Monody, Written At Matlock Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBBCCBDDEFGHHGIJKL LKMKKMNONPQQKKRSTRBB UKKUBBKKKKIKKIKKBBIV VIWWXXKKKKKNKNBUUYZK KZBBA2QQA2PPKUUKB2B2 BBBBC2GB2KB2KKKKKBD2 E2BKKKKPKPKBPF2BIIKK A2A2OPG2G2H2H2QQG2MM G2I2I2B2J2J2B2KKK2L2 L2K2KKM2KKM2KKPOBBBB N2KKN2O2JMatlock amid thy hoary hanging views | A |
Thy glens that smile sequestered and thy nooks | B |
Which yon forsaken crag all dark o'erlooks | B |
Once more I court the long neglected Muse | B |
As erst when by the mossy brink and falls | B |
Of solitary Wainsbeck or the side | C |
Of Clysdale's cliffs where first her voice she tried | C |
I strayed a pensive boy Since then the thralls | B |
That wait life's upland road have chilled her breast | D |
And much as much they might her wing depressed | D |
Wan Indolence resigned her deadening hand | E |
Laid on her heart and Fancy her cold wand | F |
Dropped at the frown of fortune yet once more | G |
I call her and once more her converse sweet | H |
'Mid the still limits of this wild retreat | H |
I woo if yet delightful as of yore | G |
My heart she may revisit nor deny | I |
The soothing aid of some sweet melody | J |
I hail the rugged scene that bursts around | K |
I mark the wreathed roots the saplings gray | L |
That bend o'er the dark Derwent's wandering way | L |
I mark its stream with peace persuading sound | K |
That steals beneath the fading foliage pale | M |
Or at the foot of frowning crags upreared | K |
Complains like one forsaken and unheard | K |
To me it seems to tell the pensive tale | M |
Of spring time and the summer days all flown | N |
And while sad autumn's voice ev'n now I hear | O |
Along the umbrage of the high wood moan | N |
At intervals whose shivering leaves fall sere | P |
Whilst o'er the group of pendant groves I view | Q |
The slowly spreading tints of pining hue | Q |
I think of poor Humanity's brief day | K |
How fast its blossoms fade its summers speed away | K |
When first young Hope a golden tressed boy | R |
Most musical his early madrigal | S |
Sings to the whispering waters as they fall | T |
Breathing fresh airs of fragrance and of joy | R |
The wild woods gently wave the morning sheds | B |
Her rising radiance on the mountain heads | B |
Strewed with green isles appears old ocean's reign | U |
And seen at distance rays of resting light | K |
Silver the farthest promontory's height | K |
Then hushed is the long murmur of the main | U |
Whilst silent o'er the slowly crisping tides | B |
Bound to some beaming spot the bark of pleasure glides | B |
Alas the scenes that smile in light arrayed | K |
But catch the sense and then in darkness fade | K |
We poor adventurers of peace bereft | K |
Look back on the green hills that late we left | K |
Or turn with beating breast and anxious eye | I |
To some faint hope that glimmering meets our sight | K |
Like the lone watch tower in the storm of night | K |
Then on the dismal waste are driv'n despairing by | I |
Meantime amid the landscape cold and mute | K |
Hope sweet enchanter sighing drops his lute | K |
So sad decay and mortal change succeeds | B |
And o'er the silent scene Time like a giant speeds | B |
Yet the bleak cliffs that lift their heads so high | I |
Around whose beetling crags with ceaseless coil | V |
And still returning flight the ravens toil | V |
Heed not the changeful seasons as they fly | I |
Nor spring nor autumn they their hoary brow | W |
Uprear and ages past as in this now | W |
The same deep trenches unsubdued have worn | X |
The same majestic frown and looks of lofty scorn | X |
So Fortitude a mailed warrior old | K |
Appears he lifts his scar intrenched crest | K |
The tempest gathers round his dauntless breast | K |
He hears far off the storm of havoc rolled | K |
The feeble fall around their sound is past | K |
Their sun is set their place no more is known | N |
Like the wan leaves before the winter's blast | K |
They perish He unshaken and alone | N |
Remains his brow a sterner shade assumes | B |
By age ennobled whilst the hurricane | U |
That raves resistless o'er the ravaged plain | U |
But shakes unfelt his helmet's quivering plume | Y |
And so yon sovereign of the scene I mark | Z |
Above the woods rear his majestic head | K |
That soon all shattered at his feet shall shed | K |
Their short lived beauties he the winter dark | Z |
Regardless and the wasteful time that flies | B |
Rejoicing in his lonely might defies | B |
Thee wandering in the deep and craggy dell | A2 |
Sequestered stream with other thoughts I view | Q |
Thou dost in solitude thy course pursue | Q |
As thou hadst bid life's busy scenes farewell | A2 |
Yet making still such music as might cheer | P |
The weary passenger that journeys near | P |
Such are the songs of Peace in Virtue's shade | K |
Unheard of Folly or the vacant train | U |
That pipe and dance upon the noontide plain | U |
Till in the dust together they are laid | K |
But not unheard of Him who sits sublime | B2 |
Above the clouds of this tempestuous clime | B2 |
Its stir and strife to whom more grateful rise | B |
The humble incense and the still small voice | B |
Of those that on their pensive way rejoice | B |
Than shouts of thousands echoing to the skies | B |
Than songs of conquest pealing round the car | C2 |
Of hard Ambition or the Fiend of War | G |
Sated with slaughter Nor may I sweet stream | B2 |
From thy wild banks and still retreats depart | K |
Where now I meditate my casual theme | B2 |
Without some mild improvement on my heart | K |
Poured sad yet pleasing so may I forget | K |
The crosses and the cares that sometimes fret | K |
Life's smoothest channel and each wish prevent | K |
That mars the silent current of content | K |
In such a spot amidst these rugged views | B |
The pensive poet in his drooping age | D2 |
Might wish to place his reed roofed hermitage | E2 |
Where much on life's vain shadows he might muse | B |
If fortune smiled not on his early way | K |
If he were doomed to mourn a faithless friend | K |
Here he might rest and when his hairs were gray | K |
Behold in peace the parting day descend | K |
If a hard world his errors scanned severe | P |
When late the earth received his mouldering clay | K |
Perhaps some loved companion wandering near | P |
Plucking the gray moss from the stone might say | K |
Him I remember in our careless days | B |
Vacant and glad till many a loss severe | P |
First hung his placid eyelids with a tear | F2 |
Yet on such visions ardent would he gaze | B |
As the Muse loved that oft would smile and die | I |
Like the faint bow that leaves the weeping sky | I |
His heart unguarded yet it proudly beat | K |
Against hard wrong or coward cold deceit | K |
Nor passed he e'er without a sigh the cell | A2 |
Where wretchedness and her pale children dwell | A2 |
He never wished to win the world's cold ear | O |
Nor prized by those he loved its blame could fear | P |
Its praise he left to those who at their will | G2 |
The ingenious strain of torturing art could trill | G2 |
Content as random fancies might inspire | H2 |
If his weak reed at times or plaintive lyre | H2 |
He touched with desultory hand and drew | Q |
Some softened tones to Nature not untrue | Q |
The leaves O Derwent on thy bosom still | G2 |
Oft with the gust now fall the season pale | M |
Hath smote with hand unseen the silent vale | M |
And slowly steals the verdure from the hill | G2 |
So the fair scene departs yet wears a while | I2 |
The lingering traces of its beauteous smile | I2 |
But we who by thy margin stray or climb | B2 |
The cliff's aerial height or join the song | J2 |
Of hope and gladness amidst yonder throng | J2 |
Losing the brief and fleeting hours of time | B2 |
Reck not how age even thus with icy hand | K |
Hangs o'er us how as with a wizard's wand | K |
Youth blooming like the spring and roseate mirth | K2 |
To slow and sere consumption he shall change | L2 |
And with invisible mutation strange | L2 |
Withered and wasted send them to the earth | K2 |
Whilst hushed and by the mace of ruin rent | K |
Sinks the forsaken hall of merriment | K |
Bright bursts the sun upon the shaggy scene | M2 |
The aged rocks their glittering summits gray | K |
Hang beautiful amid the beams of day | K |
And all the woods with slowly fading green | M2 |
Yet smiling wave severer thoughts away | K |
The night is distant and the lovely day | K |
Looks on us yet the sound of mirthful cheer | P |
From yonder dome comes pleasant to mine ear | O |
From rock to rock reverberated swells | B |
Hark the glad music of the village bells | B |
On the crag's naked point the heifer lows | B |
And wide below the brightening landscape glows | B |
Though brief the time and short our course to run | N2 |
Derwent amid the scenes that deck thy side | K |
Ere yet the parting paths of life divide | K |
Let us rejoice seeking what may be won | N2 |
From the laborious day or fortune's frown | O2 |
Here may we | J |
William Lisle Bowles
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