The Ruined Abbey, Or, The Affects Of Superstition Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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At length fair Peace with olive crown'd regainsA
Her lawful throne and to the sacred hauntsB
Of wood or fount the frighted Muse returnsC
Happy the bard who from his native hillsD
Soft musing on a summer's eve surveysE
His azure stream with pensile woods enclosedF
Or o'er the glassy surface with his friendG
Or faithful fair through bordering willows greenH
Wafts his small frigate Fearless he of shoutsI
Or taunts the rhetoric of the watery crewJ
That ape confusion from the realms they ruleK
Fearless of these who shares the gentler voiceL
Of peace and music birds of sweetest songM
Attune from native boughs their various layN
And cheer the forest birds of brighter plumeO
With busy pinion skim the glittering waveP
And tempt the sun ambitious to displayN
Their several merit while the vocal fluteQ
Or number'd verse by female voice endear'dR
Crowns his delight and mollifies the sceneH
If solitude his wandering steps inviteS
To some more deep recess for hours there areT
When gay when social minds to Friendship's voiceL
Or Beauty's charm her wild abodes preferU
How pleased he treads her venerable shadesV
Her solemn courts the centre of the groveW
The root built cave by far extended rocksX
Around embosom'd how it soothes the soulY
If scoop'd at first by superstitious handsZ
The rugged cell received alone the shoalsA2
Of bigot minds Religion dwells not hereB2
Yet Virtue pleased at intervals retiresC2
Yet here may Wisdom as she walks the mazeE
Some serious truths collect the rules of lifeD2
And serious truths of mightier weight than goldE2
I ask not wealth but let me hoard with careF2
With frugal cunning with a niggard's artG2
A few fix'd principles in early lifeD2
Ere indolence impede the search exploredH2
Then like old Latimer when age impairsI2
My judgment's eye when quibbling schools attackJ2
My grounded hope or subtler wits derideK2
Will I not blush to shun the vain debateL2
And this mine answer 'Thus 'twas thus I thoughtM2
My mind yet vigorous and my soul entireU
Thus will I think averse to listen moreN2
To intricate discussion prone to strayN
Perhaps my reason may but ill defendG
My settled faith my mind with age impair'dO2
Too sure its own infirmities declareF2
But I am arm'd by caution studious youthP2
And early foresight now the winds may riseQ2
The tempest whistle and the billows roarN2
My pinnace rides in port despoil'd and wornR2
Shatter'd by time and storms but while it shunsS2
The unequal conflict and declines the deepT2
Sees the strong vessel fluctuate less secure 'U2
Thus while he strays a thousand rural scenesV2
Suggest instruction and instructing pleaseW2
And see betwixt the grove's extended armsX2
An Abbey's rude remains attract thy viewJ
Gilt by the mid day sun with lingering stepY2
Produce thine axe for aiming to destroyZ2
Tree branch or shade for never shall thy breastA3
Too long deliberate with timorous handB3
Remove the obstructive bough nor yet refuseC3
Though sighing to destroy that favourite pineD3
Raised by thine hand in its luxuriant primeE3
Of beauty fair that screens the vast remainsA
Aggrieved but constant as the Roman sireU
The rigid Manlius when his conquering sonF3
Bled by a parent's voice the cruel meedB3
Of virtuous ardour timelessly display'dB3
Nor cease till through the gloomy road the pileG3
Gleam unobstructed thither oft thine eyeH3
Shall sweetly wander thence returning sootheI3
With pensive scenes thy philosophic mindB3
These were thy haunts thy opulent abodesA
O Superstition hence the dire diseaseA
Balanced with which the famed Athenian pestB3
Were a short headache were the trivial painJ3
Of transient indigestion seized mankindB3
Long time she raged and scarce a southern galeK3
Warm'd our chill air unloaded with the threatsA
Of tyrant Rome but futile all till sheL3
Rome's abler legate magnified their powerU
And in a thousand horrid forms attiredB3
Where then was truth to sanctify the pageM3
Of British annals if a foe expiredB3
The perjured monk suborn'd infernal shrieksA
And fiends to snatch at the departing soulY
With hellish emulation if a friendB3
High o'er his roof exultant angels tuneN3
Their golden lyres and waft him to the skiesA
What then were vows were oaths were plighted faithO3
The sovereign's just the subject's loyal pactB3
To cherish mutual good annull'd and vainJ3
By Roman magic grew an idle scrollY
Ere the frail sanction of the wax was coldB3
With thee Plantagenet from civil broilsA
The land awhile respired and all was peaceA
Then Becket rose and impotent of mindB3
From regal courts with lawless fury march'dB3
The Church's blood stain'd convicts and forgaveP
Bid murderous priests the sovereign frown contemnJ3
And with unhallow'd crosier bruised the crownJ3
Yet yielded not supinely tame a princeA
Of Henry's virtues learn'd courageous wiseA
Of fair ambition Long his regal soulY
Firm and erect the peevish priest exiledB3
And braved the fury of revengeful RomeP3
In vain let one faint malady diffuseA
The pensive gloom which Superstition lovesA
And see him dwindled to a recreant groomO
Rein the proud palfrey while the priest ascendsA
Was Coeur de Lion blest with whiter daysA
Here the cowl'd zealots with united criesA
Urged the crusade and see of half his storesA
Despoil'd the wretch whose wiser bosom choseA
To bless his friends his race his native landB3
Of ten fair suns that rode their annual raceA
Not one beheld him on his vacant throneJ3
While haughty Longchamp 'mid his liveried filesA
Of wanton vassals spoil'd his faithful realmQ3
Battling in foreign fields collecting wideB3
A laurel harvest for a pillaged landB3
Oh dear bought trophies when a prince desertsA
His drooping realm to pluck the barren spraysA
When faithless John usurp'd the sullied crownJ3
What ample tyranny the groaning landB3
Deem'd earth deem'd heaven its foe Six tedious yearsA
Our helpless fathers in despair obey'dB3
The papal interdict and who obey'dB3
The sovereign plunder'd O inglorious daysA
When the French tyrant by the futile grantB3
Of papal rescript claim'd Britannia's throneJ3
And durst invade be such inglorious daysA
Or hence forgot or not recall'd in vainJ3
Scarce had the tortured ear dejected heardB3
Rome's loud anathema but heartless deadB3
To every purpose men nor wish'd to liveR3
Nor dared to die The poor laborious hindB3
Heard the dire curse and from his trembling handB3
Fell the neglected crook that ruled the plainJ3
Thence journeying home in every cloud he seesA
A vengeful angel in whose waving scrollY
He reads damnation sees its sable trainJ3
Of grim attendants pencill'd by despairF2
The weary pilgrim from remoter climesA
By painful steps arrived his home his friendsA
His offspring left to lavish on the shrineJ3
Of some far honour'd saint his costly storesA
Inverts his foot step sickens at the sightB3
Of the barr'd fane and silent sheds his tearF2
The wretch whose hope by stern Oppression chasedB3
From every earthly bliss still as it sawA
Triumphant wrong took wing and flew to heavenJ3
And rested there now mourn'd his refuge lostB3
And wonted peace The sacred fane was barr'dB3
And the lone altar where the mourners throng'dB3
To supplicate remission smoked no moreN2
While the green weed luxuriant round uproseA
Some from their deathbed whose delirious faithO3
Through every stage of life to Rome's decreesA
Obsequious humbly hoped to die in peaceA
Now saw the ghastly king approach begirtB3
In tenfold terrors now expiring heardB3
The last loud clarion sound and Heaven's decreeL3
With unremitting vengeance bar the skiesA
Nor light the grief by Superstition weigh'dB3
That their dishonour'd corse shut from the vergeS3
Of hallow'd earth or tutelary faneJ3
Must sleep with brutes their vassals on the fieldB3
Unneath some path in marl unexercisedB3
No solemn bell extort a neighbour's tearF2
No tongue of priest pronounce their soul secureT3
Nor fondest friend assure their peace obtain'dB3
The priest alas so boundless was the illU3
He like the flock he pillaged pined forlornJ3
The vivid vermeil fled his fady cheekV3
And his big paunch distended with thW3

William Shenstone



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