Ode To Superstition.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Hence to the realms of Night dire Demon hence	B
Thy chain of adamant can bind	C
That little world the human mind	C
And sink its noblest powers to impotence	D
Wake the lion's loudest roar	E
Clot his shaggy mane with gore	E
With flashing fury bid his eye balls shine	F
Meek is his savage sullen soul to thine	F
Thy touch thy deadening touch has steel'd the breast Footnote	G
Whence thro' her April shower soft Pity smil'd	H
Has clos'd the heart each godlike virtue bless'd	I
To all the silent pleadings of his child	H
At thy command he plants the dagger deep	J
At thy command exults tho' Nature bids him weep	J
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I	A
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When with a frown that froze the peopled earth Footnote	G
Thou dartedst thy huge head from high	A
Night wav'd her banners o'er the sky	A
And brooding gave her shapeless shadows birth	K
Rocking on the billowy air	L
Ha what withering phantoms glare	L
As blows the blast with many a sudden swell	M
At each dead pause what shrill ton'd voices yell	M
The sheeted spectre rising from the tomb	N
Points at the murderer's stab and shudders by	A
In every grove is felt a heavier gloom	N
That veils its genius from the vulgar eye	A
The spirit of the water rides the storm	O
And thro' the mist reveals the terrors of his form	O
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I	A
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O'er solid seas where Winter reigns	P
And holds each mountain wave in chains	P
The fur clad savage ere he guides his deer Footnote	G
By glistering star light thro' the snow	Q
Breathes softly in her wondering ear	R
Each potent spell thou bad'st him know	Q
By thee inspir'd on India's sands Footnote	G
Full in the sun the Bramin stands	S
And while the panting tigress hies	S
To quench her fever in the stream	T
His spirit laughs in agonies Footnote	G
Smit by the scorchings of the noontide beam	T
Mark who mounts the sacred pyre	U
Blooming in her bridal vest	I
She hurls the torch she fans the fire	U
To die is to be blest Footnote	G
She clasps her lord to part no more	E
And sighing sinks but sinks to soar	E
O'ershadowing Scotia's desert coast	V
The Sisters sail in dusky state Footnote	G
And wrapt in clouds in tempests tost	G
Weave the airy web of fate	G
While the lone shepherd near the shipless main Footnote	G
Sees o'er her hills advance the long drawn funeral train	W
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II	A
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Thou spak'st and lo a new creation glow'd	G
Each unhewn mass of living stone	X
Was clad in horrors not its own	X
And at its base the trembling nations bow'd	G
Giant Error darkly grand	G
Grasp'd the globe with iron hand	G
Circled with seats of bliss the Lord of Light	G
Saw prostrate worlds adore his golden height	G
The statue waking with immortal powers Footnote	G
Springs from its parent earth and shakes the spheres	S
The indignant pyramid sublimely towers	S
And braves the efforts of a host of years	S
Sweet Music breathes her soul into the wind	G
And bright ey'd Painting stamps the image of the mind	G
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II	A
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Round their rude ark old Egypt's sorcerers rise	S
A timbrell'd anthem swells the gale	Y
And bids the God of Thunders hail Footnote	G
With lowings loud the captive God replies	S
Clouds of incense woo thy smile	Z
Scaly monarch of the Nile Footnote	G
But ah what myriads claim the bended knee Footnote	G
Go count the busy drops that swell the sea	S
Proud land what eye can trace thy mystic lore	E
Lock'd up in characters as dark as night Footnote	G
What eye those long long labyrinths dare explore Footnote	G
To which the parted soul oft wings her flight	G
Again to visit her cold cell of clay	A2
Charm'd with perennial sweets and smiling at decay	A2
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II	A
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On yon hoar summit mildly bright Footnote	G
With purple ether's liquid light	G
High o'er the world the white rob'd Magi gaze	S
On dazzling bursts of heavenly fire	U
Start at each blue portentous blaze	S
Each flame that flits with adverse spire	B2
But say what sounds my ear invade Footnote	G
From Delphi's venerable shade	G
The temple rocks the laurel waves	S
The God the God the Sybil cries	S
Her figure swells she foams she raves	S
Her figure swells to more than mortal size	S
Streams of rapture roll along	C2
Silver notes ascend the skies	S
Wake Echo wake and catch the song	C2
Oh catch it ere it dies	S
The Sybil speaks the dream is o'er	U
The holy harpings charm no more	E
In vain she checks the God's controul	A2
His madding spirit fills her frame	D2
And moulds the features of her soul	A2
Breathing a prophetic flame	D2
The cavern frowns its hundred mouths unclose	S
And In the thunder's voice the fate of empire flows	S
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III	A
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Mona thy Druid rites awake the dead	G
Rites thy brown oaks would never dare	L
Ev'n whisper to the idle air	L
Rites that have chain'd old Ocean on his bed	G
Shiver'd by thy piercing glance	S
Pointless falls the hero's lance	S
Thy magic bids the imperial eagle fly Footnote	G
And blasts the laureate wreath of victory	S
Hark the bard's soul inspires the vocal string	E2
At every pause dread Silence hovers o'er	U
While murky Night sails round on raven wing	E2
Deepening the tempest's howl the torrent's roar	E
Chas'd by the morn from Snowdon's awful brow	F2
Where late she sate and scowl'd on the black wave below	A2
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III	A
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Lo steel clad War his gorgeous standard rears	S
The red cross squadrons madly rage Footnote	G
And mow thro' infancy and age	G2
Then kiss the sacred dust and melt in tears	S
Veiling from the eye of day	A2
Penance dreams her life away	A2
In cloister'd solitude she sits and sighs	S
While from each shrine still small responses rise	S
Hear with what heart felt beat the midnight bell	A2
Swings its slow summons thro' the hollow pile	A2
The weak wan votarist leaves her twilight cell	A2
To walk with taper dim the winding isle	A2
With choral chantings vainly to aspire	B2
Beyond this nether sphere on Rapture's wing of fire	U
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III	A
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Lord of each pang the nerves can feel	A2
Hence with the rack and reeking wheel	A2
Faith lifts the soul above this little ball	A2
While gleams of glory open round	G
And circling choirs of angels call	A2
Can'st thou with all thy terrors crown'd	G
Hope to obscure that latent spark	H2
Destin'd to shine when suns are dark	H2
Thy triumphs cease thro' every land	G
Hark Truth proclaims thy triumphs cease	S
Her heavenly form with glowing hand	G
Benignly points to piety and peace	S
Flush'd with youth her looks impart	G
Each fine feeling as it flows	S
Her voice the echo of her heart	G
Pure as the mountain snows	S
Celestial transports round her play	A2
And softly sweetly die away	A2
She smiles and where is now the cloud	G
That blacken'd o'er thy baleful reign	W
Grim darkness furls his leaden shroud	G
Shrinking from her glance in vain	W
Her touch unlocks the day spring from above	I2
And lo it visits man with beams of light and love	I2

Samuel Rogers

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