The King Of Terrors. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFGGHIJJKK A FFFFLLMM A FFGGNNOO G HHPPNNAANNFFQQFFFFRR| I | A |
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| As a shadow He flew but sorrow and wail | B |
| Came up from his path like the moan of the gale | B |
| His quiver was full though his arrows fell fast | C |
| As the sharp hail of winter when urged by the blast | C |
| He smiled on each shaft as it flew from the string | D |
| Though feathered by fate and the lightning its wing | D |
| Unerring unsparing it sped to its mark | E |
| As the mandate of destiny certain and dark | E |
| The mail of the warrior it severed in twain | F |
| The wall of the castle it shivered amain | F |
| No shield could shelter no prayer could save | G |
| And Love's holy shrine no immunity gave | G |
| A babe in the cradle its mother bent o'er | H |
| The arrow is sped and that babe is no more | I |
| At the faith plighting altar a lovely one bows | J |
| The gem on her finger in Heaven her vows | J |
| Unseen is the blow but she sinks in the crowd | K |
| And her bright wedding garment is turned to a shroud | K |
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| II | A |
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| On flew the Destroyer o'er mountain and main | F |
| And where there was life there there are the slain | F |
| No valley so deep no islet so lone | F |
| But his shadow is cast and his victims are known | F |
| He paused not though years rolled weary and slow | L |
| And Time's hoary pinion drooped languid and low | L |
| He paused not till Man from his birth place was swept | M |
| And the sea and the land in solitude slept | M |
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| III | A |
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| On a mountain he stood for the struggle was done | F |
| A smile on his lip for the victory won | F |
| The city of millions lone islet and cave | G |
| The home of the hermit all earth was a grave | G |
| The last of his race where the first saw the light | N |
| The monarch had met and triumphed in fight | N |
| Swift swift was the steed o'er Shinar's wide sand | O |
| But swifter the arrow that flew from Death's hand | O |
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| IV | G |
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| O'er the mountain he seems like a tempest to lower | H |
| Triumphant and dark in the fulness of power | H |
| And flashes of flame that play round his crest | P |
| Bespeak the fierce lightning that glows in his breast | P |
| But a vision of wonder breaks now on his sight | N |
| The blue vault of heaven is gushing with light | N |
| And facing the tyrant a form from the sky | A |
| Returns the fierce glance of his challenging eye | A |
| A moment they pause two princes of might | N |
| The Demon of Darkness an Angel of Light | N |
| Each gazes on each no barrier between | F |
| And the quivering rocks shrink aghast from the scene | F |
| The sword of the angel waves free in the air | Q |
| Death looks to his quiver no arrow is there | Q |
| He falls like a pyramid crumbled and torn | F |
| And a vision of light on his dying eye borne | F |
| In glory reveals the blest souls of the slain | F |
| And he sees that his sceptre was transient and vain | F |
| For 'mid the bright throng e'en the infant he slew | R |
| And the altar struck bride beam full on the view | R |
Samuel Griswold Goodrich
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