The Pleasures Of Melancholy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPPPPP PEPQRPSPTUCVQWPGXYZA 2PB2C2D2E2F2G2H2PUI2 VJ2K2L2M2N2L2PO2P2CP PXSQ2D2YPR2YPPD2YS2Y T2MPYU2V2PK2W2E2X2YY 2YP2YPYZ2D2YPPPR2PPE 2C2YQA3YB3C3YD3C3EPP YPWYYYPE3YPYF3YYPF3P G3H3D2PPYR2PPYYD2I3P YPJ3ANYB3YPYPYK3PPL3 Z2YPYYYUNPYYYMother of musings Contemplation sage | A |
Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock | B |
Of Teneriffe 'mid the tempestuous night | C |
On which in calmest meditation held | D |
Thou hear'st with howling winds the beating rain | E |
And drifting hail descend or if the skies | F |
Unclouded shine and through the blue serene | G |
Pale Cynthia rolls her silver axled car | H |
Whence gazing steadfast on the spangled vault | I |
Raptured thou sitt'st while murmurs indistinct | J |
Of distant billows soothe thy pensive ear | K |
With hoarse and hollow sounds secure self blest | L |
There oft thou listen'st to the wild uproar | M |
Of fleets encount'ring that in whispers low | N |
Ascends the rocky summit where thou dwell'st | O |
Remote from man conversing with the spheres | P |
O lead me queen sublime to solemn glooms | P |
Congenial with my soul to cheerless shades | P |
To ruin'd seats to twilight cells and bowers | P |
Where thoughtful Melancholy loves to muse | P |
Her favorite midnight haunts The laughing scenes | P |
Of purple Spring where all the wanton train | E |
Of Smiles and Graces seem to lead the dance | P |
In sportive round while from their hands they shower | Q |
Ambrosial blooms and flowers no longer charm | R |
Tempe no more I court thy balmy breeze | P |
Adieu green vales Ye broider'd meads adieu | S |
Beneath yon ruin'd abbey's moss grown piles | P |
Oft let me sit at twilight hour of eve | T |
Where through some western window the pale moon | U |
Pours her long levell'd rule of streaming light | C |
While sullen sacred silence reigns around | V |
Save the lone screech owl's note who builds his bower | Q |
Amid the mould'ring caverns dark and damp | W |
Or the calm breeze that rustles in the leaves | P |
Of flaunting ivy that with mantle green | G |
Invests some wasted tower Or let me tread | X |
Its neighb'ring walk of pines where mus'd of old | Y |
The cloister'd brothers thro' the gloomy void | Z |
That far extends beneath their ample arch | A2 |
As on I pace religious horror wraps | P |
My soul in dread repose But when the world | B2 |
Is clad in Midnight's raven colour'd robe | C2 |
'Mid hollow charnel let me watch the flame | D2 |
Of taper dim shedding a livid glare | E2 |
O'er the wan heaps while airy voices talk | F2 |
Along the glimm'ring walls or ghostly shape | G2 |
At distance seen invites with beck'ning hand | H2 |
My lonesome steps thro' the far winding vaults | P |
Nor undelightful is the solemn noon | U |
Of night when haply wakeful from my couch | I2 |
I start lo all is motionless around | V |
Roars not the rushing wind the sons of men | J2 |
And every beast in mute oblivion lie | K2 |
All nature's hush'd in silence and in sleep | L2 |
O then how fearful is it to reflect | M2 |
That thro' the still globe's awful solitude | N2 |
No being wakes but me till stealing sleep | L2 |
My drooping temples bathes in opiate dews | P |
Nor then let dreams of wanton folly born | O2 |
My senses lead thro' flow'ry paths of joy | P2 |
But let the sacred Genius of the night | C |
Such mystic visions send as Spenser saw | P |
When thro' bewild'ring Fancy's magic maze | P |
To the fell house of Busyrane he led | X |
Th' unshaken Britomart or Milton knew | S |
When in abstracted thought he first conceiv'd | Q2 |
All heav'n in tumult and the Seraphim | D2 |
Come tow'ring arm'd in adamant and gold | Y |
Let others love soft Summer's evening smiles | P |
As listening to the distant waterfall | R2 |
They mark the blushes of the streaky west' | Y |
I choose the pale December's foggy glooms | P |
Then when the sullen shades of evening close | P |
Where through the room a blindly glimmering gleam | D2 |
They dying embers scatter far remote | Y |
From Mirth's mad shouts that through th' illumined roof | S2 |
Resound with festive echo let me sit | Y |
Blest with the lowly cricket's drowsy dirge | T2 |
Then let my thought contemplative explore | M |
This fleeting state of things the vain delights | P |
The fruitless toils that still our search elude | Y |
As through the wilderness of life we rove | U2 |
This sober hour of silence will unmask | V2 |
False Folly's smile that like the dazzling spells | P |
Of wily Comus cheat th' unweeting eye | K2 |
With blear illusion and persuade to drink | W2 |
That charmed cup which Reason's mintage fair | E2 |
Unmoulds and stamps the monster on the man | X2 |
Eager we taste but in the luscious draught | Y |
Forget the poisonous dregs that lurk beneath | Y2 |
Few know that elegance of soul refin'd | Y |
Whose soft sensation feels a quicker joy | P2 |
From Melancholy's scenes than the dull pride | Y |
Of tasteless splendour and magnificence | P |
Can e'er afford Thus Eloise whose mind | Y |
Had languish'd to the pangs of melting love | Z2 |
More genuine transport found as on some tomb | D2 |
Reclin'd she watch'd the tapers of the dead | Y |
Or thro' the pillar'd aisles amid pale shrines | P |
Of imag'd saints and intermingled graves | P |
Mus'd a veil'd votaress than Flavia feels | P |
As thro' the mazes of the festive ball | R2 |
Proud of her conquering charms and beauty's blaze | P |
She floats amid the silken sons of dress | P |
And shines the fairest of th' assembled fair | E2 |
When azure noontide cheers the daedal globe | C2 |
And the blest regent of the golden day | Y |
Rejoices in his bright meridian tower | Q |
How oft my wishes ask the night's return | A3 |
That best befriends the melancholy mind | Y |
Hail sacred Night thou too shalt share my song | B3 |
Sister of ebon scepter'd Hecate hail | C3 |
Whether in congregated clouds thou wrapp'st | Y |
Thy viewless chariot or with silver crown | D3 |
Thy beaming head encirclest ever hail | C3 |
What though beneath thy gloom the sorceress train | E |
Far in obscured haunt of Lapland moors | P |
With rhymes uncouth the bloody caldron bless | P |
Though Murder wan beneath thy shrouding shade | Y |
Summons her slow eyed votaries to devise | P |
Of secret slaughter while by one blue lamp | W |
In hideous conference sits the listening band | Y |
And start at each low wind or wakeful sound | Y |
What though thy stay the pilgrim curseth oft | Y |
As all benighted in Arabian wastes | P |
He hears the wilderness around him howl | E3 |
With roaming monsters while on his hoar head | Y |
The black descending tempest ceaseless beats | P |
Yet more delightful to my pensive mind | Y |
Is thy return than blooming morn's approach | F3 |
E'en then in youthful pride of opening May | Y |
When from the portals of the saffron east | Y |
She sheds fresh roses and ambrosial dews | P |
Yet not ungrateful is the morn's approach | F3 |
When dropping wet she comes and clad in clouds | P |
While through the damp air scowls the lowering south | G3 |
Blackening the landscape's face that grove and hill | H3 |
In formless vapours undistinguish'd swim | D2 |
Th' afflicted of the sadden'd groves | P |
Hail not the sullen gloom the waving elms | P |
That hoar through time and ranged in thick array | Y |
Enclose with stately row some rural hall | R2 |
Are mute nor echo with the clamours hoarse | P |
Of rooks rejoicing on their airy boughs | P |
While to the shed the dripping poultry crowd | Y |
A mournful train secure the village hind | Y |
Hangs o'er the crackling blaze nor tempts the storm | D2 |
Fix'd in unfinish'd furrow furrow rests the plough | I3 |
Rings not the high wood with enliven'd shouts | P |
Of early hunter all is silence drear | Y |
And deeptest saness wraps the face of things | P |
Thro' Pope's soft song tho' all the Graces breathe | J3 |
And happiest art adorn his Attic page | A |
Yet does my mind with sweeter transport glow | N |
As at the root of mossy trunk reclin'd | Y |
In magic Spenser's wildly warbled song | B3 |
I see deserted Una wander wide | Y |
Thro' wasteful solitudes and lurid heaths | P |
Weary forlorn than when the fated fair | Y |
Upon the bosom bright of silver Thames | P |
Launches in all the lustre of brocade | Y |
Amid the splendours of the laughing Sun | K3 |
The gay description palls upon the sense | P |
And coldly strikes the mind with feeble bliss | P |
Ye youths of Albion's beauty blooming isle | L3 |
Whose brows have worn the wreath of luckless love | Z2 |
Is there a pleasure like the pensive mood | Y |
Whose magic wont to soothe your soften'd souls | P |
O tell how rapturous the joy to melt | Y |
To Melody's assuasive voice to bend | Y |
Th' uncertain step along the midnight mead | Y |
And pour your sorrows to the pitying moon | U |
By many a slow trill from the bird of woe | N |
Oft interrupted in embowering woods | P |
By darksome brook to muse and there forget | Y |
The solemn dulness of the tedious world | Y |
While Fancy grasps the visionary fair | Y |
Thomas Warton Jr.
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