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The Vision Of Don Roderick Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Introduction	A
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I	-
Lives there a strain whose sounds of mounting fire	B
May rise distinguished o'er the din of war	C
Or died it with yon Master of the Lyre	D
Who sung beleaguered Ilion's evil star	E
Such WELLINGTON might reach thee from afar	E
Wafting its descant wide o'er Ocean's range	F
Nor shouts nor clashing arms its mood could mar	E
All as it swelled 'twixt each loud trumpet change	F
That clangs to Britain victory to Portugal revenge	G
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II	-
Yes such a strain with all o'er pouring measure	B
Might melodise with each tumultuous sound	H
Each voice of fear or triumph woe or pleasure	B
That rings Mondego's ravaged shores around	H
The thundering cry of hosts with conquest crowned	H
The female shriek the ruined peasant's moan	I
The shout of captives from their chains unbound	H
The foiled oppressor's deep and sullen groan	I
A Nation's choral hymn for tyranny o'erthrown	I
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III	-
But we weak minstrels of a laggard day	J
Skilled but to imitate an elder page	K
Timid and raptureless can we repay	J
The debt thou claim'st in this exhausted age	K
Thou givest our lyres a theme that might engage	K
Those that could send thy name o'er sea and land	L
While sea and land shall last for Homer's rage	K
A theme a theme for Milton's mighty hand	L
How much unmeet for us a faint degenerate band	L
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IV	M
Ye mountains stern within whose rugged breast	N
The friends of Scottish freedom found repose	O
Ye torrents whose hoarse sounds have soothed their rest	N
Returning from the field of vanquished foes	O
Say have ye lost each wild majestic close	P
That erst the choir of Bards or Druids flung	Q
What time their hymn of victory arose	O
And Cattraeth's glens with voice of triumph rung	Q
And mystic Merlin harped and grey haired Llywarch sung	Q
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V	M
Oh if your wilds such minstrelsy retain	I
As sure your changeful gales seem oft to say	J
When sweeping wild and sinking soft again	I
Like trumpet jubilee or harp's wild sway	J
If ye can echo such triumphant lay	J
Then lend the note to him has loved you long	R
Who pious gathered each tradition grey	J
That floats your solitary wastes along	R
And with affection vain gave them new voice in song	R
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VI	M
For not till now how oft soe'er the task	S
Of truant verse hath lightened graver care	T
From Muse or Sylvan was he wont to ask	S
In phrase poetic inspiration fair	T
Careless he gave his numbers to the air	T
They came unsought for if applauses came	U
Nor for himself prefers he now the prayer	T
Let but his verse befit a hero's fame	U
Immortal be the verse forgot the poet's name	U
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VII	M
Hark from yon misty cairn their answer tost	N
'Minstrel the fame of whose romantic lyre	D
Capricious swelling now may soon be lost	N
Like the light flickering of a cottage fire	B
If to such task presumptuous thou aspire	D
Seek not from us the meed to warrior due	N
Age after age has gathered son to sire	B
Since our grey cliffs the din of conflict knew	N
Or pealing through our vales victorious bugles blew	N
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VIII	M
'Decayed our old traditionary lore	C
Save where the lingering fays renew their ring	V
By milkmaid seen beneath the hawthorn hoar	C
Or round the marge of Minchmore's haunted spring	V
Save where their legends grey haired shepherds sing	V
That now scarce win a listening ear but thine	I
Of feuds obscure and Border ravaging	V
And rugged deeds recount in rugged line	I
Of moonlight foray made on Teviot Tweed or Tyne	I
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IX	J
'No search romantic lands where the near Sun	I
Gives with unstinted boon ethereal flame	U
Where the rude villager his labour done	I
In verse spontaneous chants some favoured name	U
Whether Olalia's charms his tribute claim	U
Her eye of diamond and her locks of jet	N
Or whether kindling at the deeds of Graeme	U
He sing to wild Morisco measure set	N
Old Albin's red claymore green Erin's bayonet	N
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X	J
'Explore those regions where the flinty crest	N
Of wild Nevada ever gleams with snows	J
Where in the proud Alhambra's ruined breast	N
Barbaric monuments of pomp repose	J
Or where the banners of more ruthless foes	J
Than the fierce Moor float o'er Toledo's fane	I
From whose tall towers even now the patriot throws	J
An anxious glance to spy upon the plain	I
The blended ranks of England Portugal and Spain	I
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XI	J
'There of Numantian fire a swarthy spark	W
Still lightens in the sunburnt native's eye	M
The stately port slow step and visage dark	W
Still mark enduring pride and constancy	J
And if the glow of feudal chivalry	J
Beam not as once thy nobles' dearest pride	N
Iberia oft thy crestless peasantry	J
Have seen the plumed Hidalgo quit their side	N
Have seen yet dauntless stood 'gainst fortune fought and died	N
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XII	J
'And cherished still by that unchanging race	J
Are themes for minstrelsy more high than thine	I
Of strange tradition many a mystic trace	J
Legend and vision prophecy and sign	I
Where wonders wild of Arabesque combine	I
With Gothic imagery of darker shade	N
Forming a model meet for minstrel line	I
Go seek such theme ' the Mountain Spirit said	N
With filial awe I heard I heard and I obeyed	N
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The Vision of Don Roderick	X
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I	M
Rearing their crests amid the cloudless skies	J
And darkly clustering in the pale moonlight	N
Toledo's holy towers and spires arise	J
As from a trembling lake of silver white	N
Their mingled shadows intercept the sight	N
Of the broad burial ground outstretched below	Y
And nought disturbs the silence of the night	N
All sleeps in sullen shade or silver glow	Y
All save the heavy swell of Teio's ceaseless flow	Y
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II	M
All save the rushing swell of Teio's tide	N
Or distant heard a courser's neigh or tramp	Z
Their changing rounds as watchful horsemen ride	N
To guard the limits of King Roderick's camp	Z
For through the river's night fog rolling damp	Z
Was many a proud pavilion dimly seen	I
Which glimmered back against the moon's fair lamp	Z
Tissues of silk and silver twisted sheen	I
And standards proudly pitched and warders armed between	I
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III	M
But of their Monarch's person keeping ward	N
Since last the deep mouthed bell of vespers tolled	N
The chosen soldiers of the royal guard	N
The post beneath the proud Cathedral hold	N
A band unlike their Gothic sires of old	N
Who for the cap of steel and iron mace	J
Bear slender darts and casques bedecked with gold	N
While silver studded belts their shoulders grace	J
Where ivory quivers ring in the broad falchion's place	J
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IV	M
In the light language of an idle court	N
They murmured at their master's long delay	J
And held his lengthened orisons in sport	N
'What will Don Roderick here till morning stay	J
To wear in shrift and prayer the night away	J
And are his hours in such dull penance past	N
For fair Florinda's plundered charms to pay '	-
Then to the east their weary eyes they cast	N
And wished the lingering dawn would glimmer forth at last	N
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V	M
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But far within Toledo's Prelate lent	N
An ear of fearful wonder to the King	V
The silver lamp a fitful lustre sent	N
So long that sad confession witnessing	V
For Roderick told of many a hidden thing	V
Such as are lothly uttered to the air	T
When Fear Remorse and Shame the bosom wring	V
And Guilt his secret burden cannot bear	T
And Conscience seeks in speech a respite from Despair	T
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VI	M
Full on the Prelate's face and silver hair	T
The stream of failing light was feebly rolled	N
But Roderick's visage though his head was bare	T
Was shadowed by his hand and mantle's fold	N
While of his hidden soul the sins he told	N
Proud Alaric's descendant could not brook	A2
That mortal man his bearing should behold	N
Or boast that he had seen when Conscience shook	A2
Fear tame a monarch's brow Remorse a warrior's look	A2
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VII	M
The old man's faded cheek waxed yet more pale	B2
As many a secret sad the King bewrayed	N
As sign and glance eked out the unfinished tale	B2
When in the midst his faltering whisper stayed	N
'Thus royal Witiza was slain ' he said	N
'Yet holy Father deem not it was I '	-
Thus still Ambition strives her crimes to shade	N
'Oh rather deem 'twas stern necessity	N
Self preservation bade and I must kill or die	N
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VIII	M
'And if Florinda's shrieks alarmed the air	T
If she invoked her absent sire in vain	I
And on her knees implored that I would spare	T
Yet reverend Priest thy sen	I