurricanes of wrath he whirls his way | A |
| O'er many a polar Alp to Frost he goes | P |
| O'er crackling vales embrown'd with melting snows | P |
| Here bears stalk tenants of the barren space | F |
| Few men unsocial those a barb'rous race | F |
| At length the cave appears the race is run | Q |
| Now he recounts vast conquests lost and won | Q |
| And taleful in th' embrace of Frost remains | K |
| Barr'd from our climes and bound in icy chains | K |
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| Meanwhile the sun his beams on Cancer throws | P |
| Which now beneath his warmest influence glows | P |
| From glowing Cancer fall'n the King of day | A |
| Red thro' the kindling Lion shoots his ray | A |
| The tawny harvest pays the earlier plough | R |
| And mellowing fruitage loads the bending bough | R |
| 'Tis day spring Now green lab'rinths I frequent | S |
| Where Wisdom oft retires to meet Content | T |
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| The mounting lark her warbling anthem lends | U |
| From note to note the ravish'd soul ascends | U |
| As thus it would the patriarch's ladder climb | V |
| By some good angel led to worlds sublime | V |
| Oft legends say the snake with waken'd ire | W |
| Like Envy rears in many a scaly spire | W |
| Then songsters droop then yield their vital gore | L |
| And innocence and music are no more | L |
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| Mild rides the morn in orient beauty drest | T |
| An azure mantle and a purple vest | T |
| Which blown by gales her gemmy feet display | A |
| Her amber tresses negligently gay | A |
| Collected now her rosy hand they fill | X |
| And gently wrung the pearly dew distil | X |
| The songful zephyrs and the laughing hours | Y |
| Breathe sweet and strew her op'ning way with flow'rs | Y |
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| The chatt'ring swallows leave their nested care | Z |
| Each promising return with plenteous fare | Z |
| So the fond swain who to the market hies | Y |
| Stills with big hopes his infant's tender cries | Y |
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| Yonder two turtles o'er their callow brood | T |
| Hang hov'ring ere they seek their guiltless food | T |
| Fondly they bill Now to their morning care | Z |
| Like our first parents part the am'rous pair | Z |
| But ah a pair no more With spreading wings | Y |
| From the high sounding cliff a vulture springs | Y |
| Steady he sails along th' aerial grey | A |
| Swoops down and bears yon tim'rous dove away | A |
| Start we who worse than vultures Nimrods find | T |
| Men meditating prey on human kind | T |
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| Wild beasts to gloomy dens repace their way | A |
| Where their couch'd young demand the slaughter'd prey | A |
| Rooks from their nodding nests black swarming fly | D |
| And in hoarse uproar tell the fowler nigh | D |
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| Now in his tabernacle rous'd the sun | Q |
| Is warn'd the blue etherial steep to run | Q |
| While on his couch of floating jasper laid | T |
| From his bright eye Sleep calls the dewy shade | T |
| The crystal dome transparent pillars raise | Y |
| Whence beam'd from saphires living azure plays | Y |
| The liquid floor in wrought with pearls divine | A2 |
| Where all his labours in mosaic shine | A2 |
| His coronet a cloud of silver white | T |
| His robe with unconsuming crimson bright | T |
| Varied with gems all heaven's collected store | L |
| While his loose locks descend a golden show'r | B2 |
| If to his steps compar'd we tardy find | T |
| The Grecian racers who out strip the wind | T |
| Fleet to the glowing race behold him start | T |
| His quick'ning eyes a quiv'ring radiance dart | T |
| And while this last nocturnal flag is furl'd | T |
| Swift into life and motion look the world | T |
| The sun flow'r now averts her blooming cheek | C2 |
| From west to view his eastern lustre break | D2 |
| What gay creative pow'r his presence brings | Y |
| Hills lawns lakes villages the face of things | Y |
| All night beneath successive shadows miss'd | T |
| Instant begins in colours to exist | T |
| But absent these from sons of riot keep | E2 |
| Lost in impure unmeditating sleep | E2 |
| T'unlock his fence the new ris'n swain prepares | Y |
| And ere forth driv'n recounts his fleecy cares | Y |
| When lo an ambush'd wolf with hunger bold | T |
| Springs at the prey and fierce invades the fold | T |
| But by the pastor not in vain defy'd | T |
| Like our arch foe by some celestial guide | T |
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| Spread on yon rock the sea calf I survey | A |
| Bask'd in the sun his skin reflects the day | A |
| He sees yon tow'r like ship the waves divide | T |
| And slips again beneath the glassy tide | T |
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| The wat'ry herbs and shrubs and vines and flow'rs | Y |
| Rear their bent heads o'ercharg'd with nightly show'rs | Y |
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| Hail glorious sun to whose attractive fires | Y |
| The waken'd vegetative life aspires | Y |
| The juices wrought by thy directive force | Y |
| Thro' plants and trees perform their genial course | Y |
| Extend in root with bark unyielding bind | T |
| The hearted trunk or weave the branching rind | T |
| Expand in leaves in flow'ry blossoms shoot | T |
| Bleed in rich gums and swell in ripen'd fruit | T |
| From thee bright universal Pow'r began | F2 |
| Instinct in brute and gen'rous love in man | F2 |
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| Talk'd I of love Yon swain with am'rous air | Z |
| Soft swells his pipe to charm the rural fair | Z |
| She milks the flocks then list'ning as he plays | Y |
| Steals in the running brook a conscious gaze | Y |
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| The trout that deep in winter ooz'd remains | Y |
| Up springs and sunward turns its crimson stains | Y |
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| The tenants of the warren vainly chas'd | T |
| Now lur'd to ambient fields for green repast | T |
| Seek their small vaulted labyrinths in vain | G2 |
| Entangling nets betray the skipping train | G2 |
| Red massacres thro' their republic fly | D |
| And heaps on heaps by ruthless spaniels die | D |
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| The fisher who the lonely beech has stray'd | T |
| And all the live long night his net work spread | T |
| Drags in and bears the loaded snare away | A |
| Where flounce deceiv'd th' expiring finny prey | A |
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| Near Neptune's temple Neptune's now no more | L |
| Whose statue plants a trident on the shore | L |
| In sportive rings the gen'rous dolphins wind | T |
| And eye and think the image human kind | T |
| Dear pleasing friendship See the pile commands | Y |
| The vale and grim as Superstition stands | Y |
| Time's hand there leaves its print of mossy green | H2 |
| With hollows carv'd for snakes and birds obscene | H2 |
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| O Gibbs whose art the solemn fane can raise | Y |
| Where God delights to dwell and man to praise | Y |
| When moulder'd thus the column falls away | A |
| Like some great prince majestic in decay | A |
| When Ignorance and Scorn the ground shall tread | T |
| Where Wisdom tutor'd and Devotion pray'd | T |
| Where shall thy pompous work our wonder claim | I2 |
| What but the Muse alone preserve thy name | I2 |
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| The sun shines broken thro' yon arch that rears | Y |
| This once round fabric half depriv'd by years | Y |
| Which rose a stately colonnade and crown'd | T |
| Encircling pillars now unfaithful found | T |
| In fragments these the fall of those forbode | T |
| Which nodding just up heave their crumbling load | T |
| High on yon column which has batter'd st | T |
Richard Savage
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