The Baya: Or The Indian Bird Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FGFG HIHH HHHH HHHH HHHH HJHJ JJJJ JJJJ KLKL MNON JPJP JQJQ JJJJ JGJG JJJJ RSRS JTJT UVUV JJJJ JWJW XQXQ YZYZ A2JA2J XJXJ BB2BB2 JEJE JBJB JGJG C2JC2J D2ND2N JC2JC2 E2F2E2F2 JG2JG2 JTJT JJJJ C2H2C2H2 JI2JI2 J2EJ2E K2L2K2L2 M2FM2F JJJJ JL2JL2 JC2JC2 JJJJ JBJB F2N2O2N2 WC2WC2 C2FC2F JMJM P2QP2Q JC2JC2 YVYV JA2JA2 JQJQ FEFE JMJM JQ2JW

Let the Nightingale still be renown'd for her songA
The Eagle for strength and for softness the DoveB
Higher praise to the Baya of India belongsC
For gentle docility duty and loveB
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The Baya dear nymphs is a delicate birdD
Of intelligent zeal in our climate unknownE
A bird in the service of lovers preferr'dD
To the turtle that Venus regards as her ownE
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The Baya not only will bear in his beakF
The letter a youth to his nymph would conveyG
But if from her person some jewel he seekF
This bird at his nod gently plucks it awayG
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It chanc'd in Circassia a lovely young maidH
On her beautiful neck wore a crescent of goldI
Hermossan her lover the trinket survey'dH
And wish'd in his bosom the gem to infoldH
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A Baya he cherished the first of its kindH
At a call to accomplish his master's behestH
This bird who display'd both a heart and a mindH
He commission'd to rifle fair Azima's breastH
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The bird's gentle manners she often had prais'dH
And begg'd from her lover a vassal so sweetH
To the honour of serving you he shall be rais'dH
Said her lover whenever his skill is completeH
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The extent of his talents the youth wish'd to findH
As the bird with new lessons be daily carestH
To his skill and obedience this charge he assignedH
To bring him the crescent from Azima's breastH
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The bird who himself lov'd the damsel to courtH
On her shoulder first perch'd with endearment and joyJ
With his beak he then snapt it's strong silken supportH
And bore from her bosom the glittering toyJ
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The nymph half in anger the plunderer chac'dJ
But she fail'd to regain or the gem or the cordJ
For gayly he flew and with rapturous hasteJ
His plunder consigned to the hand of his lordJ
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Her woman was charm'd when the bird he perceiv'dJ
And more was he charm'd when the damsel advanc'dJ
For the nymph too in haste half delighted half griev'dJ
Demanded the crescent on which her eye glanc'dJ
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'Twas a charm Turkish hands had once fixt on her neckK
But a charm that her lover refus'd to replaceL
Thy hand my dear girl with a gem let me deckK
Of more magical force of more luminous graceL
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My bird and my ring both of wonderous powerM
Dear Azima now as thy treasures receiveN
For they both shall be thine they are virtue's just dowerO
And thro' life may they never my Azima leaveN
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For O if they leave thee or lost or destroy'dJ
That bliss which our union I trust will ensureP
Must vanish and leave in each heart such a voidJ
That our permanent anguish no magic can cureP
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He spoke and the bird on her shoulder he plac'dJ
Then pressing the hand of his delicate fairQ
That hand with a ring of one ruby he grac'dJ
With a motto in Arabic never despairQ
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Let these words my sweet love be a shield to thy heartJ
While I from thy sight am by fortune debarr'dJ
For a journey of months I to morrow departJ
But love will restore me thy husband thy guardJ
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They kiss'd and they parted 'twas fortune's behestJ
Who rules over love with a tyrannous swayG
But the nymph kiss'd her ring and her bird she carestJ
When her eye could no longer Hermossan surveyG
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She said as she play'd with her vigilant birdJ
Thy name be Anglama then best of thy kindJ
Anglama to her a significant wordJ
Express'd all the light of a luminous mindJ
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The bird seem'd with joy his new title to feelR
At the sound of Anglama his eye was a flameS
That flashed with intelligence duty and zealR
Her behests he obeyed at the sound of his nameS
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To prove and reward him was Azima's prideJ
As round her he flew upon liberty's wingT
In her chamber she oft her lov'd ruby would hideJ
And exclaim my Anglama go seek for my ringT
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However concealed the quick bird was so keenU
He never once failed to bring back the lost gemV
To his mistress he gave it with gesture sereneU
Her sweet meats repaid him he lived upon themV
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How often the sport of an innocent breastJ
Is by Providence favour'd for some gracious endJ
And gentle dumb creatures with kindness carestJ
That kindness repay in the shape of a friendJ
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But little sweet Azima dreamt as she taughtJ
Her bird thus to play with a jewel so dearW
That the lesson his love with alacrity caughtJ
Might soothe her with hope in a season of fearW
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That season approaches gay Azima grewX
Of an old helpless father the pride and the heirQ
Her treasures were coveted not by a fewX
And by one of a heart not inclined to despairQ
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Hermossan's chief rival an arrogant youthY
An Armenian his father his mother a TurkZ
That mother more noted for cunning than truthY
On Azima's fancy had studied to workZ
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The crescent to give her young bosom alarmA2
On the child she had fix'd with a soft silken cordJ
To persuade the gay nymph by this magical charmA2
That none but a Mussulman must be her lordJ
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Hermossan a Persian more noble and trueX
As to woman she rose put those fancies to flightJ
But Ayesha who watch'd with a mischievous viewX
Soon the ruby surveyed and survey'd it with spiteJ
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She saw 'twas a talisman fashioned by loveB
Which she hoped to destroy by a daring deviceB2
And purloining the ring as it lay in a gloveB
With a diamond replaced it far richer in priceB2
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With her prize she escaped from her visit uncheck'dJ
Soon a change so unwish'd was to Azima knownE
She detested the diamond with which she was decktJ
Sent back the new gem and demanded her ownE
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See Ayesha's bold son now with arrogance pleadJ
To obtain for his parent the pardon of loveB
The damsel indignant abhors the base deedJ
Still demanding her ruby all diamonds aboveB
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The crafty Ayesha her son would persuadeJ
That Azima's anger in time must decayG
She knew not the truth of that resolute maidJ
And she vainly hoped much from an artful delayG
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Yet her credulous spirit the talisman painsC2
Which she anxiously hides with intent to destroyJ
While she to prepare a rich recompence feignsC2
For those who may find this unfortunate toyJ
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Fair Azima suffers from sorrow and rageD2
But what can her rage or her sorrow achieveN
Hermossan is absent her father's weak ageD2
Only leaves her in fruitless affliction to grieveN
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Her bird in sweet sympathy seems to lamentJ
And to cheer her in vain his kind frolics he triesC2
When she says O my ring on her wishes intentJ
To seek it far off from her window he fliesC2
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In each flight with new hope she perceives her heart burnE2
'Till that hope she so often has cherished in vainF2
That she welcomes with tears his unjoyous returnE2
And her health wastes away with vexation and painF2
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All her pain was encreased when this billet she readJ
Thy Hermossan my love will be with thee at noonG2
When thy faith shall dispell all his amorous dreadJ
And thy ruby's true radiance eclipse the false moonG2
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In the morn's early season this billet she caughtJ
In her bosom new hopes and new tenors now springT
At her window she stood and in turbulent thoughtJ
Once more my Anglama she said seek my ringT
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See in tender obedience Anglama departJ
And soon his swift pinions are out of her sightJ
But terror and hope are still felt in her heartJ
While her fancy pursues so momentous a flightJ
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Was it chance or some angel directed his senseC2
On a tree of Ayesha's fair garden to perchH2
No with langour opprest and in heat most intenseC2
A delicate water allur'd his researchH2
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At a wonderful depth this cool water reposedJ
In a well through a rock in past centuries sunkI2
Ayesha's proud garden this wonder enclos'dJ
Whence often the gentle Anglama had drunkI2
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A stranger to fear down the circular caveJ2
For soothing refreshment he often had flownE
Now beside it he perched and in silence tho' braveJ2
For a matron he sees who draws near to the stoneE
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'Tis Ayesha herself who induced by a dreamK2
Came to bury the talisman deep in this wellL2
Down she cast the lov'd ring by the morning's bright beamK2
In the eyes of Anglama it flash'd as it fellL2
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Alert as affection more rapid than speechM2
He darts unperceived the dear treasure to seekF
Ere the stone in it's fall the deep water can reachM2
He o'ertakes he has caught the lost gem in his beakF
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Beware O Anglama thy foes are abroadJ
Thou yet may'st be cross'd in thy faithful intentJ
If once thou art spied by the sharp eyes of fraudJ
Both her jewel and thee thy fair queen must lamentJ
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As conscious of peril the provident birdJ
Takes refuge unseen in a cleft of the wellL2
Deposits his prize and perceiving he's heardJ
Flies back in the shelter of silence to dwellL2
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There repose thou best vassal to beauty endear'dJ
While my song to thy mistress most anxiously turnsC2
To recount in thy absence what perils she fear'dJ
Now she freezes in dread now her terror she spurnsC2
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By her own noble soul she resolves to subdueJ
The worst of all fears that her fancy had crostJ
The life of Hermossan in danger she knewJ
Supposing she told how his ruby was lostJ
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She knew with Ayesha's fierce son he would fightJ
Were the story reveal'd of the ring and the gloveB
And she firmly exclaim'd with heroic delightJ
No his life I will save if I forfeit his loveB
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But O while new dangers Anglama detainF2
How eager she pants for a sight of his plumeN2
At each sound she believes him returning againO2
But he's destined to lurk in the cavern's deep gloomN2
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The morning elapses and noon now is nearW
But time can't out travel the lover's quick paceC2
See Hermossan most true to his promise appearW
With transport he flies to his fair one's embraceC2
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But O how his heart at her aspect recoilsC2
When he sees how the rose has decay'd on her cheekF
O God is it thus I'm repaid for my toilsC2
Was all that affection had accents to speakF
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Fond Azima trembling yet brave in her heartJ
Now exclaims swear to grant me one eager desireM
You must or I die nay my love do not startJ
But swear by the sun's incorruptible fireM
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Our ruby is gone and my life too must goP2
Unless to relieve me you instantly swearQ
Not to meditate vengeance whatever you knowP2
On the persons who thus have occasion'd my careQ
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Hermossan confused with quick pity repliedJ
Though Jealousy gave him her tremulous tonesC2
Yes I swear if you say but to soothe my fond prideJ
That no rival of mine my lost talisman ownsC2
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The maiden whose soul was the spirit of truthY
Scarcely knew how herself to absolve or condemnV
Since she really surmiz'd a proud amorous youthY
Had obtain'd by his mother the magical gemV
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The conflict distended her innocent breastJ
Half lifeless she sinks on Hermossan's strong armA2
To his heart he in wonder her innocence prestJ
Not free jealous honor from thy rash alarmA2
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In a soft rising breeze yet she hardly has stirr'dJ
But her faint eyes unclose to admit the fresh airQ
And they now flash with joy in perceiving her birdJ
Who drops on her bosom with Never DespairQ
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Thrice blessed Anglama what language can speakF
The joy not confined to thy patrons aloneE
While thy queen thus receives from thy dutiful beakF
The lesson engrav'd on the magical stoneE
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All terror all sickness all doubt all distrustJ
Fly away from thy friends in this rapturous hourM
And thee they esteem to thy services justJ
A Phenix inshrin'd in Felicity's bowerM
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Fair reader if wishing to fix on thy breastJ
The magic most sure every grace to endearQ2
As a gem on thy bosom let innocence restJ
Embellishing beauty and banishing fearW

William Hayley



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