Rhymes On The Road. Extract Xiv. Rome Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Fragment of a Dream The great Painters supposed to be Magicians The Beginnings of the Art Gildings on the Glories and Draperies Improvements under Giotto etc The first Dawn of the true Style in Masaccio Studied by all the great Artists who followed him Leonardo da Vinci with whom commenced the Golden Age of Painting His Knowledge of Mathematics and of Music His female heads all like each other Triangular Faces Portraits of Mona Lisa etc Picture of Vanity and Modesty His chef d'oeuvre the Last Supper Faded and almost effaced	A
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Filled with the wonders I had seen	B
In Rome's stupendous shrines and halls	C
I felt the veil of sleep serene	B
Come o'er the memory of each scene	B
As twilight o'er the landscape falls	C
Nor was it slumber sound and deep	D
But such as suits a poet's rest	A
That sort of thin transparent sleep	D
Thro' which his day dreams shine the best	A
Methought upon a plain I stood	A
Where certain wondrous men 'twas said	A
With strange miraculous power endued	A
Were coming each in turn to shed	A
His art's illusions o'er the sight	A
And call up miracles of light	A
The sky above this lonely place	E
Was of that cold uncertain hue	F
The canvas wears ere warmed apace	E
Its bright creation dawns to view	F
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But soon a glimmer from the east	A
Proclaimed the first enchantments nigh	G
And as the feeble light increased	A
Strange figures moved across the sky	G
With golden glories deckt and streaks	H
Of gold among their garments' dyes	I
And life's resemblance tinged their cheeks	H
But naught of life was in their eyes	I
Like the fresh painted Dead one meets	J
Borne slow along Rome's mournful streets	J
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But soon these figures past away	K
And forms succeeded to their place	E
With less of gold in their array	K
But shining with more natural grace	E
And all could see the charming wands	L
Had past into more gifted hands	M
Among these visions there was one	N
Surpassing fair on which the sun	N
That instant risen a beam let fall	O
Which thro' the dusky twilight trembled	A
And reached at length the spot where all	O
Those great magicians stood assembled	A
And as they turned their heads to view	F
The shining lustre I could trace	E
The bright varieties it threw	F
On each uplifted studying face	E
While many a voice with loud acclaim	P
Called forth Masaccio as the name	P
Of him the Enchanter who had raised	A
This miracle on which all gazed	A
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'Twas daylight now the sun had risen	N
From out the dungeon of old Night	A
Like the Apostle from his prison	N
Led by the Angel's hand of light	A
And as the fetters when that ray	K
Of glory reached them dropt away	K
So fled the clouds at touch of day	K
Just then a bearded sage came forth	Q
Who oft in thoughtful dream would stand	A
To trace upon the dusky earth	R
Strange learned figures with his wand	A
And oft he took the silver lute	A
His little page behind him bore	S
And waked such music as when mute	A
Left in the soul a thirst for more	S
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Meanwhile his potent spells went on	T
And forms and faces that from out	A
A depth of shadow mildly shone	U
Were in the soft air seen about	A
Tho' thick as midnight stars they beamed	A
Yet all like living sisters seemed	A
So close in every point resembling	V
Each other's beauties from the eyes	I
Lucid as if thro' crystal trembling	V
Yet soft as if suffused with sighs	I
To the long fawn like mouth and chin	W
Lovelily tapering less and less	X
Till by this very charm's excess	X
Like virtue on the verge of sin	W
It touched the bounds of ugliness	Y
Here lookt as when they lived the shades	Z
Of some of Arno's dark eyed maids	Z
Such maids as should alone live on	T
In dreams thus when their charms are gone	A2
Some Mona Lisa on whose eyes	I
A painter for whole years might gaze	B2
Nor find in all his pallet's dyes	I
One that could even approach their blaze	B2
Here float two spirit shapes the one	N
With her white fingers to the sun	N
Outspread as if to ask his ray	K
Whether it e'er had chanced to play	K
On lilies half so fair as they	K
This self pleased nymph was Vanity	A
And by her side another smiled	A
In form as beautiful as she	A
But with that air subdued and mild	A
That still reserve of purity	A
Which is to beauty like the haze	B2
Of evening to some sunny view	F
Softening such charms as it displays	B2
And veiling others in that hue	F
Which fancy only can see thro'	K
This phantom nymph who could she be	A
But the bright Spirit Modesty	A
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Long did the learned enchanter stay	K
To weave his spells and still there past	A
As in the lantern's shifting play	K
Group after group in close array	K
Each fairer grander than the last	A
But the great triumph of his power	K
Was yet to come gradual and slow	C2
As all that is ordained to tower	K
Among the works of man must grow	C2
The sacred vision stole to view	F
In that half light half shadow shown	U
Which gives to even the gayest hue	F
A sobered melancholy tone	U
It was a vision of that last	A
Sorrowful night which Jesus past	A
With his disciples when he said	A
Mournfully to them I shall be	A
Betrayed by one who here hath fed	A
This night at the same board with me	A
And tho' the Saviour in the dream	D2
Spoke not these words we saw them beam	D2
Legibly in his eyes so well	E2
The great magician workt his spell	E2
And read in every thoughtful line	F2
Imprinted on that brow divine	F2
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The meek the tender nature grieved	A
Not angered to be thus deceived	A
Celestial love requited ill	G2
For all its care yet loving still	G2
Deep deep regret that there should fall	O
From man's deceit so foul a blight	A
Upon that parting hour and all	O
His Spirit must have felt that night	A
Who soon to die for human kind	A
Thought only mid his mortal pain	H2
How many a soul was left behind	A
For whom he died that death in vain	H2
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Such was the heavenly scene alas	I2
That scene so bright so soon should pass	I2
But pictured on the humid air	K
Its tints ere long grew languid there	K
And storms came on that cold and rough	J2
Scattered its gentlest glories all	O
As when the baffling winds blow off	K2
The hues that hang o'er Terni's fall	O
Till one by one the vision's beams	L2
Faded away and soon it fled	A
To join those other vanisht dreams	L2
That now flit palely 'mong the dead	A
The shadows of those shades that go	C2
Around Oblivion's lake below	C2

Thomas Moore

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