The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans: The First Book Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Orleans was hush'd in sleep Stretch'd on her couch	A
The delegated Maiden lay with toil	B
Exhausted and sore anguish soon she closed	C
Her heavy eye lids not reposing then	D
For busy Phantasy in other scenes	E
Awakened Whether that superior powers	F
By wise permission prompt the midnight dream	G
Instructing so the passive faculty	H
Or that the soul escaped its fleshly clog	I
Flies free and soars amid the invisible world	J
And all things 'are' that 'seem'	G
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Along a moor	K
Barren and wide and drear and desolate	L
She roam'd a wanderer thro' the cheerless night	M
Far thro' the silence of the unbroken plain	N
The bittern's boom was heard hoarse heavy deep	O
It made most fitting music to the scene	P
Black clouds driven fast before the stormy wind	Q
Swept shadowing thro' their broken folds the moon	R
Struggled sometimes with transitory ray	S
And made the moving darkness visible	T
And now arrived beside a fenny lake	U
She stands amid its stagnate waters hoarse	V
The long sedge rustled to the gales of night	M
An age worn bark receives the Maid impell'd	W
By powers unseen then did the moon display	S
Where thro' the crazy vessel's yawning side	X
The muddy wave oozed in a female guides	Y
And spreads the sail before the wind that moan'd	Z
As melancholy mournful to her ear	A2
As ever by the dungeon'd wretch was heard	B2
Howling at evening round the embattled towers	F
Of that hell house of France ere yet sublime	G
The almighty people from their tyrant's hand	C2
Dash'd down the iron rod	D2
Intent the Maid	E2
Gazed on the pilot's form and as she gazed	F2
Shiver'd for wan her face was and her eyes	G2
Hollow and her sunk cheeks were furrowed deep	O
Channell'd by tears a few grey locks hung down	H2
Beneath her hood then thro' the Maiden's veins	I2
Chill crept the blood for as the night breeze pass'd	J2
Lifting her tattcr'd mantle coil'd around	K2
She saw a serpent gnawing at her heart	L2
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The plumeless bat with short shrill note flits by	M2
And the night raven's scream came fitfully	H
Borne on the hollow blast Eager the Maid	E2
Look'd to the shore and now upon the bank	N2
Leaps joyful to escape yet trembling still	O2
In recollection	P2
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There a mouldering pile	Q2
Stretch'd its wide ruins o'er the plain below	R2
Casting a gloomy shade save where the moon	R
Shone thro' its fretted windows the dark Yew	S2
Withering with age branched there its naked roots	T2
And there the melancholy Cypress rear'd	U2
Its head the earth was heav'd with many a mound	K2
And here and there a half demolish'd tomb	G
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And now amid the ruin's darkest shade	E2
The Virgin's eye beheld where pale blue flames	V2
Rose wavering now just gleaming from the earth	W2
And now in darkness drown'd An aged man	X2
Sat near seated on what in long past days	Y2
Had been some sculptur'd monument now fallen	P2
And half obscured by moss and gathered heaps	Z2
Of withered yew leaves and earth mouldering bones	A3
And shining in the ray was seen the track	B3
Of slimy snail obscene Composed his look	C3
His eye was large and rayless and fix'd full	D3
Upon the Maid the blue flames on his face	E3
Stream'd a pale light his face was of the hue	S2
Of death his limbs were mantled in a shroud	F3
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Then with a deep heart terrifying voice	G3
Exclaim'd the Spectre Welcome to these realms	H3
These regions of DESPAIR O thou whose steps	I3
By GRIEF conducted to these sad abodes	I3
Have pierced welcome welcome to this gloom	G
Eternal to this everlasting night	M
Where never morning darts the enlivening ray	S
Where never shines the sun but all is dark	J3
Dark as the bosom of their gloomy King	K3
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So saying he arose and by the hand	C2
The Virgin seized with such a death cold touch	L3
As froze her very heart and drawing on	M3
Her to the abbey's inner ruin led	N3
Resistless Thro' the broken roof the moon	R
Glimmer'd a scatter'd ray the ivy twined	Q
Round the dismantled column imaged forms	I3
Of Saints and warlike Chiefs moss canker'd now	O3
And mutilate lay strewn upon the ground	K2
With crumbled fragments crucifixes fallen	P2
And rusted trophies and amid the heap	O
Some monument's defaced legend spake	U
All human glory vain	N
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The loud blast roar'd	P3
Amid the pile and from the tower the owl	Q3
Scream'd as the tempest shook her secret nest	R3
He silent led her on and often paus'd	S3
And pointed that her eye might contemplate	T3
At leisure the drear scene	P
He dragged her on	M3
Thro' a low iron door down broken stairs	I3
Then a cold horror thro' the Maiden's frame	G
Crept for she stood amid a vault and saw	I3
By the sepulchral lamp's dim glaring light	M
The fragments of the dead	N3
Look here he cried	X
Damsel look here survey this house of Death	U3
O soon to tenant it soon to increase	I3
These trophies of mortality for hence	I3
Is no return Gaze here behold this skull	T
These eyeless sockets and these unflesh'd jaws	I3
That with their ghastly grinning seem to mock	V3
Thy perishable charms for thus thy cheek	W3
Must moulder Child of Grief shrinks not thy soul	X3
Viewing these horrors trembles not thy heart	L2
At the dread thought that here its life's blood soon	R
Now warm in life and feeling mingle soon	R
With the cold clod a thought most horrible	T
So only dreadful for reality	H
Is none of suffering here here all is peace	I3
No nerve will throb to anguish in the grave	Y3
Dreadful it is to think of losing life	Z3
But having lost knowledge of loss is not	A4
Therefore no ill Haste Maiden to repose	I3
Probe deep the seat of life	Z3
So spake DESPAIR	B4
The vaulted roof echoed his hollow voice	I3
And all again was silence Quick her heart	L2
Panted He drew a dagger from his breast	R3
And cried again Haste Damsel to repose	I3
One blow and rest for ever On the Fiend	C4
Dark scowl'd the Virgin with indignant eye	M2
And dash'd the dagger down He next his heart	L2
Replaced the murderous steel and drew the Maid	E2
Along the downward vault	D4
The damp earth gave	Y3
A dim sound as they pass'd the tainted air	B4
Was cold and heavy with unwholesome dews	I3
Behold the fiend exclaim'd how gradual here	A2
The fleshly burden of mortality	H
Moulders to clay then fixing his broad eye	M2
Full on her face he pointed where a corpse	I3
Lay livid she beheld with loathing look	C3
The spectacle abhorr'd by living man	X2
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Look here DESPAIR pursued this loathsome mass	I3
Was once as lovely and as full of life	Z3
As Damsel thou art now Those deep sunk eyes	I3
Once beam'd the mild light of intelligence	I3
And where thou seest the pamper'd flesh worm trail	E4
Once the white bosom heaved She fondly thought	F4
That at the hallowed altar soon the Priest	G4
Should bless her coming union and the torch	H4
Its joyful lustre o'er the hall of joy	I4
Cast on her nuptial evening earth to earth	W2
That Priest consign'd her and the funeral lamp	J4
Glares on her cold face for her lover went	K4
By glory lur'd to war and perish'd there	B4
Nor she endur'd to live Ha fades thy cheek	W3
Dost thou then Maiden tremble at the tale	E4
Look here behold the youthful paramour	B4
The self devoted hero	B4
Fearfully	E4
The Maid look'd down and saw the well known face	I3
Of THEODORE in thoughts unspeakable	E4
Convulsed with horror o'er her face she clasp'd	L4
Her cold damp hands Shrink not the Phantom cried	X
Gaze on for ever gaze more firm he grasp'd	L4
Her quivering arm this lifeless mouldering clay	E4
As well thou know'st was warm with all the glow	E4
Of Youth and Love this is the arm that cleaved	L4
Salisbury's proud crest now motionless in death	U3
Unable to protect the ravaged frame	G
From the foul Offspring of Mortality	L4
That feed on heroes Tho' long years were thine	M4
Yet never more would life reanimate	L4
This murdered man murdered by thee for thou	O3
Didst lead him to the battle from his home	G
Else living there in peace to good old age	N4
In thy defence he died strike deep destroy	B4
Remorse with Life	Z3
The Maid stood motionless	I3
And wistless what she did with trembling hand	L4
Received the dagger Starting then she cried	L4
Avaunt DESPAIR Eternal Wisdom deals	I3
Or peace to man or misery for his good	L4
Alike design'd and shall the Creature cry	B4
Why hast thou done this and with impious pride	L4
Destroy the life God gave	Y3
The Fiend rejoin'd	L4
And thou dost deem it impious to destroy	B4
The life God gave What Maiden is the lot	L4
Assigned to mortal man born but to drag	O4
Thro' life's long pilgrimage the wearying load	L4
Of being care corroded at the heart	L4
Assail'd by all the numerous train of ills	I3
That flesh inherits till at length worn out	L4
This is his consummation think again	D
What Maiden canst thou hope from lengthen'd life	Z3
But lengthen'd sorrow If protracted long	P4
Till on the bed of death thy feeble limbs	I3
Outstretch their languid length oh think what thoughts	I3
What agonizing woes in that dread hour	B4
Assail the sinking heart slow beats the pulse	I3
Dim grows the eye and clammy drops bedew	L4
The shuddering frame then in its mightiest force	I3
Mightiest in impotence the love of life	Z3
Seizes the throbbing heart the faltering lips	I3
Pour out the impious prayer that fain would change	Q4
The unchangeable's decree surrounding friends	I3
Sob round the sufferer wet his cheek with tears	I3
And all he loved in life embitters death	U3
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Such Maiden are the pangs that wait the hour	B4
Of calmest dissolution yet weak man	X2
Dares in his timid piety to live	R4
And veiling Fear in Superstition's garb	S4
He calls her Resignation	P2
Coward wretch	H4
Fond Coward thus to make his Reason war	B4
Against his Reason Insect as he is	I3
This sport of Chance this being of a day	L4
Whose whole existence the next cloud may blast	L4
Believes himself the care of heavenly powers	I3
That God regards Man miserable Man	X2
And preaching thus of Power and Providence	I3
Will crush the reptile that may cross his path	T4
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Fool that thou art the Being that permits	I3
Existence 'gives' to man the worthless boon	R
A goodly gift to those who fortune blest	L4
Bask in the sunshine of Prosperity	L4
And such do well to keep it But to one	P2
Sick at the heart with misery and sore	B4
With many a hard unmerited affliction	P2
It is a hair that chains to wretchedness	I3
The slave who dares not burst it	L4
Thinkest thou	O3
The parent if his child should unrecall'd	L4
Return and fall upon his neck and cry	B4
Oh the wide world is comfortless and full	E4
Of vacant joys and heart consuming cares	I3
I can be only happy in my home	G
With thee my friend my father Thinkest thou	O3
That he would thrust him as an outcast forth	U4
Oh I he would clasp the truant to his heart	L4
And love the trespass	I3
Whilst he spake his eye	B4
Dwelt on the Maiden's cheek and read her soul	E4
Struggling within In trembling doubt she stood	L4
Even as the wretch whose famish'd entrails crave	Y3
Supply before him sees the poison'd food	L4
In greedy horror	B4
Yet not long the Maid	L4
Debated Cease thy dangerous sophistry	B4
Eloquent tempter cried she Gloomy one	P2
What tho' affliction be my portion here	B4
Think'st thou I do not feel high thoughts of joy	B4
Of heart ennobling joy when I look back	B3
Upon a life of duty well perform'd	L4
Then lift mine eyes to Heaven and there in faith	V4
Know my reward I grant were this life all	E4
Was there no morning to the tomb's long night	L4
If man did mingle with the senseless clod	L4
Himself as senseless then wert thou indeed	L4
A wise and friendly comforter But Fiend	L4
There is a morning to the tomb's long night	L4
A dawn of glory a reward in Heaven	P2
He shall not gain who never merited	L4
If thou didst know the worth of one good deed	L4
In life's last hour thou would'st not bid me lose	I3
The power to benefit if I but save	Y3
A drowning fly I shall not live in vain	N
I have great duties Fiend me France expects	I3
Her heaven doom'd Champion	P2
Maiden thou hast done	P2
Thy mission here the unbaffled Fiend replied	L4
The foes are fled from Orleans thou perchance	I3
Exulting in the pride of victory	B4
Forgettest him who perish'd yet albeit	L4
Thy harden'd heart forget the gallant youth	W4
That hour allotted canst thou not escape	X4
That dreadful hour when Contumely and Shame	G
Shall sojourn in thy dungeon Wretched Maid	L4
Destined to drain the cup of bitterness	I3
Even to its dregs England's inhuman Chiefs	I3
Shall scoff thy sorrows black thy spotless fame	G
Wit wanton it with lewd barbarity	B4
And force such burning blushes to the cheek	W3
Of Virgin modesty that thou shalt wish	H4
The earth might cover thee in that last hour	B4
When thy bruis'd breast shall heave beneath the chains	I3
That link thee to the stake when o'er thy form	G
Exposed unmantled the brute multitude	L4
Shall gaze and thou shalt hear the ribald taunt	L4
More painful than the circling flames that scorch	H4
Each quivering member wilt thou not in vain	N
Then wish my friendly aid then wish thine ear	B4
Had drank my words of comfort that thy hand	L4
Had grasp'd the dagger and in death preserved	L4
Insulted modesty	B4
Her glowing cheek	W3
Blush'd crimson her wide eye on vacancy	B4
Was fix'd her breath short panted The cold Fiend	L4
Grasping her hand exclaim'd too timid Maid	L4
So long repugnant to the healing aid	L4
My friendship proffers now shalt thou behold	L4
The allotted length of life	Z3
He stamp'd the earth	W2
And dragging a huge coffin as his car	B4
Two GOULS came on of form more fearful foul	E4
Than ever palsied in her wildest dream	G
Hag ridden Superstition Then DESPAIR	B4
Seiz'd on the Maid whose curdling blood stood still	E4
And placed her in the seat and on they pass'd	L4
Adown the deep descent A meteor light	L4
Shot from the Daemons as they dragg'd along	P4
The unwelcome load and mark'd their brethren glut	L4
On carcasses	I3
Below the vault dilates	I3
Its ample bulk Look here DESPAIR addrest	L4
The shuddering Virgin see the dome of DEATH	U3
It was a spacious cavern hewn amid	L4
The entrails of the earth as tho' to form	G
The grave of all mankind no eye could reach	H4
Tho' gifted with the Eagle's ample ken	D
Its distant bounds There thron'd in darkness dwelt	L4
The unseen POWER OF DEATH	U3
Here stopt the GOULS	I3
Reaching the destin'd spot The Fiend leapt out	L4
And from the coffin as he led the Maid	L4
Exclaim'd Where never yet stood mortal man	X2
Thou standest look around this boundless vault	L4
Observe the dole that Nature deals to man	X2
And learn to know thy friend	L4
She not replied	L4
Observing where the Fates their several tasks	I3
Plied ceaseless Mark how short the longest web	Y4
Allowed to man he cried observe how soon	R
Twin'd round yon never resting wheel they change	Q4
Their snowy hue darkening thro' many a shade	L4
Till Atropos relentless shuts the sheers	I3
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Too true he spake for of the countless threads	I3
Drawn from the heap as white as unsunn'd snow	E4
Or as the lovely lilly of the vale	E4
Was never one beyond the little span	X2
Of infancy untainted few there were	B4
But lightly tinged more of deep crimson hue	S2
Or deeper sable died Two Genii stood	L4
Still as the web of Being was drawn forth	U4
Sprinkling their powerful drops From ebon urn	Z4
The one unsparing dash'd the bitter wave	Y3
Of woe and as he dash'd his dark brown brow	B4
Relax'd to a hard smile The milder form	G
Shed less profusely there his lesser store	B4
Sometimes with tears increasing the scant boon	R
Mourning the lot of man and happy he	B4
Who on his thread those precious drops receives	I3
If it be happiness to have the pulse	I3
Throb fast with pity and in such a world	L4
Of wretchedness the generous heart that aches	I3
With anguish at the sight of human woe	E4
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To her the Fiend well hoping now success	I3
This is thy thread observe how short the span	X2
And see how copious yonder Genius pours	I3
The bitter stream of woe The Maiden saw	I3
Fearless Now gaze the tempter Fiend exclaim'd	L4
And placed again the poniard in her hand	L4
For SUPERSTITION with sulphureal torch	H4
Stalk'd to the loom This Damsel is thy fate	L4
The hour draws on now drench the dagger deep	O
Now rush to happier worlds	I3
The Maid replied	L4
Or to prevent or change the will of Heaven	P2
Impious I strive not be that will perform'd	L4
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Footnote	L4
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May fays of Serapis	I3
Erudit at placide humanam per somnia mentem	G
Nocturnaque quiete docet nulloque labore	B4
Hic tantum parta est pretiosa scientia nullo	E4
Excutitur studio verum Mortalia corda	L4
Tunc Deus iste docet cum sunt minus apta doceri	B4
Cum nullum obsequium praestant meritisque fatentur	B4
Nil sese debere suis tunc recta scientes	I3
Cum nil scire valent Non illo tempore sensus	I3
Humanos forsan dignatur numen inire	B4
Cum propriis possunt per se discursibus uti	L4
Ne forte humana ratio divina coiret	L4
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'Sup Lucani'	P2
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Footnote I have met with a singular tale to illustrate this	I3
spiritual theory of dreams	I3
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Guntram King of the Franks was liberal to the poor and he himself
experienced the wonderful effects of divine liberality For one day as	I3
he was hunting in a forest he was separated from his companions and	L4
arrived at a little stream of water with only one comrade of tried and	L4
approved fidelity Here he found himself opprest by drowsiness and	L4
reclining his head upon the servant's lap went to sleep The servant	L4
witnessed a wonderful thing for he saw a little beast 'bestiolam'	G
creep out of the mouth of his sleeping master and go immediately to the	L4
streamlet which it vainly attempted to cross The servant drew his	I3
sword and laid it across the water over which the little beast easily	E4
past and crept into a hole of a mountain on the opposite side from	G
whence it made its appearance again in an hour and returned by the same	G
means into the King's mouth The King then awakened and told his	I3
companion that he had dreamt that he was arrived upon the bank of an	P2
immense river which he had crossed by a bridge of iron and from thence	I3
came to a mountain in which a great quantity of gold was concealed When	P2
the King had concluded the servant related what he had beheld and they	L4
both went to examine the mountain where upon digging they discovered an	P2
immense weight of gold	L4
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I stumbled upon this tale in a book entitled SPHINX	I3
'Theologico Philosophica Authore Johanne Heidfeldio Ecclesiaste	L4
Ebersbachiano '	-
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The same story is in Matthew of Westminster it is added that Guntram	G
applied the treasures thus found to pious uses	I3
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For the truth of this theory there is the evidence of a Monkish miracle	E4
When Thurcillus was about to follow St Julian and visit the world of
souls his guide said to him let thy body rest in the bed for thy	B4
spirit only is about to depart with me and lest the body should appear	B4
dead I will send into it a vital breath	U3
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The body however by a strange sympathy was affected like the spirit for	B4
when the foul and fetid smoke that arose from tithes witheld had nearly	E4
suffocated Thurcillus and made him cough twice those who were near his	I3
body said that it coughed twice about the same time	G
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'Matthew Paris'	I3
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Footnote The Bastille The expression is in one of Fuller's works	I3
an Author from whose quaintness and ingenuity I have always found	L4
amusement and sometimes assistance	I3
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Footnote These lines strongly resemble a passage in the Pharonnida	L4
of William Chamberlayne a Poet who has told an interesting story in	P2
uncouth rhymes and mingled sublimity of thought and beauty of
expression with the quaintest conceits and most awkward inversions	I3
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On a rock more high	B4
Than Nature's common surface she beholds	I3
The Mansion house of Fate which thus unfolds	I3
Its sacred mysteries A trine within	P2
A quadrate placed both these encompast in	P2
A perfect circle was its form but what	L4
Its matter was for us to wonder at	L4
Is undiscovered left A Tower there stands	I3
At every angle where Time's fatal hands	I3
The impartial PARCAE dwell i' the first she sees	I3
CLOTHO the kindest of the Destinies	I3
From immaterial essences to cull	E4
The seeds of life and of them frame the wool	E4
For LACHESIS to spin about her flie	E4
Myriads of souls that yet want flesh to lie	E4
Warm'd with their functions in whose strength bestows	I3
That power by which man ripe for misery grows	I3
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Her next of objects was that glorious tower	B4
Where that swift fingered Nymph that spares no hour	B4
From mortals' service draws the various threads	I3
Of life in several lengths to weary beds	I3
Of age extending some whilst others in	P2
Their infancy are broke 'some blackt in sin	P2
Others the favorites of Heaven from whence	I3
Their origin candid with innocence	I3
Some purpled in afflictions others dyed	L4
In sanguine pleasures' some in glittering pride	L4
Spun to adorn the earth whilst others wear	B4
Rags of deformity but knots of care	B4
No thread was wholly free from Next to this	I3
Fair glorious tower was placed that black abyss	I3
Of dreadful ATROPOS the baleful seat	L4
Of death and horrour in each room repleat	L4
With lazy damps loud groans and the sad sight	L4
Of pale grim Ghosts those terrours of the night	L4
To this the last stage that the winding clew	E4
Of Life can lead mortality unto	L4
FEAR was the dreadful Porter which let in	P2
All guests sent thither by destructive sin	P2
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It is possible that I may have written from the recollection of this	I3
passage The conceit is the same and I willingly attribute it to	L4
Chamberlayne a Poet to whom I am indebted for many hours of delight	L4
and whom I one day hope to rescue from undeserved oblivion	P2

Robert Southey

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5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)