Claudian. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDD EFEFGG HIHJBB KFLFMM NONOFF PKPLQQ RSRSTT UVWVTT XGYGZL A2B2C2B2D2D2 E2F2E2G2GG TH2TH2I2I2 J2K2J2K2TT TTTTL2L M2N2O2N2GG| I sat beside the glowing grate fresh heaped | A |
| With Newport coal and as the flame grew bright | B |
| The many coloured flame and played and leaped | C |
| I thought of rainbows and the northern light | B |
| Moore's Lalla Rookh the Treasury Report | D |
| And other brilliant matters of the sort | D |
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| And last I thought of that fair isle which sent | E |
| The mineral fuel on a summer day | F |
| I saw it once with heat and travel spent | E |
| And scratched by dwarf oaks in the hollow way | F |
| Now dragged through sand now jolted over stone | G |
| A rugged road through rugged Tiverton | G |
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| And hotter grew the air and hollower grew | H |
| The deep worn path and horror struck I thought | I |
| Where will this dreary passage lead me to | H |
| This long dull road so narrow deep and hot | J |
| I looked to see it dive in earth outright | B |
| I looked but saw a far more welcome sight | B |
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| Like a soft mist upon the evening shore | K |
| At once a lovely isle before me lay | F |
| Smooth and with tender verdure covered o'er | L |
| As if just risen from its calm inland bay | F |
| Sloped each way gently to the grassy edge | M |
| And the small waves that dallied with the sedge | M |
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| The barley was just reaped its heavy sheaves | N |
| Lay on the stubble field the tall maize stood | O |
| Dark in its summer growth and shook its leaves | N |
| And bright the sunlight played on the young wood | O |
| For fifty years ago the old men say | F |
| The Briton hewed their ancient groves away | F |
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| I saw where fountains freshened the green land | P |
| And where the pleasant road from door to door | K |
| With rows of cherry trees on either hand | P |
| Went wandering all that fertile region o'er | L |
| Rogue's Island once but when the rogues were dead | Q |
| Rhode Island was the name it took instead | Q |
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| Beautiful island then it only seemed | R |
| A lovely stranger it has grown a friend | S |
| I gazed on its smooth slopes but never dreamed | R |
| How soon that bright magnificent isle would send | S |
| The treasures of its womb across the sea | T |
| To warm a poet's room and boil his tea | T |
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| Dark anthracite that reddenest on my hearth | U |
| Thou in those island mines didst slumber long | V |
| But now thou art come forth to move the earth | W |
| And put to shame the men that mean thee wrong | V |
| Thou shalt be coals of fire to those that hate thee | T |
| And warm the shins of all that underrate thee | T |
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| Yea they did wrong thee foully they who mocked | X |
| Thy honest face and said thou wouldst not burn | G |
| Of hewing thee to chimney pieces talked | Y |
| And grew profane and swore in bitter scorn | G |
| That men might to thy inner caves retire | Z |
| And there unsinged abide the day of fire | L |
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| Yet is thy greatness nigh I pause to state | A2 |
| That I too have seen greatness even I | B2 |
| Shook hands with Adams stared at La Fayette | C2 |
| When barehead in the hot noon of July | B2 |
| He would not let the umbrella be held o'er him | D2 |
| For which three cheers burst from the mob before him | D2 |
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| And I have seen not many months ago | E2 |
| An eastern Governor in chapeau bras | F2 |
| And military coat a glorious show | E2 |
| Ride forth to visit the reviews and ah | G2 |
| How oft he smiled and bowed to Jonathan | G |
| How many hands were shook and votes were won | G |
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| 'Twas a great Governor thou too shalt be | T |
| Great in thy turn and wide shall spread thy fame | H2 |
| And swiftly farthest Maine shall hear of thee | T |
| And cold New Brunswick gladden at thy name | H2 |
| And faintly through its sleets the weeping isle | I2 |
| That sends the Boston folks their cod shall smile | I2 |
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| For thou shalt forge vast railways and shalt heat | J2 |
| The hissing rivers into steam and drive | K2 |
| Huge masses from thy mines on iron feet | J2 |
| Walking their steady way as if alive | K2 |
| Northward till everlasting ice besets thee | T |
| And south as far as the grim Spaniard lets thee | T |
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| Thou shalt make mighty engines swim the sea | T |
| Like its own monsters boats that for a guinea | T |
| Will take a man to Havre and shalt be | T |
| The moving soul of many a spinning jenny | T |
| And ply thy shuttles till a bard can wear | L2 |
| As good a suit of broadcloth as the mayor | L |
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| Then we will laugh at winter when we hear | M2 |
| The grim old churl about our dwellings rave | N2 |
| Thou from that ruler of the inverted year | O2 |
| Shalt pluck the knotty sceptre Cowper gave | N2 |
| And pull him from his sledge and drag him in | G |
| And melt the icicles from off his chin | G |
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