To The Chapel Bell Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF BGHGII JKJKGG JLJLMM DMDNII OFOFFF| Lo I the man who erst the Muse did ask | A |
| Her deepest notes to swell the Patriot's meeds | B |
| Am now enforst a far unfitter task | A |
| For cap and gown to leave my minstrel weeds | B |
| For yon dull noise that tinkles on the air | C |
| Bids me lay by the lyre and go to morning prayer | C |
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| Oh how I hate the sound it is the Knell | D |
| That still a requiem tolls to Comfort's hour | E |
| And loth am I at Superstition's bell | D |
| To quit or Morpheus or the Muses bower | E |
| Better to lie and dose than gape amain | F |
| Hearing still mumbled o'er the same eternal strain | F |
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| Thou tedious herald of more tedious prayers | B |
| Say hast thou ever summoned from his rest | G |
| One being awakening to religious awe | H |
| Or rous'd one pious transport in the breast | G |
| Or rather do not all reluctant creep | I |
| To linger out the hour in listlessness or sleep | I |
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| I love the bell that calls the poor to pray | J |
| Chiming from village church its chearful sound | K |
| When the sun smiles on Labour's holy day | J |
| And all the rustic train are gathered round | K |
| Each deftly dizen'd in his Sunday's best | G |
| And pleas'd to hail the day of piety and rest | G |
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| Or when dim shadowing o'er the face of day | J |
| The mantling mists of even tide rise slow | L |
| As thro' the forest gloom I wend my way | J |
| The minster curfew's sullen roar I know | L |
| I pause and love its solemn toll to hear | M |
| As made by distance soft it dies upon the ear | M |
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| Nor not to me the unfrequent midnight knell | D |
| Tolls sternly harmonizing on mine ear | M |
| As the deep death fraught sounds long lingering dwell | D |
| Sick to the heart of Love and Hope and Fear | N |
| Soul jaundiced I do loathe Life's upland steep | I |
| And with strange envy muse the dead man's dreamless sleep | I |
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| But thou memorial of monastic gall | O |
| What Fancy sad or lightsome hast thou given | F |
| Thy vision scaring sounds alone recall | O |
| The prayer that trembles on a yawn to heaven | F |
| And this Dean's gape and that Dean's nosal tone | F |
| And Roman rites retain'd tho' Roman faith be flown | F |
Robert Southey
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