The Triumph Of Woman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Glad as the weary traveller tempest tost	A
To reach secure at length his native coast	A
Who wandering long o'er distant lands has sped	A
The night blast wildly howling round his head	A
Known all the woes of want and felt the storm	B
Of the bleak winter parch his shivering form	B
The journey o'er and every peril past	A
Beholds his little cottage home at last	A
And as he sees afar the smoke curl slow	C
Feels his full eyes with transport overflow	C
So from the scene where Death and Anguish reign	D
And Vice and Folly drench with blood the plain	D
Joyful I turn to sing how Woman's praise	E
Avail'd again Jerusalem to raise	E
Call'd forth the sanction of the Despot's nod	A
And freed the nation best belov'd of God	A
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Darius gives the feast to Persia's court	A
Awed by his will the obedient throng resort	A
Attending Satraps swell the Prince's pride	A
And vanquish'd Monarchs grace their Conqueror's side	A
No more the Warrior wears the garb of war	F
Sharps the strong steel or mounts the scythed car	G
No more Judaea's sons dejected go	C
And hang the head and heave the sigh of woe	C
From Persia's rugged hills descend the train	D
From where Orontes foams along the plain	D
From where Choaspes rolls his royal waves	H
And India sends her sons submissive slaves	H
Thy daughters Babylon to grace the feast	A
Weave the loose robe and paint the flowery vest	A
With roseate wreaths they braid the glossy hair	I
They tinge the cheek which Nature form'd so fair	I
Learn the soft step the soul subduing glance	J
Melt in the song and swim adown the dance	J
Exalted on the Monarch's golden throne	K
In royal state the fair Apame shone	K
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Her form of majesty her eyes of fire	L
Chill with respect or kindle with desire	L
The admiring multitude her charms adore	F
And own her worthy of the crown she wore	F
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Now on his couch reclin'd Darius lay	M
Tir'd with the toilsome pleasures of the day	M
Without Judaea's watchful sons await	A
To guard the sleeping pageant of the state	A
Three youths were these of Judah's royal race	N
Three youths whom Nature dower'd with every grace	N
To each the form of symmetry she gave	O
And haughty Genius curs'd each favorite slave	O
These fill'd the cup around the Monarch kept	A
Serv'd as he spake and guarded whilst he slept	A
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Yet oft for Salem's hallowed towers laid low	C
The sigh would heave the unbidden tear would flow	C
And when the dull and wearying round of Power	L
Allowed Zorobabel one vacant hour	L
He lov'd on Babylon's high wall to roam	P
And stretch the gaze towards his distant home	P
Or on Euphrates' willowy banks reclin'd	A
Hear the sad harp moan fitful to the wind	A
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As now the perfum'd lamps stream wide their light	A
And social converse chears the livelong night	A
Thus spake Zorobabel too long in vain	D
For Sion desolate her sons complain	D
In anguish worn the joyless years lag slow	C
And these proud conquerors mock their captive's woe	C
Whilst Cyrus triumph'd here in victor state	A
A brighter prospect chear'd our exil'd fate	A
Our sacred walls again he bade us raise	E
And to Jehovah rear the pile of praise	E
Quickly these fond hopes faded from our eyes	Q
As the frail sun that gilds the wintry skies	Q
And spreads a moment's radiance o'er the plain	D
Soon hid by clouds that dim the scene again	R
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Opprest by Artaxerxes' jealous reign	D
We vainly pleaded here and wept in vain	D
Now when Darius chief of mild command	A
Bids joy and pleasure fill the festive land	A
Still shall we droop the head in sullen grief	S
And sternly silent shun to seek relief	S
What if amid the Monarch's mirthful throng	T
Our harps should echo to the chearful song	T
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Fair is the occasion thus the one replied	A
And now let all our tuneful skill be tried	A
Whilst the gay courtiers quaff the smiling bowl	U
And wine's strong fumes inspire the madden'd soul	U
Where all around is merriment be mine	V
To strike the lute and praise the power of Wine	V
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And whilst his friend replied in state alone	K
Lord of the earth Darius fills the throne	K
Be yours the mighty power of Wine to sing	W
My lute shall sound the praise of Persia's King	W
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To them Zorobabel on themes like these	X
Seek ye the Monarch of Mankind to please	X
To Wine superior or to Power's strong arms	Y
Be mine to sing resistless Woman's charms	Y
To him victorious in the rival lays	E
Shall just Darius give the meed of praise	E
The purple robe his honor'd frame shall fold	A
The beverage sparkle in his cup of gold	A
A golden couch support his bed of rest	A
The chain of honor grace his favor'd breast	A
His the soft turban his the car's array	M
O'er Babylon's high wall to wheel its way	M
And for his wisdom seated on the throne	K
For the KING'S COUSIN shall the Bard be known	K
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Intent they meditate the future lay	M
And watch impatient for the dawn of day	M
The morn rose clear and shrill were heard the flute	A
The cornet sackbut dulcimer and lute	A
To Babylon's gay streets the throng resort	A
Swarm thro' the gates and fill the festive court	A
High on his throne Darius tower'd in pride	A
The fair Apame grac'd the Sovereign's side	A
And now she smil'd and now with mimic frown	Z
Placed on her brow the Monarch's sacred crown	Z
In transport o'er her faultless form he bends	A2
Loves every look and every act commends	A2
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And now Darius bids the herald call	B2
Judaea's Bard to grace the thronging hall	B2
Hush'd is each sound the attending crowd are mute	A
The Hebrew lightly strikes the chearful lute	A
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When the Traveller on his way	M
Who has toil'd the livelong day	M
Feels around on every side	A
The chilly mists of eventide	A
Fatigued and faint his wearied mind	A
Recurs to all he leaves behind	A
He thinks upon the well trimm'd hearth	C2
The evening hour of social mirth	D2
And her who at departing day	A
Weeps for her husband far away	A
Oh give to him the flowing bowl	U
Bid it renovate his soul	U
Then shall sorrow sink to sleep	E2
And he who wept no more shall weep	E2
For his care clouded brow shall clear	F2
And his glad eye shall sparkle thro' the tear	I
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When the poor man heart opprest	A
Betakes him to his evening rest	A
And worn with labour thinks in sorrow	C
Of the labor of to morrow	C
When sadly musing on his lot	A
He hies him to his joyless cot	A
And loathes to meet his children there	I
The rivals for his scanty fare	I
Oh give to him the flowing bowl	U
Bid it renovate his soul	U
The generous juice with magic power	L
Shall cheat with happiness the hour	L
And with each warm affection fill	G2
The heart by want and wretchedness made chill	G2
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When at the dim close of day	A
The Captive loves alone to stray	A
Along the haunts recluse and rude	A
Of sorrow and of solitude	A
When he sits with moveless eye	H2
To mark the lingering radiance die	H2
And lets distemper'd Fancy roam	P
Amid the ruins of his home	P
Oh give to him the flowing bowl	U
Bid it renovate his soul	U
The bowl shall better thoughts bestow	C
And lull to rest his wakeful woe	C
And Joy shall bless the evening hour	L
And make the Captive Fortune's conqueror	L
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When the wearying cares of state	A
Oppress the Monarch with their weight	A
When from his pomp retir'd alone	K
He feels the duties of the throne	K
Feels that the multitude below	C
Depend on him for weal or woe	C
When his powerful will may bless	I2
A realm with peace and happiness	J2
Or with desolating breath	K2
Breathe ruin round and woe and death	K2
Oh give to him the flowing bowl	U
Bid it humanize his soul	U
He shall not feel the empire's weight	A
He shall not feel the cares of state	A
The bowl shall each dark thought beguile	L2
And Nations live and prosper from his smile	L2
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Husht was the lute the Hebrew ceas'd the song	T
Long peals of plaudits echoed from the throng	T
Each tongue the liberal words of praise repaid	A
On every cheek a smile applauding play'd	A
The rival Bard advanced he struck the string	W
And pour'd the loftier song to Persia's King	W
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Why should the wearying cares of state	A
Oppress the Monarch with their weight	A
Alike to him if Peace shall bless	I2
The multitude with happiness	J2
Alike to him if frenzied War	F
Careers triumphant on the embattled plain	D
And rolling on o'er myriads slain	D
With gore and wounds shall clog his scythed car	G
What tho' the tempest rage no sound	A
Of the deep thunder shakes his distant throne	K
And the red flash that spreads destruction round	A
Reflects a glorious splendour on the Crown	Z
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Where is the Man who with ennobling pride	A
Beholds not his own nature where is he	M2
Who but with deep amazement awe allied	A
Must muse the mysteries of the human mind	A
The miniature of Deity	M2
For Man the vernal clouds descending	W
Shower down their fertilizing rain	D
For Man the ripen'd harvest bending	W
Waves with soft murmur o'er the plenteous plain	D
He spreads the sail on high	H2
The rude gale wafts him o'er the main	D
For him the winds of Heaven subservient blow	C
Earth teems for him for him the waters flow	C
He thinks and wills and acts a Deity below	C
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Where is the King who with elating pride	A
Sees not this Man this godlike Man his Slave	O
Mean are the mighty by the Monarch's side	A
Alike the wife alike the brave	O
With timid step and pale advance	J
And tremble at the royal glance	J
Suspended millions watch his breath	K2
Whose smile is happiness whose frown is death	K2
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Why goes the Peasant from that little cot	A
Where PEACE and LOVE have blest his humble life	N2
In vain his agonizing wife	N2
With tears bedews her husband's face	N
And clasps him in a long and last embrace	N
In vain his children round his bosom creep	E2
And weep to see their mother weep	E2
Fettering their father with their little arms	Y
What are to him the wars alarms	Y
What are to him the distant foes	O2
He at the earliest dawn of day	A
To daily labor went his way	A
And when he saw the sun decline	V
He sat in peace beneath his vine	V
The king commands the peasant goes	O2
From all he lov'd on earth he flies	Q
And for his monarch toils and fights and bleeds and dies	Q
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What tho' yon City's castled wall	B2
Casts o'er the darken'd plain its crested shade	A
What tho' their Priests in earnest terror call	B2
On all their host of Gods to aid	A
Vain is the bulwark vain the tower	L
In vain her gallant youths expose	O2
Their breasts a bulwark to the foes	O2
In vain at that tremendous hour	L
Clasp'd in the savage soldier's reeking arms	Y
Shrieks to tame Heaven the violated Maid	A
By the rude hand of Ruin scatter'd round	A
Their moss grown towers shall spread the desart ground	A
Low shall the mouldering palace lie	H2
Amid the princely halls the grass wave high	H2
And thro' the shatter'd roof descend the inclement sky	H2
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Gay o'er the embattled plain	D
Moves yonder warrior train	D
Their banners wanton on the morning gale	P2
Full on their bucklers beams the rising ray	A
Their glittering helmets flash a brighter day	A
The shout of war rings echoing o'er the vale	P2
Far reaches as the aching eye can strain	D
The splendid horror of their wide array	A
Ah not in vain expectant o'er	L
Their glorious pomp the Vultures soar	F
Amid the Conqueror's palace high	H2
Shall sound the song of victory	M2
Long after journeying o'er the plain	D
The Traveller shall with startled eye	H2
See their white bones then blanched by many a winter sky	H2
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Lord of the Earth we will not raise	E
The Temple to thy bounded praise	E
For thee no victim need expire	Q2
For thee no altar blaze with hallowed fire	L
The burning city flames for thee	M2
Thine altar is the field of victory	M2
Thy sacred Majesty to bless	I2
Man a self offer'd victim freely flies	Q
To thee he sacrifices Happiness	J2
And Peace and Love's endearing ties	Q
To thee a Slave he lives to thee a Slave he dies	Q
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Husht was the lute the Hebrew ceas'd to sing	W
The shout rush'd forth for ever live the King	W
Loud was the uproar as when Rome's decree	M2
Pronounc'd Achaia once again was free	M2
Assembled Greece enrapt with fond belief	S
Heard the false boon and bless'd the villain Chief	S
Each breast with Freedom's holy ardor glows	O2
From every voice the cry of rapture rose	O2
Their thundering clamors burst the astonish'd sky	H2
And birds o'erpassing hear and drop and die	H2
Thus o'er the Persian dome their plaudits ring	W
And the high hall re echoed live the King	W
The Mutes bow'd reverent down before their Lord	A
The assembled Satraps envied and ador'd	A
Joy sparkled in the Monarch's conscious eyes	Q
And his pleas'd pride already doom'd the prize	Q
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Silent they saw Zorobabel advance	J
Quick on Apame shot his timid glance	J
With downward eye he paus'd a moment mute	A
And with light finger touch'd the softer lute	A
Apame knew the Hebrew's grateful cause	R2
And bent her head and sweetly smil'd applause	S2
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Why is the Warrior's cheek so red	A
Why downward droops his musing head	A
Why that slow step that faint advance	J
That keen yet quick retreating glance	J
That crested head in war tower'd high	H2
No backward glance disgrac'd that eye	H2
No flushing fear that cheek o'erspread	A
When stern he strode o'er heaps of dead	A
Strange tumult now his bosom moves	T2
The Warrior fears because he loves	U2
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Why does the Youth delight to rove	V2
Amid the dark and lonely grove	V2
Why in the throng where all are gay	A
His wandering eye with meaning fraught	A
Sits he alone in silent thought	A
Silent he sits for far away	A
His passion'd soul delights to stray	A
Recluse he roves and strives to shun	W2
All human kind because he loves but One	W2
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Yes King of Persia thou art blest	A
But not because the sparkling bowl	U
To rapture lifts thy waken'd soul	U
But not because of Power possest	A
Not that the Nations dread thy nod	A
And Princes reverence thee their earthly God	A
Even on a Monarch's solitude	A
Care the black Spectre will intrude	A
The bowl brief pleasure can bestow	A
The Purple cannot shield from Woe	A
But King of Persia thou art blest	A
For Heaven who rais'd thee thus the world above	X2
Has made thee happy in Apame's love	X2
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Oh I have seen his fond looks trace	N
Each angel feature of her face	N
Rove o'er her form with eager eye	H2
And sigh and gaze and gaze and sigh	H2
Lo from his brow with mimic frown	Z
Apame takes the sacred crown	Z
Her faultless form her lovely face	N
Add to the diadem new grace	N
And subject to a Woman's laws	S2
Darius sees and smiles applause	S2
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He ceas'd and silent still remain'd the throng	T
Whilst rapt attention own'd the power of song	T
Then loud as when the wintry whirlwinds blow	A
From ev'ry voice the thundering plaudits flow	A
Darius smil'd Apame's sparkling eyes	Q
Glanc'd on the King and Woman won the prize	Q
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Now silent sat the expectant crowd alone	K
The victor Hebrew gaz'd not on the throne	K
With deeper hue his cheek distemper'd glows	O2
With statelier stature loftier now he rose	O2
Heavenward he gaz'd regardless of the throng	T
And pour'd with awful voice sublimer song	T
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Ancient of Days Eternal Truth one hymn	Y2
One holier strain the Bard shall raise to thee	M2
Thee Powerful Thee Benevolent Thee Just	A
Friend Father All in All the Vines rich blood	A
The Monarch's might and Woman's conquering charms	Y
These shall we praise alone Oh ye who sit	A
Beneath your vine and quaff at evening hour	L
The healthful bowl remember him whose dews	Z2
Whose rains whose sun matur'd the growing fruit	A
Creator and Preserver Reverence Him	Y2
O thou who from thy throne dispensest life	N2
And death for He has delegated power	L
And thou shalt one day at the throne of God	A
Render most strict account O ye who gaze	E
Enrapt on Beauty's fascinating form	B
Gaze on with love and loving Beauty learn	A3
To shun abhorrent all the mental eye	H2
Beholds deform'd and foul for so shall Love	X2
Climb to the Source of Virtue God of Truth	B3
All Just All Mighty I should ill deserve	C3
Thy noblest gift the gift divine of song	T
If so content with ear deep melodies	X
To please all profitless I did not pour	F
Severer strains of Truth eternal Truth	B3
Unchanging Justice universal Love	X2
Such strains awake the soul to loftiest thoughts	D3
Such strains the Blessed Spirits of the Good	A
Waft grateful incense to the Halls of Heaven	W2
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The dying notes still murmur'd on the string	W
When from his throne arose the raptur'd King	W
About to speak he stood and wav'd his hand	A
And all expectant sat the obedient band	A
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Then just and gen'rous thus the Monarch cries	Q
Be thine Zorobabel the well earned prize	Q
The purple robe of state thy form shall fold	A
The beverage sparkle in thy cup of gold	A
The golden couch the car and honor'd chain	D
Requite the merits of thy favor'd strain	D
And rais'd supreme the ennobled race among	E3
Be call'd MY COUSIN for the victor song	T
Nor these alone the victor song shall bless	I2
Ask what thou wilt and what thou wilt possess	I2
Fall'n is Jerusalem the Hebrew cries	Q
And patriot anguish fills his streaming eyes	Q
Hurl'd to the earth by Rapine's vengeful rod	A
Polluted lies the temple of our God	A
Far in a foreign land her sons remain	D
Hear the keen taunt and drag the captive chain	D
In fruitless woe they wear the wearying years	F3
And steep the bread of bitterness in tears	G3
O Monarch greatest mildest best of men	R
Restore us to those ruin'd walls again	R
Allow our race to rear that sacred dome	P
To live in liberty and die at Home	P
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So spake Zorobabel thus Woman's praise	E
Avail'd again Jerusalem to raise	E
Call'd forth the sanction of the Despot's nod	A
And freed the Nation best belov'd of God	A
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Footnote text showed foul which we think was a long s transferred	A
to the modern edition by mistake Gutenberg Proofreading	W
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Footnote This expression is from OWEN FELLTHAM	P

Robert Southey

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