Glastonbury Abbey And Wells Cathedral Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCCDEDD FGFHGIGII JKJKKDKDD LMLMMDMDD| WRITTEN AFTER VIEWING THE RUINS OF THE ONE AND HEARING THE CHURCH SERVICE IN THE OTHER | A |
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| Glory and boast of Avalon's fair vale | B |
| How beautiful thy ancient turrets rose | C |
| Fancy yet sees them in the sunshine pale | B |
| Gleaming or more majestic in repose | C |
| When west away the crimson landscape glows | C |
| Casting their shadows on the waters wide | D |
| How sweet the sounds that at still day light's close | E |
| Came blended with the airs of eventide | D |
| When through the glimmering aisle faint Misereres died | D |
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| But all is silent now silent the bell | F |
| That heard from yonder ivied turret high | G |
| Warned the cowled brother from his midnight cell | F |
| Silent the vesper chant the litany | H |
| Responsive to the organ scattered lie | G |
| The wrecks of the proud pile 'mid arches gray | I |
| Whilst hollow winds through mantling ivy sigh | G |
| And even the mouldering shrine is rent away | I |
| Where in his warrior weeds the British Arthur lay | I |
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| Now look upon the sister fane of Wells | J |
| It lifts its forehead in the summer air | K |
| Sweet o'er the champagne sound its Sabbath bells | J |
| Its roof rolls back the chant or voice of prayer | K |
| Anxious we ask Will Heaven that temple spare | K |
| Or mortal tempest sweep it from its state | D |
| Oh say shall time revere the fabric fair | K |
| Or shall it meet in distant years thy fate | D |
| Shattered proud pile like thee and left as desolate | D |
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| No to subdue or elevate the soul | L |
| Our best our purest feelings to refine | M |
| Still shall the solemn diapasons roll | L |
| Through that high fane still hues reflected shine | M |
| From the tall windows on the sculptured shrine | M |
| Tinging the pavement for He shall afford | D |
| He who directs the storm his aid divine | M |
| Because its Sion has not left thy word | D |
| Nor sought for other guide than thee Almighty Lord | D |
William Lisle Bowles
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