The Haunted House[1] - A Romance Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A jolly place said he in days of oldA
But something ails it now the spot is curstA
WORDSWORTHB
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PART IC
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Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreamsD
Unnatural and full of contradictionsE
Yet others of our most romantic schemesD
Are something more than fictionsE
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It might be only on enchanted groundA
It might be merely by a thought's expansionF
But in the spirit or the flesh I foundA
An old deserted MansionF
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A residence for woman child and manG
A dwelling place and yet no habitationF
A House but under some prodigious banG
Of excommunicationF
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Unhinged the iron gates half open hungH
Jarr'd by the gusty gales of many wintersI
That from its crumbled pedestal had flungH
One marble globe in splintersI
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No dog was at the threshold great or smallJ
No pigeon on the roof no household creatureK
No cat demurely dozing on the wallJ
Not one domestic featureK
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No human figure stirr'd to go or comeL
No face look'd forth from shut or open casementA
No chimney smoked there was no sign of HomeM
From parapet to basementA
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With shatter'd panes the grassy court was starr'dA
The time worn coping stone had tumbled afterK
And thro' the ragged roof the sky shone barr'dA
With naked beam and rafterK
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O'er all there hung a shadow and a fearN
A sense of mystery the spirit dauntedA
And said as plain as whisper in the earO
The place is HauntedA
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The flow'r grew wild and rankly as the weedA
Roses with thistles struggled for espialJ
And vagrant plants of parasitic breedA
Had overgrown the DialJ
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But gay or gloomy steadfast or infirmP
No heart was there to heed the hour's durationF
All times and tides were lost in one long termP
Of stagnant desolationF
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The wren had built within the Porch she foundA
Its quiet loneliness so sure and thoroughQ
And on the lawn within its turfy moundA
The rabbit made his burrowQ
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The rabbit wild and gray that flitted thro'Q
The shrubby clumps and frisk'd and sat and vanish'dA
But leisurely and bold as if he knewR
His enemy was banish'dA
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The wary crow the pheasant from the woodsI
Lull'd by the still and everlasting samenessI
Close to the mansion like domestic broodsI
Fed with a shocking tamenessI
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The coot was swimming in the reedy pondA
Beside the water hen so soon affrightedA
And in the weedy moat the heron fondA
Of solitude alightedA
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The moping heron motionless and stiffS
That on a stone as silently and stillyJ
Stood an apparent sentinel as ifS
To guard the water lilyJ
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No sound was heard except from far awayT
The ringing of the witwall's shrilly laughterQ
Or now and then the chatter of the jayT
That Echo murmur'd afterQ
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But Echo never mock'd the human tongueH
Some weighty crime that Heaven could not pardonF
A secret curse on that old Building hungH
And its deserted GardenF
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The beds were all untouch'd by hand or toolJ
No footstep marked the damp and mossy gravelJ
Each walk as green as is the mantled poolJ
For want of human travelJ
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The vine unpruned and the neglected peachU
Droop'd from the wall with which they used to grappleJ
And on the canker'd tree in easy reachU
Rotted the golden appleJ
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But awfully the truant shunn'd the groundA
The vagrant kept aloof and daring PoacherQ
In spite of gaps that thro' the fences roundA
Invited the encroacherQ
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For over all there hung a cloud of fearQ
A sense of mystery the spirit dauntedA
And said as plain as whisper in the earQ
The place is HauntedA
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The pear and quince lay squander'd on the grassI
The mould was purple with unheeded showersI
Of bloomy plums a Wilderness it wasI
Of fruits and weeds and flowersI
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The marigold amidst the nettles blewJ
The gourd embraced the rose bush in its rambleJ
The thistle and the stock together grewJ
The holly hock and brambleJ
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The bear bine with the lilac interlacedA
The sturdy bur dock choked its slender neighborQ
The spicy pink All tokens were effacedA
Of human care and laborQ
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The very yew Formality had train'dA
To such a rigid pyramidal statureQ
For want of trimming had almost regain'dA
The raggedness of natureQ
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The Fountain was a dry neglect and timeV
Had marr'd the work of artisan and masonF
And efts and croaking frogs begot of slimeV
Sprawl'd in the ruin'd basonF
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The Statue fallen from its marble baseI
Amidst the refuse leaves and herbage rottenF
Lay like the Idol of some bygone raceI
Its name and rites forgottenF
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On ev'ry side the aspect was the sameW
All ruin'd desolate forlorn and savageX
No hand or foot within the precinct cameW
To rectify or ravageY
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For over all there hung a cloud of fearQ
A sense of mystery the spirit dauntedA
And said as plain as whisper in the earQ
The place is HauntedA
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PART IIC
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O very gloomy is the House of WoeQ
Where tears are falling while the bell is knellingH
With all the dark solemnities which showQ
That Death is in the dwellingH
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O very very dreary is the roomZ
Where Love domestic Love no longer nestlesI
But smitten by the common stroke of doomZ
The Corpse lies on the trestlesI
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But House of Woe and hearse and sable pallJ
The narrow home of the departed mortalJ
Ne'er look'd so gloomy as that Ghostly HallJ
With its deserted portalJ
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The centipede along the threshold creptA
The cobweb hung across in mazy tangleJ
And in its winding sheet the maggot sleptA
At every nook and angleJ
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The keyhole lodged the earwig and her broodA
The emmets of the steps had old possessionF
And march'd in search of their diurnal foodA
In undisturb'd processionF
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As undisturb'd as the prehensile cellJ
Of moth or maggot or the spider's tissueI
For never foot upon that threshold fellJ
To enter or to issueI
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O'er all there hung the shadow of a fearQ
A sense of mystery the spirit dauntedA
And said as plain as whisper in the earQ
The place is HauntedA
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Howbeit the door I push'd or so I dream'dA
Which slowly slowly gaped the hinges creakingH
With such a rusty eloquence it seem'dA
That Time himself was speakingH
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But Time was dumb within that Mansion oldA
Or left his tale to the heraldic bannersI
That hung from the corroded walls and toldA
Of former men and mannersI
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Those tatter'd flags that with the open'd doorQ
Seem'd the old wave of battle to rememberQ
While fallen fragments danced upon the floorQ
Like dead leaves in DecemberQ
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The startled bats flew out bird after birdA
The screech owl overhead began to flutterQ
And seem'd to mock the cry that she had heardA
Some dying victim utterQ
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A shriek that echoed from the joisted roofA2
And up the stair and further still and furtherQ
Till in some ringing chamber far aloofA2
It ceased its tale of murtherQ
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Meanwhile the rusty armor rattled roundA
The banner shudder'd and the ragged streamerQ
All things the horrid tenor of the soundA
Acknowledged with a tremorQ
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The antlers where the helmet hung and beltA
Stirr'd as the tempest stirs the forest branchesI
Or as the stag had trembled when he feltA
The blood hound at his haunchesI
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The window jingled in its crumbled frameW
And thro' its many gaps of destitutionF
Dolorous moans and hollow sighings cameW
Like those of dissolutionF
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The wood louse dropped and rolled into a ballJ
Touch'd by some impulse occult or mechanicH
And nameless beetles ran along the wallJ
In universal panicH
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The subtle spider that from overheadA
Hung like a spy on human guilt and errorQ
Suddenly turn'd and up its slender threadA
Ran with a nimble terrorQ
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The very stains and fractures on the wallJ
Assuming features solemn and terrificH
Hinted some Tragedy of that old HallJ
Lock'd up in hieroglyphicH
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Some tale that might perchance have solved the doubtA
Wherefore amongst those flags so dull and lividA
The banner of the BLOODY HAND shone outA
So ominously vividA
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Some key to that inscrutable appealJ
Which made the very frame of Nature quiverQ
And ev'ry thrilling nerve and fibre feelJ
So ague like a shiverQ
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For over all there hung a cloud of fearQ
A sense of mystery the spirit dauntedA
And said as plain as whisper in the earQ
The place is HauntedA
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If but a rat had lingered in the houseI
To lure the thought into a social channelJ
But not a rat remain'd or tiny mouseI
To squeak behind the panelJ
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Huge drops roll'd down the walls as if they weptA
And where the cricket used to chirp so shrillyJ
The toad was squatting and the lizard creptA
On that damp hearth and chillyJ
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For years no cheerful blaze had sparkled thereQ
Or glanced on coat of buff or knightly metalJ
The slug was crawling on the vacant chairQ
The snail upon the settleJ
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The floor was redolent of mould and mustA
The fungus in the rotten seams had quicken'dA
While on the oaken table coats of dustA
Perennially had thicken'dA
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No mark of leathern jack or metal canG
No cup no horn no hospitable tokenF
All social ties between that board and ManG
Had long ago been brokenF
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There was so foul a rumor in the airQ
The shadow of a Presence so atrociousI
No human creature could have feasted thereQ
Even the most ferociousI
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For over all there hung a cloud of fearQ
A sense of mystery the spirit dauntedA
And said as plain as whisper in the earQ
The place is HauntedA
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PART IIIC
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'Tis hard for human actions to accountA
Whether from reason or from impulse onlyJ
But some internal prompting bade me mountA
The gloomy stairs and lonelyJ
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Those gloomy stairs so dark and damp and coldA
With odors as from bones and relics carnalJ
Deprived of rite and consecrated mouldA
The chapel vault or charnelJ
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Those dreary stairs where with the sounding stressI
Of ev'ry step so many echoes blendedA
The mind with dark misgivings fear'd to guessI
How many feet ascendedA
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The tempest with its spoils had drifted inB2
Till each unwholesome stone was darkly spottedA
As thickly as the leopard's dappled skinB2
With leaves that rankly rottedA
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The air was thick and in the upper gloomZ
The bat or something in its shape was wingingH
And on the wall as chilly as a tombZ
The Death's Head moth was clingingH
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That mystic moth which with a sense profoundA
Of all unholy presence augurs trulyJ
And with a grim significance flits roundA
The taper burning bluelyJ
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Such omens in the place there seem'd to beJ
At ev'ry crooked turn or on the landingH
The straining eyeball was prepared to seeJ
Some Apparition standingH
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For over all there hung a cloud of fearQ
A sense of mystery the spirit dauntedA
And said as plain as whisper in the earQ
The place is HauntedA
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Yet no portentous Shape the sight amazedA
Each object plain and tangible and validA
But from their tarnish'd frames dark Figures gazedA
And Faces spectre pallidA
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Not merely with the mimic life that liesI
Within the compass of Art's simulationF
Their souls were looking thro' their painted eyesI
With awful speculationF
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On ev'ry lip a speechless horror dweltA
On ev'ry brow the burthen of afflictionF
The old Ancestral Spirits knew and feltA
The House's maledictionF
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Such earnest woe their features overcastA
They might have stirr'd or sigh'd or wept or spokenF
But save the hollow moaning of the blastA
The stillness was unbrokenF
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No other sound or stir of life was thereQ
Except my steps in solitary clamberQ
From flight to flight from humid stair to stairQ
From chamber into chamberQ
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Deserted rooms of luxury and stateA
That old magnificence had richly furnish'dA
With pictures cabinets of ancient dateA
And carvings gilt and burnish'dA
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Rich hangings storied by the needle's artA
With scripture history or classic fableJ
But all had faded save one ragged partA
Where Cain was slaying AbelJ
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The silent waste of mildew and the mothC2
Had marr'd the tissue with a partial ravageY
But undecaying frown'd upon the clothC2
Each feature stern and savageX
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The sky was pale the cloud a thing of doubtA
Some hues were fresh and some decay'd and dullerQ
But still the BLOODY HAND shone strangely outA
With vehemence of colorQ
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The BLOODY HAND that with a lurid stainF
Shone on the dusty floor a dismal tokenF
Projected from the casement's painted paneF
Where all beside was brokenF
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The BLOODY HAND significant of crimeV
That glaring on the old heraldic bannerQ
Had kept its crimson unimpair'd by timeV
In such a wondrous mannerQ
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O'er all there hung the shadow of a fearQ
A sense of mystery the spirit dauntedA
And said as plain as whisper in the earQ
The place is HauntedA
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The Death Watch tick'd behind the panel'd oakH
Inexplicable tremors shook the arrasI
And echoes strange and mystical awokeH
The fancy to embarrassI
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Prophetic hints that filled the soul with dreadA
But thro' one gloomy entrance pointing mostlyJ
The while some secret inspiration saidA
That Chamber is the GhostlyJ
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Across the door no gossamer festoonF
Swung pendulous no web no dusty fringesI
No silky chrysalis or white cocoonF
About its nooks and hingesI
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The spider shunn'd the interdicted roomZ
The moth the beetle and the fly were banish'dA
And where the sunbeam fell athwart the gloomZ
The very midge had vanish'dA
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One lonely ray that glanced upon a BedA
As if with awful aim direct and certainF
To show the BLOODY HAND in burning redA
Embroider'd on the curtainF
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And yet no gory stain was on the quiltA
The pillow in its place had slowly rottedA
The floor alone retain'd the trace of guiltA
Those boards obscurely spottedA
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Obscurely spotted to the door and thenceI
With mazy doubles to the grated casementA
Oh what a tale they told of fear intenseI
Of horror and amazementA
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What human creature in the dead of nightA
Had coursed like hunted hare that cruel distanceI
Had sought the door the window in his flightA
Striving for dear existenceI
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What shrieking Spirit in that bloody roomZ
Its mortal frame had violently quittedA
Across the sunbeam with a sudden gloomZ
A ghostly Shadow flittedA
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Across the sunbeam and along the wallJ
But painted on the air so very dimlyJ
It hardly veil'd the tapestry at allJ
Or portrait frowning grimlyJ
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O'er all there hung the shadow of a fearQ
A sense of mystery the spirit dauntedA
And said as plain as whisper in the earQ
The place is HauntedA

Thomas Hood



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