The Death Of Nicou Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEFGGHCIIJJKK LLMMFNMMOOPPQRSTUUVV WWGGDDUUXXUUYYZZA2B2 CCGGPPCCJJBC2CCXXD2D 2A2A2 CCE2E2F2F2UUG2G2H2H2 G2G2EEA2A2I2I2UUJ2J2 GGK2K2G2G2L2L2G2G2G2 G2CCUUG2G2G2G2On Tiber's banks Tiber whose waters glide | A |
In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side | A |
And circling all the horrid mountain round | B |
Rushes impetuous to the deep profound | B |
Rolls o'er the ragged rocks with hideous yell | C |
Collects its waves beneath the earth's vast shell | C |
There for a while in loud confusion hurl'd | D |
It crumbles mountains down and shakes the world | D |
Till borne upon the pinions of the air | E |
Through the rent earth the bursting waves appear | F |
Fiercely propell'd the whiten'd billows rise | G |
Break from the cavern and ascend the skies | G |
Then lost and conquered by superior force | H |
Through hot Arabia holds its rapid coursel | C |
On Tiber's banks where scarlet jas'mines bloom | I |
And purple aloes shed a rich perfume | I |
Where when the sun is melting in his heat | J |
The reeking tygers find a cool retreat | J |
Bask in the sedges lose the sultry beam | K |
And wanton with their shadows in the stream | K |
On Tiber's banks by sacred priests rever'd | L |
Where in the days of old a god appear'd | L |
'Twas in the dead of night at Chalma's feast | M |
The tribe of Alra slept around the priest | M |
He spoke as evening thunders bursting near | F |
His horrid accents broke upon the ear | N |
Attend Alraddas with your sacred priest | M |
This day the sun is rising in the east | M |
The sun which shall illumine all the earth | O |
Now now is rising in a mortal birth | O |
He vanish'd like a vapour of the night | P |
And sunk away in a faint blaze of light | P |
Swift from the branches of the holy oak | Q |
Horror confusion fear and torment brake | R |
And still when midnight trims her mazy lamp | S |
They take their way through Tiber's wat'ry swamp | T |
On Tiber's banks close ranked a warring train | U |
Stretch'd to the distant edge of Galca's plain | U |
So when arrived at Gaigra's highest steep | V |
We view the wide expansion of the deep | V |
See in the gilding of her wat'ry robe | W |
The quick declension of the circling globe | W |
From the blue sea a chain of mountains rise | G |
Blended at once with water and with skies | G |
Beyond our sight in vast extension curl'd | D |
The check of waves the guardians of the world | D |
Strong were the warriors as the ghost of Cawn | U |
Who threw the Hill of archers to the lawn | U |
When the soft earth at his appearance fled | X |
And rising billows play'd around his head | X |
When a strong tempest rising from the main | U |
Dashed the full clouds unbroken on the plain | U |
Nicou immortal in the sacred song | Y |
Held the red sword of war and led the strong | Y |
From his own tribe the sable warriors came | Z |
Well try'd in battle and well known in fame | Z |
Nicou descended from the god of war | A2 |
Who lived coeval with the morning star | B2 |
Narada was his name who cannot tell | C |
How all the world through great Narada fell | C |
Vichon the god who ruled above the skies | G |
Look'd on Narada but with envious eyes | G |
The warrior dared him ridiculed his might | P |
Bent his white bow and summon'd him to fight | P |
Vichon disdainful bade his lightnings fly | C |
And scatter'd burning arrows in the sky | C |
Threw down a star the armour of his feet | J |
To burn the air with supernat'ral heat | J |
Bid a loud tempes roar beneath the ground | B |
Lifted him up and bore him thro' the sea | C2 |
The waters still ascending fierce and high | C |
He tower'd into the chambers of the sky | C |
There Vichon sat his armour on his bed | X |
He thought Narada with the mighty dead | X |
Before his seat the heavenly warrior stands | D2 |
The lightning quiv'ring in his yellow hands | D2 |
The god astonish'd dropt hurl'd from the shore | A2 |
He dropt to torments and to rise no more | A2 |
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Head long he falls 'tis his own arms compel | C |
Condemn'd in ever burning fires to dwell | C |
From this Narada mighty Nicou sprung | E2 |
The mighty Nicou furious wild and young | E2 |
Who led th'embattled archers to the field | F2 |
And more a thunderbolt upon his shield | F2 |
That shield his glorious father died to gain | U |
When the white warriors fled along the plain | U |
When the full sails could not provoke the flood | G2 |
Till Nicou came and swell'd the seas with blood | G2 |
Slow at the end of his robust array | H2 |
The mighty warrior pensive took his way | H2 |
Against the son of Nair the young Rorest | G2 |
Once the companion of his youthful breast | G2 |
Strong were the passions of the son of Nair | E |
Strong as the tempest of the evening air | E |
Insatiate in desire fierce as the boar | A2 |
Firm in resolve as Cannie's rocky shore | A2 |
Long had the gods endeavour'd to destroy | I2 |
All Nicou's friendship happiness and joy | I2 |
They sought in vain 'till Vicat Vichon's son | U |
Never in feats of wickedness outdone | U |
Saw Nica sister to the Mountain king | J2 |
Drest beautiful with all the flow'rs of spring | J2 |
He saw and scatter'd poison in her eyes | G |
From limb to limb in varied forms he flies | G |
Dwelt on her crimson lip and added grace | K2 |
To every glossy feature of her face | K2 |
Rorest was fir'd with passion at the sight | G2 |
Friendship and honor sunk to Vicat's right | G2 |
He saw he lov'd and burning with desire | L2 |
Bore the soft maid from brother sister sire | L2 |
Pining with sorrow Nica faded died | G2 |
Like a fair alow in its morning pride | G2 |
This brought the warrior to the bloody mead | G2 |
And sent to young Rorest the threat'ning reed | G2 |
He drew his army forth Oh need I tell | C |
That Nicou conquer'd and the lover fell | C |
His breathless army mantled all the plain | U |
And Death sat smiling on the heaps of slain | U |
The battle ended with his reeking dart | G2 |
The pensive Nicou pierc'd his beating heart | G2 |
And to his mourning valiant warriors cry'd | G2 |
I and my sister's ghost are satisfy'd | G2 |
Thomas Chatterton
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