Lycus The Centaur Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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The Argument Lycus detained by Circe in her magical dominion is beloved by a Water Nymph who desiring to render him immortal has recourse to the Sorceress Circe gives her an incantation to pronounce which should turn Lycus into a horse but the horrible effect of the charm causing her to break off in the midst he becomes a Centaur | B |
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Who hath ever been lured and bound by a spell | C |
To wander fore doomed in that circle of hell | C |
Where Witchery works with her will like a god | D |
Works more than the wonders of time at a nod | D |
At a word at a touch at a flash of the eye | E |
But each form is a cheat and each sound is a lie | E |
Things born of a wish to endure for a thought | F |
Or last for long ages to vanish to nought | F |
Or put on new semblance O Jove I had given | G |
The throne of a kingdom to know if that heaven | G |
And the earth and its streams were of Circe or whether | H |
They kept the world's birthday and brighten'd together | H |
For I loved them in terror and constantly dreaded | F |
That the earth where I trod and the cave where I bedded | F |
The face I might dote on should live out the lease | A |
Of the charm that created and suddenly cease | A |
And I gave me to slumber as if from one dream | I |
To another each horrid and drank of the stream | I |
Like a first taste of blood lest as water I quaff'd | F |
Swift poison and never should breathe from the draught | F |
Such drink as her own monarch husband drain'd up | J |
When he pledged her and Fate closed his eyes in the cup | J |
And I pluck'd of the fruit with held breath and a fear | K |
That the branch would start back and scream out in my ear | L |
For once at my suppering I plucked in the dusk | M |
An apple juice gushing and fragrant of musk | M |
But by daylight my fingers were crimson'd with gore | B |
And the half eaten fragment was flesh at the core | B |
And once only once for the love of its blush | N |
I broke a bloom bough but there came such a gush | N |
On my hand that it fainted away in weak fright | F |
While the leaf hidden woodpecker shriek'd at the sight | F |
And oh such an agony thrill'd in that note | F |
That my soul startling up beat its wings in my throat | F |
As it long'd to be free of a body whose hand | F |
Was doom'd to work torments a Fury had plann'd | F |
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There I stood without stir yet how willing to flee | O |
As if rooted and horror turn'd into a tree | O |
Oh for innocent death and to suddenly win it | F |
I drank of the stream but no poison was in it | F |
I plunged in its waters but ere I could sink | P |
Some invisible fate pull'd me back to the brink | P |
I sprang from the rock from its pinnacle height | F |
But fell on the grass with a grasshopper's flight | F |
I ran at my fears they were fears and no more | B |
For the bear would not mangle my limbs nor the boar | B |
But moan'd all their brutalized flesh could not smother | H |
The horrible truth we were kin to each other | H |
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They were mournfully gentle and group'd for relief | Q |
All foes in their skin but all friends in their grief | Q |
The leopard was there baby mild in its feature | H |
And the tiger black barr'd with the gaze of a creature | H |
That knew gentle pity the bristle back'd boar | B |
His innocent tusks stain'd with mulberry gore | B |
And the laughing hyena but laughing no more | B |
And the snake not with magical orbs to devise | A |
Strange death but with woman's attraction of eyes | A |
The tall ugly ape that still bore a dim shine | R |
Through his hairy eclipse of a manhood divine | R |
And the elephant stately with more than its reason | G |
How thoughtful in sadness but this is no season | G |
To reckon them up from the lag bellied toad | F |
To the mammoth whose sobs shook his ponderous load | F |
There were woes of all shapes wretched forms when I came | S |
That hung down their heads with a human like shame | S |
The elephant hid in the boughs and the bear | T |
Shed over his eyes the dark veil of his hair | T |
And the womanly soul turning sick with disgust | F |
Tried to vomit herself from her serpentine crust | F |
While all groan'd their groans into one at their lot | F |
As I brought them the image of what they were not | F |
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Then rose a wild sound of the human voice choking | U |
Through vile brutal organs low tremulous croaking | U |
Cries swallow'd abruptly deep animal tones | A |
Attuned to strange passion and full utter'd groans | A |
All shuddering weaken till hush'd in a pause | A |
Of tongues in mute motion and wide yawning jaws | A |
And I guessed that those horrors were meant to tell o'er | H |
The tale of their woes but the silence told more | B |
That writhed on their tongues and I knelt on the sod | F |
And pray'd with my voice to the cloud stirring god | F |
For the sad congregation of supplicants there | T |
That upturn'd to his heaven brute faces of prayer | T |
And I ceased and they utter'd a moaning so deep | V |
That I wept for my heart ease but they could not weep | V |
And gazed with red eyeballs all wistfully dry | E |
At the comfort of tears in a stag's human eye | E |
Then I motion'd them round and to soothe their distress | A |
I caress'd and they bent them to meet my caress | A |
Their necks to my arm and their heads to my palm | W |
And with poor grateful eyes suffer'd meekly and calm | W |
Those tokens of kindness withheld by hard fate | F |
From returns that might chill the warm pity to hate | F |
So they passively bow'd save the serpent that leapt | F |
To my breast like a sister and pressingly crept | F |
In embrace of my neck and with close kisses blister'd | F |
My lips in rash love then drew backward and glister'd | F |
Her eyes in my face and loud hissing affright | F |
Dropt down but swift started away from my sight | F |
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This sorrow was theirs but thrice wretched my lot | F |
Turn'd brute in my soul though my body was not | F |
When I fled from the sorrow of womanly faces | A |
That shrouded their woe in the shade of lone places | A |
And dash'd off bright tears till their fingers were wet | F |
And then wiped their lids with long tresses of jet | F |
But I fled though they stretch'd out their hands all entangled | F |
With hair and blood stain'd of the breasts they had mangled | F |
Though they call'd and perchance but to ask had I seen | X |
Their loves or to tell the vile wrongs that had been | Y |
But I stayed not to hear lest the story should hold | F |
Some hell form of words some enchantment once told | F |
Might translate me in flesh to a brute and I dreaded | F |
To gaze on their charms lest my faith should be wedded | F |
With some pity and love in that pity perchance | A |
To a thing not all lovely for once at glance | A |
Methought where one sat I descried a bright wonder | H |
That flow'd like a long silver rivulet under | H |
The long fenny grass with so lovely a breast | F |
Could it be a snake tail made the charm of the rest | F |
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So I roamed in that circle of horrors and Fear | K |
Walk'd with me by hills and in valleys and near | K |
Cluster'd trees for their gloom not to shelter from heat | F |
But lest a brute shadow should grow at my feet | F |
And besides that full oft in the sunshiny place | A |
Dark shadows would gather like clouds on its face | A |
In the horrible likeness of demons that none | G |
Could see like invisible flames in the sun | G |
But grew to one monster that seized on the light | F |
Like the dragon that strangles the moon in the night | F |
Fierce sphinxes long serpents and asps of the south | Z |
Wild birds of huge beak and all horrors that drouth | Z |
Engenders of slime in the land of the pest | F |
Vile shapes without shape and foul bats of the West | F |
Bringing Night on their wings and the bodies wherein | Y |
Great Brahma imprisons the spirits of sin | Y |
Many handed that blent in one phantom of fight | F |
Like a Titan and threatfully warr'd with the light | F |
I have heard the wild shriek that gave signal to close | A |
When they rushed on that shadowy Python of foes | A |
That met with sharp beaks and wide gaping of jaws | A |
With flappings of wings and fierce grasping of claws | A |
And whirls of long tails I have seen the quick flutter | H |
Of fragment | F |
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