Monody, Written At Matlock Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Matlock amid thy hoary hanging viewsA
Thy glens that smile sequestered and thy nooksB
Which yon forsaken crag all dark o'erlooksB
Once more I court the long neglected MuseB
As erst when by the mossy brink and fallsB
Of solitary Wainsbeck or the sideC
Of Clysdale's cliffs where first her voice she triedC
I strayed a pensive boy Since then the thrallsB
That wait life's upland road have chilled her breastD
And much as much they might her wing depressedD
Wan Indolence resigned her deadening handE
Laid on her heart and Fancy her cold wandF
Dropped at the frown of fortune yet once moreG
I call her and once more her converse sweetH
'Mid the still limits of this wild retreatH
I woo if yet delightful as of yoreG
My heart she may revisit nor denyI
The soothing aid of some sweet melodyJ
I hail the rugged scene that bursts aroundK
I mark the wreathed roots the saplings grayL
That bend o'er the dark Derwent's wandering wayL
I mark its stream with peace persuading soundK
That steals beneath the fading foliage paleM
Or at the foot of frowning crags uprearedK
Complains like one forsaken and unheardK
To me it seems to tell the pensive taleM
Of spring time and the summer days all flownN
And while sad autumn's voice ev'n now I hearO
Along the umbrage of the high wood moanN
At intervals whose shivering leaves fall sereP
Whilst o'er the group of pendant groves I viewQ
The slowly spreading tints of pining hueQ
I think of poor Humanity's brief dayK
How fast its blossoms fade its summers speed awayK
When first young Hope a golden tressed boyR
Most musical his early madrigalS
Sings to the whispering waters as they fallT
Breathing fresh airs of fragrance and of joyR
The wild woods gently wave the morning shedsB
Her rising radiance on the mountain headsB
Strewed with green isles appears old ocean's reignU
And seen at distance rays of resting lightK
Silver the farthest promontory's heightK
Then hushed is the long murmur of the mainU
Whilst silent o'er the slowly crisping tidesB
Bound to some beaming spot the bark of pleasure glidesB
Alas the scenes that smile in light arrayedK
But catch the sense and then in darkness fadeK
We poor adventurers of peace bereftK
Look back on the green hills that late we leftK
Or turn with beating breast and anxious eyeI
To some faint hope that glimmering meets our sightK
Like the lone watch tower in the storm of nightK
Then on the dismal waste are driv'n despairing byI
Meantime amid the landscape cold and muteK
Hope sweet enchanter sighing drops his luteK
So sad decay and mortal change succeedsB
And o'er the silent scene Time like a giant speedsB
Yet the bleak cliffs that lift their heads so highI
Around whose beetling crags with ceaseless coilV
And still returning flight the ravens toilV
Heed not the changeful seasons as they flyI
Nor spring nor autumn they their hoary browW
Uprear and ages past as in this nowW
The same deep trenches unsubdued have wornX
The same majestic frown and looks of lofty scornX
So Fortitude a mailed warrior oldK
Appears he lifts his scar intrenched crestK
The tempest gathers round his dauntless breastK
He hears far off the storm of havoc rolledK
The feeble fall around their sound is pastK
Their sun is set their place no more is knownN
Like the wan leaves before the winter's blastK
They perish He unshaken and aloneN
Remains his brow a sterner shade assumesB
By age ennobled whilst the hurricaneU
That raves resistless o'er the ravaged plainU
But shakes unfelt his helmet's quivering plumeY
And so yon sovereign of the scene I markZ
Above the woods rear his majestic headK
That soon all shattered at his feet shall shedK
Their short lived beauties he the winter darkZ
Regardless and the wasteful time that fliesB
Rejoicing in his lonely might defiesB
Thee wandering in the deep and craggy dellA2
Sequestered stream with other thoughts I viewQ
Thou dost in solitude thy course pursueQ
As thou hadst bid life's busy scenes farewellA2
Yet making still such music as might cheerP
The weary passenger that journeys nearP
Such are the songs of Peace in Virtue's shadeK
Unheard of Folly or the vacant trainU
That pipe and dance upon the noontide plainU
Till in the dust together they are laidK
But not unheard of Him who sits sublimeB2
Above the clouds of this tempestuous climeB2
Its stir and strife to whom more grateful riseB
The humble incense and the still small voiceB
Of those that on their pensive way rejoiceB
Than shouts of thousands echoing to the skiesB
Than songs of conquest pealing round the carC2
Of hard Ambition or the Fiend of WarG
Sated with slaughter Nor may I sweet streamB2
From thy wild banks and still retreats departK
Where now I meditate my casual themeB2
Without some mild improvement on my heartK
Poured sad yet pleasing so may I forgetK
The crosses and the cares that sometimes fretK
Life's smoothest channel and each wish preventK
That mars the silent current of contentK
In such a spot amidst these rugged viewsB
The pensive poet in his drooping ageD2
Might wish to place his reed roofed hermitageE2
Where much on life's vain shadows he might museB
If fortune smiled not on his early wayK
If he were doomed to mourn a faithless friendK
Here he might rest and when his hairs were grayK
Behold in peace the parting day descendK
If a hard world his errors scanned severeP
When late the earth received his mouldering clayK
Perhaps some loved companion wandering nearP
Plucking the gray moss from the stone might sayK
Him I remember in our careless daysB
Vacant and glad till many a loss severeP
First hung his placid eyelids with a tearF2
Yet on such visions ardent would he gazeB
As the Muse loved that oft would smile and dieI
Like the faint bow that leaves the weeping skyI
His heart unguarded yet it proudly beatK
Against hard wrong or coward cold deceitK
Nor passed he e'er without a sigh the cellA2
Where wretchedness and her pale children dwellA2
He never wished to win the world's cold earO
Nor prized by those he loved its blame could fearP
Its praise he left to those who at their willG2
The ingenious strain of torturing art could trillG2
Content as random fancies might inspireH2
If his weak reed at times or plaintive lyreH2
He touched with desultory hand and drewQ
Some softened tones to Nature not untrueQ
The leaves O Derwent on thy bosom stillG2
Oft with the gust now fall the season paleM
Hath smote with hand unseen the silent valeM
And slowly steals the verdure from the hillG2
So the fair scene departs yet wears a whileI2
The lingering traces of its beauteous smileI2
But we who by thy margin stray or climbB2
The cliff's aerial height or join the songJ2
Of hope and gladness amidst yonder throngJ2
Losing the brief and fleeting hours of timeB2
Reck not how age even thus with icy handK
Hangs o'er us how as with a wizard's wandK
Youth blooming like the spring and roseate mirthK2
To slow and sere consumption he shall changeL2
And with invisible mutation strangeL2
Withered and wasted send them to the earthK2
Whilst hushed and by the mace of ruin rentK
Sinks the forsaken hall of merrimentK
Bright bursts the sun upon the shaggy sceneM2
The aged rocks their glittering summits grayK
Hang beautiful amid the beams of dayK
And all the woods with slowly fading greenM2
Yet smiling wave severer thoughts awayK
The night is distant and the lovely dayK
Looks on us yet the sound of mirthful cheerP
From yonder dome comes pleasant to mine earO
From rock to rock reverberated swellsB
Hark the glad music of the village bellsB
On the crag's naked point the heifer lowsB
And wide below the brightening landscape glowsB
Though brief the time and short our course to runN2
Derwent amid the scenes that deck thy sideK
Ere yet the parting paths of life divideK
Let us rejoice seeking what may be wonN2
From the laborious day or fortune's frownO2
Here may weJ

William Lisle Bowles



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