Palmyra (2nd Edition) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABC DEDEAAFFGGHHIIDDJJKK LL MNMNOPOPQRHRR SSTTRRRRPPUVSVRRRRPP PTWWPTXKXKIIYPPYXXYY BPUPPCPCRR YYOOPPYYRRRR UYUYYYAAYPPYRZZA2RA2 YYYYAAYYB2YB2YPRPR RRRC2C2RXOXO PPPPYYRPRPYD2YD2PPUU YYZZ YOYOYE2YE2XYXYPPRAAR F2PF2PYRYROG2PPPPYY

anankta ton pant n huperbalA
lonta chronon makar nB
Pindar Hymn fragC
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Spirit of the days of yoreD
Thou who in thy haunted caveE
By the torrent's sounding shoreD
Mark'st the autumnal tempest raveE
Or where on some ivied wallA
Twilight mingled moonbeams fallA
Deep in aisles and cloisters dimF
Hear'st the grey monks' verpser hymnF
Or beneath the cypress shadeG
Where forgotten chiefs are laidG
Pacing slow with solemn treadH
Breathest the verse that wakes the deadH
By the ivied convent loneI
By the Runic warrior's stoneI
By the mountain cataract's roarD
Spirit thee I seek no moreD
Let me remote from earthly careJ
Thy philosophic vigils shareJ
Amid the wrecks of ancient timeK
More sad more solemn more sublimeK
Where half sunk in seas of sandL
Thedmor's marble wastes expandL
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These silent wrecks more eloquent than speechM
Full many a tale of awful note impartN
Truths more severe than bard or sage can teachM
This pomp of ruin presses on the heartN
Sad through the palm the evening breezes sighO
No sound of man the solitude pervadesP
Where shattered forms of ancient monarchs lieO
Mid grass grown halls and falling colonnadesP
Beneath the drifting sand the clustering weedQ
Rest the proud relics of departed powerR
None may the trophy cinctured tablet readH
On votive urn or monumental towerR
Nor tell whose wasted forms the mouldering tombs embowerR
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Enthusiast fancy robed in lightS
Dispels oblivion's deepening nightS
Her charms a solemn train unfoldT
Sublime on evening clouds of goldT
Of sceptred kings in proud arrayR
And laurelled chiefs and sages greyR
But whose the forms oh fame declareR
That crowd majestic on the airR
Pour from thy deathless roll the praiseP
Of kings renowned in elder daysP
I call in vain The welcome strainU
Of praise to them no more shall soundV
Their actions bright must sleep in nightS
Till time shall cease his mystic roundV
The glories of their ancient swayR
The stream of years has swept awayR
Their names that nations heard with fearR
Shall ring no more on mortal earR
Yet still the muse's eye may traceP
The noblest chief of Thedmor's raceP
Who by Euphrates' startling wavesP
Bade outraged Rome her prostrate might unfoldT
Tore from the brow of Persia's prideW
The wreath in crimson victory dyedW
And o'er his flying slavesP
Tumultuous ruin rolledT
Throned by his side a lovely formX
In youthful majesty sublimeK
Like sun beams through the scattering stormX
Shines through the floating mists of timeK
Even as in other years she shoneI
When here she fixed her desert throneI
Triumphant in the transient smiles of fateY
When Zabdas led her conquering bandsP
O'er Asia's many peopled landsP
And subject monarchs thronged her palace gateY
Ere yet stern war's avenging stormX
Captivity's dejected formX
And death in solitude and darkness furledY
Closed round the setting star that ruled the eastern worldY
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Dim shades around her move againB
From memory blotted by the lapse of yearsP
Yet foremost in the sacred trainU
The venerable sage appearsP
Who once these desolate arcadesP
And time worn porticoes amongC
Disclosed to princely youths and high born maidsP
The secret fountains of M onian songC
And traced the mazy warblings of the lyreR
With all a critic's art and all a poet's fireR
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What mystic form uncouth and dreadY
With withered cheek and hoary headY
Swift as the death fire cleaves the skyO
Swept on sounding pinions byO
'Twas Time I know the foe of kingsP
His scythe and sand and eagle wingsP
He cast a burning look aroundY
And waved his bony hand and frownedY
Far from the spectre's scowl of fireR
Fancy's feeble forms retireR
Her air born phantoms melt awayR
Like stars before the rising dayR
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One shadowy tint enwraps the plainU
No form is near no steps intrudeY
To break the melancholy reignU
Of silence and of solitudeY
Ah little thought the wealthy proudY
When rosy pleasure laughed aloudY
And music with symphonious swellA
Attuned to joy her festal shellA
That here amid their ancient landY
The wanderer of the distant daysP
Should mark with sorrow clouded gazeP
The mighty wilderness of sandY
While not a sound should meet his earR
Save of the desert gales that sweepZ
In modulated murmurs deepZ
The wasted graves aboveA2
Of those who once had revelled hereR
In happiness and loveA2
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Short is the space to man assignedY
His earthly vale to treadY
He wanders erring weak and blindY
By adverse passions ledY
Love that with feeling's tenderest flowA
To rapture turns divided woeA
And brightens every smile of fateY
That kindred souls participateY
Jealousy whose poisonous breathB2
Blasts affection's opening budY
Wild despair that laughs in deathB2
Stern revenge that bathes in bloodY
Fear that his form in darkness shroudsP
And trembles at the whispering airR
And hope that pictures on the cloudsP
Celestial visions false but fairR
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From the earliest twilight rayR
That marked creation's natal dayR
Till yesterday's declining fireR
Thus still have rolled perplexed by strifeC2
he many mingling wheels of lifeC2
And still shall roll till time's last beams expireR
And thus in every age in every climeX
While years swift circling flyO
The varying deeds that mark the present timeX
Will be but shadows of the days gone byO
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Swift as the meteor's midnight courseP
Swift as the cataract's headlong forceP
Swift as the clouds whose changeful formsP
Hang on the rear of flying stormsP
So swift is Time's colossal strideY
Above the wrecks of human prideY
These temples awful in decayR
Whose ancient splendor half enduresP
These arches dim in parting dayR
These dust defiled entablaturesP
These shafts whose prostrate pride aroundY
The desert weed entwines its wreathD2
These capitals that strew the groundY
Their shattered colonnades beneathD2
These pillars white in lengthening filesP
Grey tombs and broken peristylesP
May yet through many an age retainU
The pomp of Thedmor's wasted reignU
But Time still shakes with giant treadY
The marble city of the deadY
That crushed at last a shapeless heapZ
Beneath the drifted sands shall sleepZ
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The flower that drinks the morning dewY
Far on the evening gale shall flyO
The bark that glides o'er ocean blueY
Dashed on the distant rocks shall lieO
The tower that frowns in martial prideY
Shall by the lightning brand be rivenE2
The arch that spans the summer tideY
Shall down the wintry floods be drivenE2
The tomb that guards the great one's nameX
Shall yield to time its sacred trustY
The laurel of imperial fameX
Shall wither in unwatered dustY
His mantle dark oblivion flingsP
Around the monuments of kingsP
Who once to conquest shouting myriads boreR
Fame's trumpet blast and victory's clarion shrillA
Pass like an echo of the hillA
That breathes one wild response and then is heard no moreR
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But ne'er shall earthly time throw downF2
The immortal pile that virtue rearsP
Her golden throne and starry crownF2
Decay not with revolving yearsP
For He whose solemn voice controlledY
Necessity's mysterious swayR
And yon vast orbs from chaos rolledY
Along the elliptic paths of dayR
Has fixed her empire vast and highO
Where primogenial harmonyG2
Unites in ever cloudless skiesP
Affection's death divided tiesP
Where wisdom with unwearying gazeP
The universal scheme surveysP
And truth in central light enshrinedY
Leads to its source sublime the indissoluble mindY

Thomas Love Peacock



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