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Palmyra (1st Edition) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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anankta ton pant n huperbal	A
lonta chronon makar n	B
Pindar Hymn frag	C
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As the mountain torrent rages	D
Loud impetuous swift and strong	C
So the rapid streams of ages	E
Rolls with ceaseless tide along	C
Man's little day what clouds o'ercast	F
How soon his longest day is past	F
All conquering DEATH in solemn date unfurl'd	F
Comes like the burning desert blast	F
And sweeps him from the world	F
The noblest works of human pow'r	G
In vain resist the fate fraught hour	H
The marble hall the rock built tow'r	G
Alike submit to destiny	I
OBLIVION's awful storms resound	F
The massy columns fall around	F
The fabric totters to the ground	F
And darkness veils its memory	I
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II	-
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'Mid SYRIA's barren world of sand	F
Where THEDMOR's marble wastes expand	F
Where DESOLATION on the blasted plain	J
Has fix'd his adamantine throne	K
I mark in silence and alone	K
His melancholy reign	J
These silent wrecks more eloquent than speech	L
Full many a tale of awful note impart	F
Truths more sublime than bard or sage can teach	L
This pomp of ruin presses on the heart	F
Whence rose that dim mysterious sound	F
That breath'd in hollow murmurs round	F
As sweeps the gale	A
Along the vale	A
Where many a mould'ring tomb is spread	F
Awe struck I hear	M
In fancy's ear	M
The voices of th' illustrious dead	F
As slow they pass along they seem to sigh	-
Man and the works of man are only born to die	-
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III	-
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As scatter'd round a dreary space	N
Ye spirits of the wise and just	F
In reverential thought I trace	N
The mansions of your sacred dust	F
Enthusiast FANCY rob'd in light	F
Pours on the air her many sparkling rays	O
Redeeming from OBLIVION's deep'ning night	F
The deeds of ancient days	O
The mighty forms of chiefs of old	F
To VIRTUE dear and PATRIOT TRUTH sublime	P
In feeble splendor I behold	F
Discover'd dimly through the mists of TIME	P
As through the vapours of the mountain stream	Q
With pale reflection glows the sun's declining beam	Q
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IV	-
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Still as twilight's mantle hoary	I
Spreads progressive on the sky	-
See in visionary glory	I
Darkly thron'd they sit on high	-
But whose the forms oh FAME declare	R
That crowd majestic on the air	R
Bright Goddess come on rapid wings	S
To tell the mighty deeds of kings	S
Where art thou FAME	T
Each honor'd name	T
From thy eternal roll unfold	F
Awake the lyre	U
In songs of fire	H
To chiefs renown'd in days of old	F
I call in vain	J
The welcome strain	J
Of praise to them no more shall sound	F
Their actions bright	F
Must sleep in night	F
Till TIME shall cease his mystic round	F
The dazzling glories of their day	F
The stream of years has swept away	F
Their names that struck the foe with fear	V
Shall ring no more on mortal ear	M
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V	I
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Yet faithful MEMORY's raptur'd eye	-
Can still the godlike form descry	M
Of him who on EUPHRATES' shore	M
From SAPOR's brow his blood stain'd laurels tore	M
And bade the ROMAN banner stream unfurl'd	F
When the stern GENIUS of the startling waves	W
Beheld on PERSIA s host of slaves	W
Tumultuous ruin hurl'd	F
Meek SCIENCE too and TASTE refin'd	F
The grave with deathless flow'rs have dress'd	F
Of him whose virtue kindling mind	F
Their ev'ry charm supremely bless'd	F
Who trac'd the mazy warblings of the lyre	M
With all a critic's art and all a poet's fire	M
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Where is the bard in these degen'rate days	O
To whom the muse the blissful meed awards	X
Again the dithyrambic song to raise	O
And strike the golden harp's responsive chords	X
Be his alone the song to swell	A
The all transcendent praise to tell	A
Of yon immortal form	Y
That bursting through the veil of years	Z
In changeless majesty appears	Z
Bright as the sun beams thro' the scatt'ring storm	Y
What countless charms around her rise	A2
What dazzling splendor sparkles in her eyes	A2
On her radiant brow enshrin'd	F
MINERVA's beauty blends with JUNO's grace	N
The matchless virtues of her godlike mind	F
Are stamp'd conspicuous on her angel face	N
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Hail sacred shade to NaATURE dear	M
Though sorrow clos'd thy bright career	M
Though clouds obscur'd thy setting day	F
Thy fame shall never pass away	F
Long shall the mind's unfading gaze	O
Retrace thy pow'r's meridian blaze	O
When o'er ARABIAN deserts vast and wild	F
And EGYPT s land where REASON's wakeful eye	-
First on the birth of ART and SCIENCE smil'd	F
And bade the shades of mental darkness fly	-
And o'er ASSYRIA's many peopled plains	B2
By Justice led thy conqu'ring armies pour'd	F
When humbled nations kiss'd thy silken chains	B2
Or fled dismay'd from zABDAS ' victor sword	F
Yet vain the hope to share the purple robe	C2
Or snatch from ROMAN arms the empire of the globe	C2
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VIII	-
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Along the wild and wasted plain	J
His veteran bands the ROMAN monarch led	F
And rolled his burning wheels o'er heaps of slain	J
The prowling chacal heard afar	M
The devastating yell of war	M
And rush'd with gloomy howl to banquet on the dead	F
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IX	B2
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For succour to PALMYRA's walls	B2
Her trembling subjects fled confounded	F
But wide amid her regal halls	B2
The whirling fires resounded	F
Onward the hostile legions pour'd	F
Nor beauteous youth nor helpless age	D2
Nor female charms by savage breasts ador'd	F
Could check the ROMAN's barb'rous rage	D2
Or blunt the murd'rous sword	F
Loud long and fierce the voice of slaughter roar'd	F
The night shades fell the work of death was o'er	M
PALMYRA's sun had set to rise no more	M
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X	B2
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What mystic form uncouth and dread	F
With wither'd cheek and hoary head	F
Swift as the death fire cleaves the sky	-
Swept on sounding pinions by	-
'Twas TIME I know the FOE OF KINGS	B2
His scythe and sand and eagle wings	B2
He cast a burning look around	F
And wav'd his bony hand and frown'd	F
Far from the spectre's scowl of fire	M
FANCY's feeble forms retire	M
Her air born phantoms melt away	F
Like stars before the rising day	F
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XI	B2
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Yes all are flown	K
I stand alone	K
At ev'ning's calm and pensive hour	M
Mid wasted domes	B2
And mould'ring tombs	B2
The wrecks of vanity and pow'r	M
One shadowy tint enwraps the plain	J
No form is near no sounds intrude	F
To break the melancholy reign	J
Of silence and of solitude	F
How oft in scenes like these since TIME began	E2
With downcast eye has CONTEMPLATION trod	F
Far from the haunts of FOLLY VICE and MAN	E2
To hold sublime communion with her GOD	F
How oft in scenes like these the pensive sage	D2
Has mourn'd the hand of FATE severely just	F
WAR's wasteful course and DEATH's unsparing rage	D2
And dark OBLIVION frowning in the dust	F
Has mark'd the tombs that king's o'erthrown declare	M
Just wept their fall and sunk to join them there	M
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XII	B2
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In yon proud fane majestic in decay	F
How oft of old the swelling hymn arose	B2
In loud thanksgiving to the LORD OF DAY	F
Or pray'r for vengeance on triumphant foes	B2
'Twas there ere yet AURELIAN's hand	F
Had kindled Ruin's smould'ring brand	F
As slowly mov'd the sacred choir	M
Around the altar's rising fire	M
The priest with wild and glowing eye	-
Bade the flow'r bound victim die	-
And while he fed the incense flame	T
With many a holy mystery	B2
Prophetic inspiration came	T
To teach th' impending destiny	B2
And shook his venerable frame	T
With most portentous augury	B2
In notes of anguish deep and slow	A
He told the coming hour of woe	A
The youths and maids with terror pale	A
In breathless torture heard the tale	A
And silence hung	C
On ev'ry tongue	C
While thus the voice prophetic rung	C
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XIII	B2
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Whence was the hollow scream of fear	B2
Whose tones appall'd my shrinking ear	B2
Whence was the modulated cry	B2
That seem'd to swell and hasten by	B2
What sudden blaze illum'd the night	F
Ha 'twas DESTRUCTION's meteor light	F
Whence was the whirlwind's eddying breath	F2
Ha 'twas the fiery blast of DEATH	F2
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XIV	-
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See the mighty God of Battle	A
Spreads abroad his crimson train	J
Discord's myriad voices rattle	A
O'er the terror shaken plain	J
Banners stream and helmets glare	B2
Show'ring arrows hiss in air	B2
Echoing through the darken'd skies	B2
Wildly mingling murmurs rise	B2
The	G2