The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto Iv Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Still o'er my mind wild Fancy holds her swayA
Still on strange visionary land I strayA
Now scenes crowd thick now indistinct appearB
Swift glide the months and turn the varying yearB
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Near the Bull's horn light's rising monarch drawsC
Now on its back the Pleiades he thawsC
From vernal heat pale winter forc'd to flyD
Northward retires yet turns a wat'ry eyeD
Then with an aguish breath nips infant bloomsE
Deprives unfolding spring of rich perfumesE
Shakes the slow circling blood of human raceF
And in sharp livid looks contracts the faceF
Now o'er Norwegian hills he strides awayA
Such slipp'ry paths Ambition's steps betrayA
Turning with sighs far spiral firs he seesG
Which bow obedient to the southern breezeG
Now from yon Zemblan rock his crest he shroudsH
Like Fame's obscur'd amid the whitening cloudsH
Thence his lost empire is with tears deplor'dI
Such tyrants shed o'er liberty restor'dI
Beneath his eye that throws malignant lightJ
Ten times the measur'd round of mortal sightJ
A waste pale glimm'ring like a moon that wanesK
A wild expanse of frozen sea containsK
It cracks vast floating mountains beat the shoreL
Far off he hears those icy ruins roarL
And from the hideous crash distracted fliesM
Like one who feels his dying infant's criesM
Near and more near the rushing torrents soundN
And one great rift runs thro' the vast profoundN
Swift as a shooting meteor groaning loudO
Like deep roll'd thunder thro' a rending cloudO
The late dark Pole now feels unsetting dayA
In hurricanes of wrath he whirls his wayA
O'er many a polar Alp to Frost he goesP
O'er crackling vales embrown'd with melting snowsP
Here bears stalk tenants of the barren spaceF
Few men unsocial those a barb'rous raceF
At length the cave appears the race is runQ
Now he recounts vast conquests lost and wonQ
And taleful in th' embrace of Frost remainsK
Barr'd from our climes and bound in icy chainsK
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Meanwhile the sun his beams on Cancer throwsP
Which now beneath his warmest influence glowsP
From glowing Cancer fall'n the King of dayA
Red thro' the kindling Lion shoots his rayA
The tawny harvest pays the earlier ploughR
And mellowing fruitage loads the bending boughR
'Tis day spring Now green lab'rinths I frequentS
Where Wisdom oft retires to meet ContentT
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The mounting lark her warbling anthem lendsU
From note to note the ravish'd soul ascendsU
As thus it would the patriarch's ladder climbV
By some good angel led to worlds sublimeV
Oft legends say the snake with waken'd ireW
Like Envy rears in many a scaly spireW
Then songsters droop then yield their vital goreL
And innocence and music are no moreL
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Mild rides the morn in orient beauty drestT
An azure mantle and a purple vestT
Which blown by gales her gemmy feet displayA
Her amber tresses negligently gayA
Collected now her rosy hand they fillX
And gently wrung the pearly dew distilX
The songful zephyrs and the laughing hoursY
Breathe sweet and strew her op'ning way with flow'rsY
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The chatt'ring swallows leave their nested careZ
Each promising return with plenteous fareZ
So the fond swain who to the market hiesY
Stills with big hopes his infant's tender criesY
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Yonder two turtles o'er their callow broodT
Hang hov'ring ere they seek their guiltless foodT
Fondly they bill Now to their morning careZ
Like our first parents part the am'rous pairZ
But ah a pair no more With spreading wingsY
From the high sounding cliff a vulture springsY
Steady he sails along th' aerial greyA
Swoops down and bears yon tim'rous dove awayA
Start we who worse than vultures Nimrods findT
Men meditating prey on human kindT
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Wild beasts to gloomy dens repace their wayA
Where their couch'd young demand the slaughter'd preyA
Rooks from their nodding nests black swarming flyD
And in hoarse uproar tell the fowler nighD
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Now in his tabernacle rous'd the sunQ
Is warn'd the blue etherial steep to runQ
While on his couch of floating jasper laidT
From his bright eye Sleep calls the dewy shadeT
The crystal dome transparent pillars raiseY
Whence beam'd from saphires living azure playsY
The liquid floor in wrought with pearls divineA2
Where all his labours in mosaic shineA2
His coronet a cloud of silver whiteT
His robe with unconsuming crimson brightT
Varied with gems all heaven's collected storeL
While his loose locks descend a golden show'rB2
If to his steps compar'd we tardy findT
The Grecian racers who out strip the windT
Fleet to the glowing race behold him startT
His quick'ning eyes a quiv'ring radiance dartT
And while this last nocturnal flag is furl'dT
Swift into life and motion look the worldT
The sun flow'r now averts her blooming cheekC2
From west to view his eastern lustre breakD2
What gay creative pow'r his presence bringsY
Hills lawns lakes villages the face of thingsY
All night beneath successive shadows miss'dT
Instant begins in colours to existT
But absent these from sons of riot keepE2
Lost in impure unmeditating sleepE2
T'unlock his fence the new ris'n swain preparesY
And ere forth driv'n recounts his fleecy caresY
When lo an ambush'd wolf with hunger boldT
Springs at the prey and fierce invades the foldT
But by the pastor not in vain defy'dT
Like our arch foe by some celestial guideT
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Spread on yon rock the sea calf I surveyA
Bask'd in the sun his skin reflects the dayA
He sees yon tow'r like ship the waves divideT
And slips again beneath the glassy tideT
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The wat'ry herbs and shrubs and vines and flow'rsY
Rear their bent heads o'ercharg'd with nightly show'rsY
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Hail glorious sun to whose attractive firesY
The waken'd vegetative life aspiresY
The juices wrought by thy directive forceY
Thro' plants and trees perform their genial courseY
Extend in root with bark unyielding bindT
The hearted trunk or weave the branching rindT
Expand in leaves in flow'ry blossoms shootT
Bleed in rich gums and swell in ripen'd fruitT
From thee bright universal Pow'r beganF2
Instinct in brute and gen'rous love in manF2
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Talk'd I of love Yon swain with am'rous airZ
Soft swells his pipe to charm the rural fairZ
She milks the flocks then list'ning as he playsY
Steals in the running brook a conscious gazeY
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The trout that deep in winter ooz'd remainsY
Up springs and sunward turns its crimson stainsY
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The tenants of the warren vainly chas'dT
Now lur'd to ambient fields for green repastT
Seek their small vaulted labyrinths in vainG2
Entangling nets betray the skipping trainG2
Red massacres thro' their republic flyD
And heaps on heaps by ruthless spaniels dieD
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The fisher who the lonely beech has stray'dT
And all the live long night his net work spreadT
Drags in and bears the loaded snare awayA
Where flounce deceiv'd th' expiring finny preyA
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Near Neptune's temple Neptune's now no moreL
Whose statue plants a trident on the shoreL
In sportive rings the gen'rous dolphins windT
And eye and think the image human kindT
Dear pleasing friendship See the pile commandsY
The vale and grim as Superstition standsY
Time's hand there leaves its print of mossy greenH2
With hollows carv'd for snakes and birds obsceneH2
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O Gibbs whose art the solemn fane can raiseY
Where God delights to dwell and man to praiseY
When moulder'd thus the column falls awayA
Like some great prince majestic in decayA
When Ignorance and Scorn the ground shall treadT
Where Wisdom tutor'd and Devotion pray'dT
Where shall thy pompous work our wonder claimI2
What but the Muse alone preserve thy nameI2
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The sun shines broken thro' yon arch that rearsY
This once round fabric half depriv'd by yearsY
Which rose a stately colonnade and crown'dT
Encircling pillars now unfaithful foundT
In fragments these the fall of those forbodeT
Which nodding just up heave their crumbling loadT
High on yon column which has batter'd stT

Richard Savage



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