Prehlad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IJKJLMLM NONPQBQB RSRSTUTU VQVQWOWO XQXQQYQY ZQZQA2B2A2B2 C2D2C2D2QE2QE2 QF2QF2QG2QG2 QQQQBH2BH2 QI2QI2J2K2J2L2 M2N2M2N2O2P2O2Q2 H2VH2VVQVQ R2S2R2S2I2A2I2A2 QP2QQ2T2J2T2J2 QH2QH2Q2BP2B QU2QU2V2W2V2V O2X2O2X2I2Y2I2Y2 Z2A3Z2A3F2I2F2I2 B3QB3QY2Y2Y2Y2 Y2WY2C3D3QD3Q PQOQI2QI2Q Y2E3Y2F3G3I2G3I2 H3QH3QI3J3I3J3 Y2QY2QY2QY2Q I2C3I2C3QJ3QJ3 QK3QK3Z2S2Z2S2 QSQSSL3SL3 M3QM3QQN3QN3 O2J3O2J3O2Q2O2Q2 Y2QY2QO2QO2Q QS2QS2U2QU2Q O2Q2O2Q2O2HO2H O3Q2O3Q2QM3QM3 P3Y2P3Y2QQ2QQ2 Z2Q2Z2Q2Z2A2Z2A2 N3I2N3I2QO2QO2 QQ2QQ2O2QO2Q QQ2QQ2Q2Q2Q2Q2 Y2QY2QZ2Q3Z2Q3 Y2Y2Y2Y2QJ3QJ3 R3QHQO2J3O2J3 J3S3J3S3Q3Y2Q3Y2A terror both of gods and men | A |
Was Heerun Kasyapu the king | B |
No bear more sullen in its den | A |
No tiger quicker at the spring | B |
In strength of limb he had not met | C |
Since first his black flag he unfurled | D |
Nor in audacious courage yet | C |
His equal in the wide wide world | D |
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The holy Veds he tore in shreds | E |
Libations sacrifices rites | F |
He made all penal and the heads | E |
Of Bramins slain he flung to kites | F |
I hold the sceptre in my hand | G |
I sit upon the ivory throne | H |
Bow down to me 'tis my command | G |
And worship me and me alone | H |
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No god has ever me withstood | I |
Why raise ye altars cease your pains | J |
I shall protect you give you food | K |
If ye obey or else the chains | J |
Fled at such edicts self exiled | L |
The Bramins and the pundits wise | M |
To live thenceforth in forests wild | L |
Or caves in hills that touch the skies | M |
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In secret there they altars raised | N |
And made oblations due by fire | O |
Their gods their wonted gods they praised | N |
Lest these should earth destroy in ire | P |
They read the Veds they prayed and mused | Q |
Full well they knew that Time would bring | B |
For favours scorned and gifts misused | Q |
Undreamt of changes on his wing | B |
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Time changes deserts bare to meads | R |
And fertile meads to deserts bare | S |
Cities to pools and pools with reeds | R |
To towns and cities large and fair | S |
Time changes purple into rags | T |
And rags to purple Chime by chime | U |
Whether it flies or runs or drags | T |
The wise wait patiently on Time | U |
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Time brought the tyrant children four | V |
Rahd Onoorahd Prehlad Sunghrad | Q |
Who made his castle gray and hoar | V |
Once full of gloom with sunshine glad | Q |
No boys were e'er more beautiful | W |
No brothers e'er loved more each other | O |
No sons were e'er more dutiful | W |
Nor ever kissed a fonder mother | O |
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Nor less beloved were they of him | X |
Who gave them birth Kasyapu proud | Q |
But made by nature stern and grim | X |
His love was covered by a cloud | Q |
From which it rarely e'er emerged | Q |
To gladden these sweet human flowers | Y |
They grew apace and now Time urged | Q |
The education of their powers | Y |
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Who should their teacher be A man | Z |
Among the flatterers in the court | Q |
Was found well suited to the plan | Z |
The tyrant had devised Report | Q |
Gave him a wisdom owned by few | A2 |
And certainly to trim his sail | B2 |
And veer his bark none better knew | A2 |
Before a changing adverse gale | B2 |
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And Sonda Marco such his name | C2 |
Took home the four fair boys to teach | D2 |
All knowledge that their years became | C2 |
Science and war and modes of speech | D2 |
But he was told if death he feared | Q |
Never to tell them of the soul | E2 |
Of vows and prayers and rites revered | Q |
And of the gods who all control | E2 |
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The sciences the boys were taught | Q |
They mastered with a quickness strange | F2 |
But Prehlad was the one for thought | Q |
He soared above the lesson's range | F2 |
One day the tutor unseen heard | Q |
The boy discuss forbidden themes | G2 |
As if his inmost heart were stirred | Q |
And he of truth from heaven had gleams | G2 |
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O Prince what mean'st thou In his fright | Q |
The teacher thus in private said | Q |
Talk on such subjects is not right | Q |
Wouldst thou bring ruin on my head | Q |
There are no gods except the king | B |
The ruler of the world is he | H2 |
Look up to him and do not bring | B |
Destruction by a speech too free | H2 |
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Be wary for thy own sake child | Q |
If he should hear thee talking so | I2 |
Thou shalt for ever be exiled | Q |
And I shall die full well I know | I2 |
Worthy of worship honour praise | J2 |
Is thy great father Things unseen | K2 |
What are they Themes of poets' lays | J2 |
They are not and have never been | L2 |
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Smiling the boy with folded hands | M2 |
As sign of a submission meek | N2 |
Answered his tutor Thy commands | M2 |
Are ever precious Do not seek | N2 |
To lay upon me what I feel | O2 |
Would be unrighteous Let me hear | P2 |
Those inner voices that reveal | O2 |
Long vistas in another sphere | Q2 |
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The gods that rule the earth and sea | H2 |
Shall I abjure them and adore | V |
A man It may not may not be | H2 |
Though I should lie in pools of gore | V |
My conscience I would hurt no more | V |
But I shall follow what my heart | Q |
Tells me is right so I implore | V |
My purpose fixed no longer thwart | Q |
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The coward calls black white white black | R2 |
At bidding or in fear of death | S2 |
Such suppleness thank God I lack | R2 |
To die is but to lose my breath | S2 |
Is death annihilation No | I2 |
New worlds will open on my view | A2 |
When persecuted hence I go | I2 |
The right is right the true is true | A2 |
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All's over now the teacher thought | Q |
Now let this reach the monarch's ear | P2 |
And instant death shall be my lot | Q |
They parted he in abject fear | Q2 |
And soon he heard a choral song | T2 |
Sung by young voices in the praise | J2 |
Of gods unseen who right all wrong | T2 |
And rule the worlds from primal days | J2 |
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What progress have thy charges made | Q |
Let them be called that I may see | H2 |
And Sonda Marco brought as bade | Q |
His pupils to the royal knee | H2 |
Three passed the monarch's test severe | Q2 |
The fourth remained then spake the king | B |
Now Prehlad with attention hear | P2 |
I know thou hast the strongest wing | B |
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What is the cream of knowledge child | Q |
Which men take such great pains to learn | U2 |
With folded hands he answered mild | Q |
Listen O Sire To speak I yearn | U2 |
All sciences are nothing worth | V2 |
Astronomy that tracks the star | W2 |
Geography that maps the earth | V2 |
Logic and Politics and War | V |
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And Medicine that strives to heal | O2 |
But only aggravates disease | X2 |
All all are futile so I feel | O2 |
For me O father none of these | X2 |
That is true knowledge which can show | I2 |
The glory of the living gods | Y2 |
Divest of pride make men below | I2 |
Humble and happy though but clods | Y2 |
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That is true knowledge which can make | Z2 |
Us mortals saintlike holy pure | A3 |
The strange thirst of the spirit slake | Z2 |
And strengthen suffering to endure | A3 |
That is true knowledge which can change | F2 |
Our very natures with its glow | I2 |
The sciences whate'er their range | F2 |
Feed but the flesh and make a show | I2 |
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Where hast thou learnt this nonsense boy | B3 |
Where live these gods believed so great | Q |
Can they like me thy life destroy | B3 |
Have they such troops and royal state | Q |
Above all gods is he who rules | Y2 |
The wide wide earth from sea to sea | Y2 |
Men devils gods yea all but fools | Y2 |
Bow down in fear and worship me | Y2 |
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And dares an atom from my loins | Y2 |
Against my kingly power rebel | W |
Though heaven itself to aid him joins | Y2 |
His end is death the infidel | C3 |
I warn thee yet bow down thou slave | D3 |
And worship me or thou shalt die | Q |
We'll see what gods descend to save | D3 |
What gods with me their strength will try | Q |
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Thus spake the monarch in his ire | P |
One hand outstretched in menace rude | Q |
And eyes like blazing coals of fire | O |
And Prehlad in unruffled mood | Q |
Straight answered him his head bent low | I2 |
His palms joined meekly on his breast | Q |
As ever and his cheeks aglow | I2 |
His rock firm purpose to attest | Q |
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Let not my words Sire give offence | Y2 |
To thee and to my mother both | E3 |
I give as due all reverence | Y2 |
And to obey thee am not loth | F3 |
But higher duties sometimes clash | G3 |
With lower then these last must go | I2 |
Or there will come a fearful crash | G3 |
In lamentation fear and woe | I2 |
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The gods who made us are the life | H3 |
Of living creatures small and great | Q |
We see them not but space is rife | H3 |
With their bright presence and their state | Q |
They are the parents of us all | I3 |
'Tis they create sustain redeem | J3 |
Heaven earth and hell they hold in thrall | I3 |
And shall we these high gods blaspheme | J3 |
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Blest is the man whose heart obeys | Y2 |
And makes their law of life his guide | Q |
He shall be led in all his ways | Y2 |
His footsteps shall not ever slide | Q |
In forests dim on raging seas | Y2 |
In certain peace shall he abide | Q |
What though he all the world displease | Y2 |
His gods shall all his wants provide | Q |
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Cease babbler 'tis enough I know | I2 |
Thy proud rebellious nature well | C3 |
Ho Captain of our lifeguards ho | I2 |
Take down this lad to dungeon cell | C3 |
And bid the executioner wait | Q |
Our orders All unmoved and calm | J3 |
He went as reckless of his fate | Q |
Erect and stately as a palm | J3 |
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Hushed was the hall as down he past | Q |
No breath no whisper not a sign | K3 |
Through ranks of courtiers all aghast | Q |
Like beaten hounds that dare not whine | K3 |
Outside the door the Captain spoke | Z2 |
Recant he said beneath his breath | S2 |
The lion's anger to provoke | Z2 |
Is death O prince is certain death | S2 |
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Thanks said the prince I have revolved | Q |
The question in my mind with care | S |
Do what you will I am resolved | Q |
To do the right all deaths I dare | S |
The gods perhaps may please to spare | S |
My tender years if not why still | L3 |
I never shall my faith forswear | S |
I can but say be done their will | L3 |
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Whether in pity for the youth | M3 |
The headsman would not rightly ply | Q |
The weapon or the gods in truth | M3 |
Had ordered that he should not die | Q |
Soon to the king there came report | Q |
The sword would not destroy his son | N3 |
The council held thereon was short | Q |
The king's look frightened every one | N3 |
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There is a spell against cold steel | O2 |
Which known the steel can work no harm | J3 |
Some sycophant with baneful zeal | O2 |
Hath taught this foolish boy the charm | J3 |
It would be wise O king to deal | O2 |
Some other way or else I fear | Q2 |
Much damage to the common weal | O2 |
Thus spake the wily tongued vizier | Q2 |
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Dark frowned the king Enough of this | Y2 |
Death instant death is my command | Q |
Go throw him down some precipice | Y2 |
Or bury him alive in sand | Q |
With terror dumb from that wide hall | O2 |
Departed all the courtier band | Q |
But not one man amongst them all | O2 |
Dared raise against the prince his hand | Q |
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And now vague rumours ran around | Q |
Men talked of them with bated breath | S2 |
The river has a depth profound | Q |
The elephants trample down to death | S2 |
The poisons kill the firebrands burn | U2 |
Had every means in turn been tried | Q |
Some said they had but soon they learn | U2 |
The brave young prince had not yet died | Q |
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For once more in the Council Hall | O2 |
He had been cited to appear | Q2 |
'Twas open to the public all | O2 |
And all the people came in fear | Q2 |
Banners were hung along the wall | O2 |
The King sat on his peacock throne | H |
And now the hoary Marechal | O2 |
Brings in the youth bare skin and bone | H |
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Who shall protect thee Prehlad now | O3 |
Against steel poison water fire | Q2 |
Thou art protected men avow | O3 |
Who treason if but bold admire | Q2 |
In our own presence thou art brought | Q |
That we and all may know the truth | M3 |
Where are thy gods I long have sought | Q |
But never found them hapless youth | M3 |
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Will they come down to prove their strength | P3 |
Will they come down to rescue thee | Y2 |
Let them come down for once at length | P3 |
Come one or all to fight with me | Y2 |
Where are thy gods Or are they dead | Q |
Or do they hide in craven fear | Q2 |
There lies my gage None ever said | Q |
I hide from any far or near | Q2 |
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My gracious Liege my Sire my King | Z2 |
If thou indeed wouldst deign to hear | Q2 |
In humble mood my words would spring | Z2 |
Like a pellucid fountain clear | Q2 |
For I have in my dungeon dark | Z2 |
Learnt more of truth than e'er I knew | A2 |
There is one God One only mark | Z2 |
To Him is all our service due | A2 |
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Hath He a shape or hath He none | N3 |
I know not this nor care to know | I2 |
Dwelling in light to which the sun | N3 |
Is darkness He sees all below | I2 |
Himself unseen In Him I trust | Q |
He can protect me if He will | O2 |
And if this body turn to dust | Q |
He can new life again instil | O2 |
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I fear not fire I fear not sword | Q |
All dangers father I can dare | Q2 |
Alone I can confront a horde | Q |
For oh my God is everywhere | Q2 |
What everywhere Then in this hall | O2 |
And in this crystal pillar bright | Q |
Now tell me plain before us all | O2 |
Is He herein thy God of light | Q |
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The monarch placed his steel gloved hand | Q |
Upon a crystal pillar near | Q2 |
In mockful jest was his demand | Q |
The answer came low serious clear | Q2 |
Yes father God is even here | Q2 |
And if He choose this very hour | Q2 |
Can strike us dead with ghastly fear | Q2 |
And vindicate His name and power | Q2 |
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Where is this God Now let us see | Y2 |
He spumed the pillar with his foot | Q |
Down down it tumbled like a tree | Y2 |
Severed by axes from the root | Q |
And from within with horrid clang | Z2 |
That froze the blood in every vein | Q3 |
A stately sable warrior sprang | Z2 |
Like some phantasma of the brain | Q3 |
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He had a lion head and eyes | Y2 |
A human body feet and hands | Y2 |
Colossal such strange shapes arise | Y2 |
In clouds when Autumn rules the lands | Y2 |
He gave a shout the boldest quailed | Q |
Then struck the tyrant on the helm | J3 |
And ripped him down and last he hailed | Q |
Prehlad as king of all the realm | J3 |
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A thunder clap the shape was gone | R3 |
One king lay stiff and stark and dead | Q |
Another on the peacock throne | H |
Bowed reverently his youthful head | Q |
Loud rang the trumpets louder still | O2 |
A sovereign people's wild acclaim | J3 |
The echoes ran from hill to hill | O2 |
Kings rule for us and in our name | J3 |
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Tyrants of every age and clime | J3 |
Remember this that awful shape | S3 |
Shall startle you when comes the time | J3 |
And send its voice from cape to cape | S3 |
As human peoples suffer pain | Q3 |
But oh the lion strength is theirs | Y2 |
Woe to the king when galls the chain | Q3 |
Woe woe their fury when he dares | Y2 |
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