Aletheia To Phraortes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BAB CCDEFD GGHIJH KKLL MNMN OPQ IRJR SATA EAAF UVW WXWX BYSZO WWWW A2B2C2A2

AFTER THE SACKAGE OF MILETOSA
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Phraortes where art thouB
The flames were panting after us their darts Had pierced to many heartsA
Before the Gods who heard nor prayer nor vowB
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Temples had sunk to earth and other smokeC
O'er riven altars brokeC
Than curled from myrrh and nardD
When like a God amongE
Arm'd hosts and unarm'd throngF
Thee I discern'd implored and caught one brief regardD
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Thou passest from thy sideG
Sudden two bowmen rideG
And hurry me awayH
Thou and all hope were goneI
They loost me and aloneJ
In a closed tent 'mid gory arms I layH
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How did my tears then burnK
When dreading thy returnK
Behold thee reappearL
Nor helm nor sword nor spearL
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In violet gold hemm'd vestM
Thou camest forth too soonN
Fallen at thy feet claspt to thy breastM
I struggle sob and swoonN
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'O send me to my mother bid her comeO
And take my last farewellP
One blow enough for both one tombQ
'Tis there our happy dwell '-
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Thou orderest call'd and goneI
At once they are who breathe for thy commandR
Thou stoodest nigh me soothing every moanJ
And pressing in both thine my handR
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Then and then only when it toreS
My hair to hide my faceA
And gently did thy own bend o'erT
The abject head war doomed to dire disgraceA
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Ionian was thy tongueE
And when thou badest me to raiseA
That head nor fear in aught thy gazeA
I dared look up but dared not longF
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'Wait maiden wait if none are hereU
Bearing a charm to charm a tearV
There may who knows be found at lastW
Some solace for the sorrow past '-
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My mother ere the sounds had ceastW
Burst in and drew me downX
Her joy o'erpowered us both her breastW
Covered lost friends and ruin'd townX
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Sweet thought but yielding nowB
To many harsher By what blowY
Art thou dissevered from me WarS
That hath career'd too farZ
Closeth his pinions 'Come Phraortes comeO
To thy fond friends at home '-
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Thus beckons Love Away then wishes wildW
O may thy mother be as blestW
As one whose eyes will sink to restW
Blessing thee for her rescued childW
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Ungenerous stil my heart must beA2
Throughout the young and festive trainB2
Which thou revisitest againC2
May none be happier this I fear than sheA2

Walter Savage Landor



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