The Pleasures Of Melancholy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Mother of musings Contemplation sageA
Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rockB
Of Teneriffe 'mid the tempestuous nightC
On which in calmest meditation heldD
Thou hear'st with howling winds the beating rainE
And drifting hail descend or if the skiesF
Unclouded shine and through the blue sereneG
Pale Cynthia rolls her silver axled carH
Whence gazing steadfast on the spangled vaultI
Raptured thou sitt'st while murmurs indistinctJ
Of distant billows soothe thy pensive earK
With hoarse and hollow sounds secure self blestL
There oft thou listen'st to the wild uproarM
Of fleets encount'ring that in whispers lowN
Ascends the rocky summit where thou dwell'stO
Remote from man conversing with the spheresP
O lead me queen sublime to solemn gloomsP
Congenial with my soul to cheerless shadesP
To ruin'd seats to twilight cells and bowersP
Where thoughtful Melancholy loves to museP
Her favorite midnight haunts The laughing scenesP
Of purple Spring where all the wanton trainE
Of Smiles and Graces seem to lead the danceP
In sportive round while from their hands they showerQ
Ambrosial blooms and flowers no longer charmR
Tempe no more I court thy balmy breezeP
Adieu green vales Ye broider'd meads adieuS
Beneath yon ruin'd abbey's moss grown pilesP
Oft let me sit at twilight hour of eveT
Where through some western window the pale moonU
Pours her long levell'd rule of streaming lightC
While sullen sacred silence reigns aroundV
Save the lone screech owl's note who builds his bowerQ
Amid the mould'ring caverns dark and dampW
Or the calm breeze that rustles in the leavesP
Of flaunting ivy that with mantle greenG
Invests some wasted tower Or let me treadX
Its neighb'ring walk of pines where mus'd of oldY
The cloister'd brothers thro' the gloomy voidZ
That far extends beneath their ample archA2
As on I pace religious horror wrapsP
My soul in dread repose But when the worldB2
Is clad in Midnight's raven colour'd robeC2
'Mid hollow charnel let me watch the flameD2
Of taper dim shedding a livid glareE2
O'er the wan heaps while airy voices talkF2
Along the glimm'ring walls or ghostly shapeG2
At distance seen invites with beck'ning handH2
My lonesome steps thro' the far winding vaultsP
Nor undelightful is the solemn noonU
Of night when haply wakeful from my couchI2
I start lo all is motionless aroundV
Roars not the rushing wind the sons of menJ2
And every beast in mute oblivion lieK2
All nature's hush'd in silence and in sleepL2
O then how fearful is it to reflectM2
That thro' the still globe's awful solitudeN2
No being wakes but me till stealing sleepL2
My drooping temples bathes in opiate dewsP
Nor then let dreams of wanton folly bornO2
My senses lead thro' flow'ry paths of joyP2
But let the sacred Genius of the nightC
Such mystic visions send as Spenser sawP
When thro' bewild'ring Fancy's magic mazeP
To the fell house of Busyrane he ledX
Th' unshaken Britomart or Milton knewS
When in abstracted thought he first conceiv'dQ2
All heav'n in tumult and the SeraphimD2
Come tow'ring arm'd in adamant and goldY
Let others love soft Summer's evening smilesP
As listening to the distant waterfallR2
They mark the blushes of the streaky west'Y
I choose the pale December's foggy gloomsP
Then when the sullen shades of evening closeP
Where through the room a blindly glimmering gleamD2
They dying embers scatter far remoteY
From Mirth's mad shouts that through th' illumined roofS2
Resound with festive echo let me sitY
Blest with the lowly cricket's drowsy dirgeT2
Then let my thought contemplative exploreM
This fleeting state of things the vain delightsP
The fruitless toils that still our search eludeY
As through the wilderness of life we roveU2
This sober hour of silence will unmaskV2
False Folly's smile that like the dazzling spellsP
Of wily Comus cheat th' unweeting eyeK2
With blear illusion and persuade to drinkW2
That charmed cup which Reason's mintage fairE2
Unmoulds and stamps the monster on the manX2
Eager we taste but in the luscious draughtY
Forget the poisonous dregs that lurk beneathY2
Few know that elegance of soul refin'dY
Whose soft sensation feels a quicker joyP2
From Melancholy's scenes than the dull prideY
Of tasteless splendour and magnificenceP
Can e'er afford Thus Eloise whose mindY
Had languish'd to the pangs of melting loveZ2
More genuine transport found as on some tombD2
Reclin'd she watch'd the tapers of the deadY
Or thro' the pillar'd aisles amid pale shrinesP
Of imag'd saints and intermingled gravesP
Mus'd a veil'd votaress than Flavia feelsP
As thro' the mazes of the festive ballR2
Proud of her conquering charms and beauty's blazeP
She floats amid the silken sons of dressP
And shines the fairest of th' assembled fairE2
When azure noontide cheers the daedal globeC2
And the blest regent of the golden dayY
Rejoices in his bright meridian towerQ
How oft my wishes ask the night's returnA3
That best befriends the melancholy mindY
Hail sacred Night thou too shalt share my songB3
Sister of ebon scepter'd Hecate hailC3
Whether in congregated clouds thou wrapp'stY
Thy viewless chariot or with silver crownD3
Thy beaming head encirclest ever hailC3
What though beneath thy gloom the sorceress trainE
Far in obscured haunt of Lapland moorsP
With rhymes uncouth the bloody caldron blessP
Though Murder wan beneath thy shrouding shadeY
Summons her slow eyed votaries to deviseP
Of secret slaughter while by one blue lampW
In hideous conference sits the listening bandY
And start at each low wind or wakeful soundY
What though thy stay the pilgrim curseth oftY
As all benighted in Arabian wastesP
He hears the wilderness around him howlE3
With roaming monsters while on his hoar headY
The black descending tempest ceaseless beatsP
Yet more delightful to my pensive mindY
Is thy return than blooming morn's approachF3
E'en then in youthful pride of opening MayY
When from the portals of the saffron eastY
She sheds fresh roses and ambrosial dewsP
Yet not ungrateful is the morn's approachF3
When dropping wet she comes and clad in cloudsP
While through the damp air scowls the lowering southG3
Blackening the landscape's face that grove and hillH3
In formless vapours undistinguish'd swimD2
Th' afflicted of the sadden'd grovesP
Hail not the sullen gloom the waving elmsP
That hoar through time and ranged in thick arrayY
Enclose with stately row some rural hallR2
Are mute nor echo with the clamours hoarseP
Of rooks rejoicing on their airy boughsP
While to the shed the dripping poultry crowdY
A mournful train secure the village hindY
Hangs o'er the crackling blaze nor tempts the stormD2
Fix'd in unfinish'd furrow furrow rests the ploughI3
Rings not the high wood with enliven'd shoutsP
Of early hunter all is silence drearY
And deeptest saness wraps the face of thingsP
Thro' Pope's soft song tho' all the Graces breatheJ3
And happiest art adorn his Attic pageA
Yet does my mind with sweeter transport glowN
As at the root of mossy trunk reclin'dY
In magic Spenser's wildly warbled songB3
I see deserted Una wander wideY
Thro' wasteful solitudes and lurid heathsP
Weary forlorn than when the fated fairY
Upon the bosom bright of silver ThamesP
Launches in all the lustre of brocadeY
Amid the splendours of the laughing SunK3
The gay description palls upon the senseP
And coldly strikes the mind with feeble blissP
Ye youths of Albion's beauty blooming isleL3
Whose brows have worn the wreath of luckless loveZ2
Is there a pleasure like the pensive moodY
Whose magic wont to soothe your soften'd soulsP
O tell how rapturous the joy to meltY
To Melody's assuasive voice to bendY
Th' uncertain step along the midnight meadY
And pour your sorrows to the pitying moonU
By many a slow trill from the bird of woeN
Oft interrupted in embowering woodsP
By darksome brook to muse and there forgetY
The solemn dulness of the tedious worldY
While Fancy grasps the visionary fairY

Thomas Warton Jr.



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