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 huperbal | A |
| lonta chronon makar n | B |
| Pindar Hymn frag | C |
| - | |
| - | |
| Spirit of the days of yore | D |
| Thou who in thy haunted cave | E |
| By the torrent's sounding shore | D |
| Mark'st the autumnal tempest rave | E |
| Or where on some ivied wall | A |
| Twilight mingled moonbeams fall | A |
| Deep in aisles and cloisters dim | F |
| Hear'st the grey monks' verpser hymn | F |
| Or beneath the cypress shade | G |
| Where forgotten chiefs are laid | G |
| Pacing slow with solemn tread | H |
| Breathest the verse that wakes the dead | H |
| By the ivied convent lone | I |
| By the Runic warrior's stone | I |
| By the mountain cataract's roar | D |
| Spirit thee I seek no more | D |
| Let me remote from earthly care | J |
| Thy philosophic vigils share | J |
| Amid the wrecks of ancient time | K |
| More sad more solemn more sublime | K |
| Where half sunk in seas of sand | L |
| Thedmor's marble wastes expand | L |
| - | |
| These silent wrecks more eloquent than speech | M |
| Full many a tale of awful note impart | N |
| Truths more severe than bard or sage can teach | M |
| This pomp of ruin presses on the heart | N |
| Sad through the palm the evening breezes sigh | O |
| No sound of man the solitude pervades | P |
| Where shattered forms of ancient monarchs lie | O |
| Mid grass grown halls and falling colonnades | P |
| Beneath the drifting sand the clustering weed | Q |
| Rest the proud relics of departed power | R |
| None may the trophy cinctured tablet read | H |
| On votive urn or monumental tower | R |
| Nor tell whose wasted forms the mouldering tombs embower | R |
| - | |
| Enthusiast fancy robed in light | S |
| Dispels oblivion's deepening night | S |
| Her charms a solemn train unfold | T |
| Sublime on evening clouds of gold | T |
| Of sceptred kings in proud array | R |
| And laurelled chiefs and sages grey | R |
| But whose the forms oh fame declare | R |
| That crowd majestic on the air | R |
| Pour from thy deathless roll the praise | P |
| Of kings renowned in elder days | P |
| I call in vain The welcome strain | U |
| Of praise to them no more shall sound | V |
| Their actions bright must sleep in night | S |
| Till time shall cease his mystic round | V |
| The glories of their ancient sway | R |
| The stream of years has swept away | R |
| Their names that nations heard with fear | R |
| Shall ring no more on mortal ear | R |
| Yet still the muse's eye may trace | P |
| The noblest chief of Thedmor's race | P |
| Who by Euphrates' startling waves | P |
| Bade outraged Rome her prostrate might unfold | T |
| Tore from the brow of Persia's pride | W |
| The wreath in crimson victory dyed | W |
| And o'er his flying slaves | P |
| Tumultuous ruin rolled | T |
| Throned by his side a lovely form | X |
| In youthful majesty sublime | K |
| Like sun beams through the scattering storm | X |
| Shines through the floating mists of time | K |
| Even as in other years she shone | I |
| When here she fixed her desert throne | I |
| Triumphant in the transient smiles of fate | Y |
| When Zabdas led her conquering bands | P |
| O'er Asia's many peopled lands | P |
| And subject monarchs thronged her palace gate | Y |
| Ere yet stern war's avenging storm | X |
| Captivity's dejected form | X |
| And death in solitude and darkness furled | Y |
| Closed round the setting star that ruled the eastern world | Y |
| - | |
| Dim shades around her move again | B |
| From memory blotted by the lapse of years | P |
| Yet foremost in the sacred train | U |
| The venerable sage appears | P |
| Who once these desolate arcades | P |
| And time worn porticoes among | C |
| Disclosed to princely youths and high born maids | P |
| The secret fountains of M onian song | C |
| And traced the mazy warblings of the lyre | R |
| With all a critic's art and all a poet's fire | R |
| - | |
| What mystic form uncouth and dread | Y |
| With withered cheek and hoary head | Y |
| Swift as the death fire cleaves the sky | O |
| Swept on sounding pinions by | O |
| 'Twas Time I know the foe of kings | P |
| His scythe and sand and eagle wings | P |
| He cast a burning look around | Y |
| And waved his bony hand and frowned | Y |
| Far from the spectre's scowl of fire | R |
| Fancy's feeble forms retire | R |
| Her air born phantoms melt away | R |
| Like stars before the rising day | R |
| - | |
| - | |
| One shadowy tint enwraps the plain | U |
| No form is near no steps intrude | Y |
| To break the melancholy reign | U |
| Of silence and of solitude | Y |
| Ah little thought the wealthy proud | Y |
| When rosy pleasure laughed aloud | Y |
| And music with symphonious swell | A |
| Attuned to joy her festal shell | A |
| That here amid their ancient land | Y |
| The wanderer of the distant days | P |
| Should mark with sorrow clouded gaze | P |
| The mighty wilderness of sand | Y |
| While not a sound should meet his ear | R |
| Save of the desert gales that sweep | Z |
| In modulated murmurs deep | Z |
| The wasted graves above | A2 |
| Of those who once had revelled here | R |
| In happiness and love | A2 |
| - | |
| Short is the space to man assigned | Y |
| His earthly vale to tread | Y |
| He wanders erring weak and blind | Y |
| By adverse passions led | Y |
| Love that with feeling's tenderest flow | A |
| To rapture turns divided woe | A |
| And brightens every smile of fate | Y |
| That kindred souls participate | Y |
| Jealousy whose poisonous breath | B2 |
| Blasts affection's opening bud | Y |
| Wild despair that laughs in death | B2 |
| Stern revenge that bathes in blood | Y |
| Fear that his form in darkness shrouds | P |
| And trembles at the whispering air | R |
| And hope that pictures on the clouds | P |
| Celestial visions false but fair | R |
| - | |
| From the earliest twilight ray | R |
| That marked creation's natal day | R |
| Till yesterday's declining fire | R |
| Thus still have rolled perplexed by strife | C2 |
| he many mingling wheels of life | C2 |
| And still shall roll till time's last beams expire | R |
| And thus in every age in every clime | X |
| While years swift circling fly | O |
| The varying deeds that mark the present time | X |
| Will be but shadows of the days gone by | O |
| - | |
| Swift as the meteor's midnight course | P |
| Swift as the cataract's headlong force | P |
| Swift as the clouds whose changeful forms | P |
| Hang on the rear of flying storms | P |
| So swift is Time's colossal stride | Y |
| Above the wrecks of human pride | Y |
| These temples awful in decay | R |
| Whose ancient splendor half endures | P |
| These arches dim in parting day | R |
| These dust defiled entablatures | P |
| These shafts whose prostrate pride around | Y |
| The desert weed entwines its wreath | D2 |
| These capitals that strew the ground | Y |
| Their shattered colonnades beneath | D2 |
| These pillars white in lengthening files | P |
| Grey tombs and broken peristyles | P |
| May yet through many an age retain | U |
| The pomp of Thedmor's wasted reign | U |
| But Time still shakes with giant tread | Y |
| The marble city of the dead | Y |
| That crushed at last a shapeless heap | Z |
| Beneath the drifted sands shall sleep | Z |
| - | |
| The flower that drinks the morning dew | Y |
| Far on the evening gale shall fly | O |
| The bark that glides o'er ocean blue | Y |
| Dashed on the distant rocks shall lie | O |
| The tower that frowns in martial pride | Y |
| Shall by the lightning brand be riven | E2 |
| The arch that spans the summer tide | Y |
| Shall down the wintry floods be driven | E2 |
| The tomb that guards the great one's name | X |
| Shall yield to time its sacred trust | Y |
| The laurel of imperial fame | X |
| Shall wither in unwatered dust | Y |
| His mantle dark oblivion flings | P |
| Around the monuments of kings | P |
| Who once to conquest shouting myriads bore | R |
| Fame's trumpet blast and victory's clarion shrill | A |
| Pass like an echo of the hill | A |
| That breathes one wild response and then is heard no more | R |
| - | |
| But ne'er shall earthly time throw down | F2 |
| The immortal pile that virtue rears | P |
| Her golden throne and starry crown | F2 |
| Decay not with revolving years | P |
| For He whose solemn voice controlled | Y |
| Necessity's mysterious sway | R |
| And yon vast orbs from chaos rolled | Y |
| Along the elliptic paths of day | R |
| Has fixed her empire vast and high | O |
| Where primogenial harmony | G2 |
| Unites in ever cloudless skies | P |
| Affection's death divided ties | P |
| Where wisdom with unwearying gaze | P |
| The universal scheme surveys | P |
| And truth in central light enshrined | Y |
| Leads to its source sublime the indissoluble mind | Y |
Thomas Love Peacock
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About Palmyra (2nd Edition)
Palmyra (2nd Edition) is a poem by Thomas Love Peacock. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
Write your comment about Palmyra (2nd Edition) poem by Thomas Love Peacock
Best Poems of Thomas Love Peacock
