Ode, Written On The Night Of The Illuminations For Lord Howe's Victory On 1st June, 1793 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDDEEFFGH IGJGKKLGLGMNDNOOPP QBBQMMRRSTCTSU RRVRRVWWXXSKKSYY ZA2ZA2YYB2B2C2D2NNRR RRRRE2E2| Whence the shouts of public joy | A |
| Whence the galaxies of light | B |
| That strike the deafen'd ear | C |
| That charm the dazzled sight | B |
| While Night arrested in her highest way | D |
| Stands wondering at the scene and doubtful of her sway | D |
| Hark Fame exalts her voice | E |
| 'Britannia triumphs let her sons rejoice | E |
| The Gallic Foe that dared her vengeance brave | F |
| Lies whelm'd in death beneath the blood stain'd wave | F |
| Britannia thunder'd o'er the rebel main | G |
| His distant billows heard and own'd her awful reign ' | H |
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| Be hush'd my soul in still amazement mourn | I |
| O fly the giddy train | G |
| From their inhuman transports turn | J |
| With pity with disdain | G |
| Strip strip from Victory the fair disguise | K |
| And let her own dire form appal thine eyes | K |
| Ah mark her triumphs in yon hideous scene | L |
| Myriads of brother men untimely slain | G |
| Hear the deep groan survey the dying mien | L |
| Convulsed with agonies of pain | G |
| And hark what cries of wretchedness resound | M |
| Throughout the troubled air | N |
| Widows and Orphans doom'd a helpless prey | D |
| To famine and despair | N |
| And does ambition glory Oh the shame | O |
| The direful outrage to the human name | O |
| Nature herself is moved the blushing stars retire | P |
| And sudden storms denounce high heaven's awaken'd ire | P |
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| See the black firmament divide | Q |
| The almighty sword with heavenly lustre bright | B |
| Flashes on the sight | B |
| Terrific glory dazzling mortal pride | Q |
| The parted concave closes while around | M |
| Deep rushing peals resound | M |
| Scatter the clouds in airy tempest hurl'd | R |
| And shake the solid pillars of the world | R |
| As breathing from the tomb | S |
| A death like stillness reigns | T |
| Save that in Fancy's jealous ear | C |
| A sad prophetic breeze complains | T |
| Of some impending doom | S |
| While every soul is lost in vacancy and fear | U |
| - | |
| Now while Ambition lies in sleep unblest | R |
| Portentous visions haunt his guilty breast | R |
| Borne on a trophied car sublime he goes | V |
| Amid the gazing crowd | R |
| Who shout his triumphs loud | R |
| With haughty bliss his flatter'd spirit glows | V |
| Sudden deserted and alone | W |
| Confused alarm'd in dreary shades unknown | W |
| He hears the wild waves beat the shore | X |
| The din of battle roar | X |
| 'Tis silence frowning vengeful from the gloom | S |
| Before his shrinking eyes | K |
| Unnumber'd spectres rise | K |
| Point to their bleeding wounds and sternly curse their doom | S |
| The conscious Murderer starts the thunders roll | Y |
| And hell's dread chaos yawns on his despairing soul | Y |
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| But when the morn exerts her cheering power | Z |
| And guilt alarming darkness disappears | A2 |
| Wilt thou Ambition slight the warning hour | Z |
| And fondly strive to dissipate thy fears | A2 |
| Yet wilt thou dare fulfil | Y |
| The madness of thy will | Y |
| Kindle round earth the wasteful flames of strife | B2 |
| And glut the fiends of war with human life | B2 |
| Then mask with glory's name thy murderous cause | C2 |
| While fond deluded mortals shout applause | D2 |
| Yet madly wilt thou dare | N |
| Devoted Wretch forbear | N |
| Cries of the living curses of the dead | R |
| Have claim'd thy destined head | R |
| And that same Power whose mighty hand | R |
| Once humbled thine aspiring flight | R |
| And hurl'd thee with thy rebel band | R |
| Down to the deeps of hell and night | R |
| Now warns no more that Power no longer spares | E2 |
| Thy sentence he hath fix'd thy fate he now prepares | E2 |
Thomas Oldham
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