Elegy Written At Hotwells, Bristol Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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INSCRIBED TO THE REV W HOWLEYA
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The morning wakes in shadowy mantle grayB
The darksome woods their glimmering skirts unfoldC
Prone from the cliff the falcon wheels her wayB
And long and loud the bell's slow chime is tolledC
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The reddening light gains fast upon the skiesD
And far away the glistening vapours sailE
Down the rough steep the accustomed hedger hiesD
And the stream winds in brightness through the valeE
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Mark how those riven rocks on either shoreF
Uplift their bleak and furrowed fronts on highG
How proudly desolate their foreheads hoarF
That meet the earliest sunbeams of the skyG
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Bound for yon dusky mart with pennants gayB
The tall bark on the winding water's lineH
Between the riven cliffs slow plies her wayB
And peering on the sight the white sails shineH
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Alas for those by drooping sickness wornI
Who now come forth to meet the cheering rayB
And feel the fragrance of the tepid mornI
Round their torn breasts and throbbing temples playB
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Perhaps they muse with a desponding sighG
On the cold vault that shall their bones inurnI
Whilst every breeze seems as it whispers byG
To breathe of comfort never to returnI
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Yet oft as sadly thronging dreams ariseD
Awhile forgetful of their pain they gazeD
A transient lustre lights their faded eyesD
And o'er their cheek the tender hectic playsD
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The purple morn that paints with sidelong gleamJ
The cliff's tall crest the waving woods that ringK
With songs of birds rejoicing in the beamJ
Touch soft the wakeful nerve's according stringK
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Then at sad Meditation's silent hourL
A thousand wishes steal upon the heartM
And whilst they meekly bend to Heaven's high powerL
Ah think 'tis hard 'tis surely hard to partM
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To part from every hope that brought delightN
From those that loved them those they loved so muchO
Then Fancy swells the picture on the sightN
And softens every scene at every touchO
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Sweet as the mellowed woods beneath the moonI
Remembrance lends her soft uniting shadesD
'Some natural tears she drops but wipes them soon '-
The world retires and its dim prospect fadesD
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Airs of delight that soothe the aching senseD
Waters of health that through yon caverns glideP
Oh kindly yet your healing powers dispenseD
And bring back feeble life's exhausted tideP
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Perhaps to these gray rocks and mazy springsD
Some heart may come warmed with the purest fireL
For whom bright Fancy plumes her radiant wingsD
And warbling Muses wake the lonely lyreQ
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Some orphan Maid deceived in early youthR
Pale o'er yon spring may hang in mute distressD
Who dream of faith of happiness and truthR
Of love that Virtue would protect and blessD
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Some musing Youth in silence there may bendS
Untimely stricken by sharp Sorrow's dartM
For friendship formed yet left without a friendS
And bearing still the arrow at his heartM
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Such was lamented RUSSELL'S early doomT
The gay companion of our stripling primeU
Ev'n so he sank unwept into the tombT
And o'er his head closed the dark gulph of timeU
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Hither he came a wan and weary guestV
A softening balm for many a wound to craveW
And wooed the sunshine to his aching breastV
Which now seems smiling on his verdant graveW
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He heard the whispering winds that now I hearX
As boding much along these hills he passedY
Yet ah how mournful did they meet his earX
On that sad morn he heard them for the lastY
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So sinks the scene like a departed dreamJ
Since late we sojourned blythe in Wykeham's bowersD
Or heard the merry bells by Isis' streamJ
And thought our way was strewed with fairy flowersD
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Of those with whom we played upon the lawnI
Of early life in the fresh morning playedZ
Alas how many since that vernal dawnI
Like thee poor RUSSELL 'neath the turf are laidZ
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Joyous a while they wandered hand in handA2
By friendship led along the springtide plainI
How oft did Fancy wake her transports blandA2
And on the lids the glistening tear detainI
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I yet survive now musing other songB2
Than that which early pleased my vacant yearsD
Thinking how days and hours have passed alongB2
Marked by much pleasure some and some by tearsD
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Thankful that to these verdant scenes I oweC2
That he whom late I saw all drooping paleE
Raised from the couch of sickness and of woeC2
Now lives with me these mantling views to hailE
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Thankful that still the landscape beaming brightN
Of pendant mountain or of woodland grayB
Can wake the wonted sense of pure delightN
And charm a while my solitary wayB
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Enough through the high heaven the proud sun ridesD
My wandering steps their silent path pursueD
Back to the crowded world where fortune guidesD
Clifton to thy white rocks and woods adieuD

William Lisle Bowles



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