The Dying Slave Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEBBFFGHIJKK FFLLMMNNFFGHOOPPQQRS TUVVWWOOGGXXYYZZA2A2 B2B2C2C2D2D2E2F2G2G2| Faint gazing on the burning orb of day | A |
| When Afric's injured son expiring lay | A |
| His forehead cold his labouring bosom bare | B |
| His dewy temples and his sable hair | B |
| His poor companions kissed and cried aloud | C |
| Rejoicing whilst his head in peace he bowed | C |
| Now thy long long task is done | D |
| Swiftly brother wilt thou run | D |
| Ere to morrow's golden beam | E |
| Glitter on thy parent stream | E |
| Swiftly the delights to share | B |
| The feast of joy that waits thee there | B |
| Swiftly brother wilt thou ride | F |
| O'er the long and stormy tide | F |
| Fleeter than the hurricane | G |
| Till thou see'st those scenes again | H |
| Where thy father's hut was reared | I |
| Where thy mother's voice was heard | J |
| Where thy infant brothers played | K |
| Beneath the fragrant citron shade | K |
| Where through green savannahs wide | F |
| Cooling rivers silent glide | F |
| Or the shrill cicalas sing | L |
| Ceaseless to their murmuring | L |
| Where the dance the festive song | M |
| Of many a friend divided long | M |
| Doomed through stranger lands to roam | N |
| Shall bid thy spirit welcome home | N |
| Fearless o'er the foaming tide | F |
| Again thy light canoe shall ride | F |
| Fearless on the embattled plain | G |
| Thou shalt lift thy lance again | H |
| Or starting at the call of morn | O |
| Wake the wild woods with thy horn | O |
| Or rushing down the mountain slope | P |
| O'ertake the nimble antelope | P |
| Or lead the dance 'mid blissful bands | Q |
| On cool Andracte's yellow sands | Q |
| Or in the embowering orange grove | R |
| Tell to thy long forsaken love | S |
| The wounds the agony severe | T |
| Thy patient spirit suffered here | U |
| Fear not now the tyrant's power | V |
| Past is his insulting hour | V |
| Mark no more the sullen trait | W |
| On slavery's brow of scorn and hate | W |
| Hear no more the long sigh borne | O |
| Murmuring on the gales of morn | O |
| Go in peace yet we remain | G |
| Far distant toiling on in pain | G |
| Ere the great Sun fire the skies | X |
| To our work of woe we rise | X |
| And see each night without a friend | Y |
| The world's great comforter descend | Y |
| Tell our brethren where ye meet | Z |
| Thus we toil with weary feet | Z |
| Yet tell them that Love's generous flame | A2 |
| In joy in wretchedness the same | A2 |
| In distant worlds was ne'er forgot | B2 |
| And tell them that we murmur not | B2 |
| Tell them though the pang will start | C2 |
| And drain the life blood from the heart | C2 |
| Tell them generous shame forbids | D2 |
| The tear to stain our burning lids | D2 |
| Tell them in weariness and want | E2 |
| For our native hills we pant | F2 |
| Where soon from shame and sorrow free | G2 |
| We hope in death to follow thee | G2 |
William Lisle Bowles
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