Palmyra (1st Edition) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABC DCECFFFFFGHGIFFFI FFJKKJLFLFFFAAFMMF NFNFFOFOFPFPQQ I I RRSSTTFUHFJJFFFFFFVM I MMMFWWFFFFFMM OXOXAAYZZYA2A2FNFN MMFFOOF F B2FB2FC2C2 JFJMMF B2 B2FB2FFD2FD2FFMM B2 FF B2B2FFMMFF B2 KKMB2B2MJFJFE2FE2FD2 FD2FMM B2 FB2FB2FFMM TB2TB2TB2AAAACCC B2 B2B2B2B2FFF2F2 AJAJB2B2B2B2G2| anankta ton pant n huperbal | A |
| lonta chronon makar n | B |
| Pindar Hymn frag | C |
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| I | - |
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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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| VII | - |
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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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| 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 |
Thomas Love Peacock
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