On Reading The Poem Of Paris. By The Rev George Croly, A.m. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFEGHHIJFCF FFKKLLFFMMNNOOPPGG QQRRSSTT| Author of The Angel of the World Sebastian c | A |
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| By the trim taper and the blazing hearth | B |
| While loud without the blast of winter sung | C |
| Now thrill'd with awe and now relax'd with mirth | D |
| Paris I've roam'd thy varied haunts among | C |
| Loitering where Fashion's insect myriads spread | E |
| Their painted wings and sport their little day | F |
| Anon by beckoning recollection led | E |
| To the dark shadow of the stern ABBAYE | G |
| Pale Fancy heard the petrifying shriek | H |
| Of midnight Murder from its turrets bleak | H |
| And to her horrent eye came passing on | I |
| Phantoms of those dark times elapsed and gone | J |
| When Rapine yell'd o'er his defenceless prey | F |
| As unchain'd Anarchy her tocsin rung | C |
| And France in dust and blood thy throne and altars lay | F |
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| Oh thou thus skill'd with absolute controul | F |
| Where'er thou wilt to lead th' admiring soul | F |
| Gifted alike with Fancy's train to sport | K |
| And tread light measures in her elfin court | K |
| Or pierce the height where Grandeur sits alone | L |
| Girt by the tempest on his mountain throne | L |
| Whate'er the theme which wakes thy vocal shell | F |
| Well pleased I follow where its concords swell | F |
| In regal halls where pleasure wings the night | M |
| With pomp and music revelry and light | M |
| Or where unwept by Love's deploring eyes | N |
| In the lone Morgue the self doom'd victim lies | N |
| Then midst the twilight of yon Chapel dim | O |
| To mark Religion's reverend Martyr him | O |
| Who kneels entranced in agony of prayer | P |
| His fellow victims torpid with despair | P |
| Thrill'd by his piercing tones his beaming eye | G |
| Glows as he glows nor longer dread to die | G |
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| Now borne to Belgium's plain on bolder wings | Q |
| Where England's warriors fix'd the fate of Kings | Q |
| At once the Patriot and the Poet glows | R |
| And full the mingling inspiration flows | R |
| Resume the lyre not thine in myrtle bowers | S |
| To trifle light with Life's uncounted hours | S |
| To crown thy toils propitious Fame from far | T |
| Entwines her noblest wreath illumes her loftiest star | T |
Thomas Gent
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