The Ruined Abbey, Or, The Affects Of Superstition Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPNQRH STLUVWXYZA2B2C2ED2E2 F2G2D2H2I2J2K2L2M2UN 2NGO2F2P2Q2N2R2S2T2U 2V2W2X2JY2Z2A3B3C3D3 E3AUF3B3B3G3H3I3B3AA B3J3B3K3AL3UB3M3B3AY B3N3AO3B3J3YB3AAB3B3 PJ3J3AAYB3P3AAOAAAAA B3AJ3AQ3B3B3AAJ3B3AB 3B3AB3J3AJ3B3B3R3B3B 3J3AYJ3F2AAJ3AB3F2B3 AJ3B3B3B3N2AO3AAB3B3 L3AB3S3J3B3B3F2T3B3U 3J3V3W3At length fair Peace with olive crown'd regains | A |
Her lawful throne and to the sacred haunts | B |
Of wood or fount the frighted Muse returns | C |
Happy the bard who from his native hills | D |
Soft musing on a summer's eve surveys | E |
His azure stream with pensile woods enclosed | F |
Or o'er the glassy surface with his friend | G |
Or faithful fair through bordering willows green | H |
Wafts his small frigate Fearless he of shouts | I |
Or taunts the rhetoric of the watery crew | J |
That ape confusion from the realms they rule | K |
Fearless of these who shares the gentler voice | L |
Of peace and music birds of sweetest song | M |
Attune from native boughs their various lay | N |
And cheer the forest birds of brighter plume | O |
With busy pinion skim the glittering wave | P |
And tempt the sun ambitious to display | N |
Their several merit while the vocal flute | Q |
Or number'd verse by female voice endear'd | R |
Crowns his delight and mollifies the scene | H |
If solitude his wandering steps invite | S |
To some more deep recess for hours there are | T |
When gay when social minds to Friendship's voice | L |
Or Beauty's charm her wild abodes prefer | U |
How pleased he treads her venerable shades | V |
Her solemn courts the centre of the grove | W |
The root built cave by far extended rocks | X |
Around embosom'd how it soothes the soul | Y |
If scoop'd at first by superstitious hands | Z |
The rugged cell received alone the shoals | A2 |
Of bigot minds Religion dwells not here | B2 |
Yet Virtue pleased at intervals retires | C2 |
Yet here may Wisdom as she walks the maze | E |
Some serious truths collect the rules of life | D2 |
And serious truths of mightier weight than gold | E2 |
I ask not wealth but let me hoard with care | F2 |
With frugal cunning with a niggard's art | G2 |
A few fix'd principles in early life | D2 |
Ere indolence impede the search explored | H2 |
Then like old Latimer when age impairs | I2 |
My judgment's eye when quibbling schools attack | J2 |
My grounded hope or subtler wits deride | K2 |
Will I not blush to shun the vain debate | L2 |
And this mine answer 'Thus 'twas thus I thought | M2 |
My mind yet vigorous and my soul entire | U |
Thus will I think averse to listen more | N2 |
To intricate discussion prone to stray | N |
Perhaps my reason may but ill defend | G |
My settled faith my mind with age impair'd | O2 |
Too sure its own infirmities declare | F2 |
But I am arm'd by caution studious youth | P2 |
And early foresight now the winds may rise | Q2 |
The tempest whistle and the billows roar | N2 |
My pinnace rides in port despoil'd and worn | R2 |
Shatter'd by time and storms but while it shuns | S2 |
The unequal conflict and declines the deep | T2 |
Sees the strong vessel fluctuate less secure ' | U2 |
Thus while he strays a thousand rural scenes | V2 |
Suggest instruction and instructing please | W2 |
And see betwixt the grove's extended arms | X2 |
An Abbey's rude remains attract thy view | J |
Gilt by the mid day sun with lingering step | Y2 |
Produce thine axe for aiming to destroy | Z2 |
Tree branch or shade for never shall thy breast | A3 |
Too long deliberate with timorous hand | B3 |
Remove the obstructive bough nor yet refuse | C3 |
Though sighing to destroy that favourite pine | D3 |
Raised by thine hand in its luxuriant prime | E3 |
Of beauty fair that screens the vast remains | A |
Aggrieved but constant as the Roman sire | U |
The rigid Manlius when his conquering son | F3 |
Bled by a parent's voice the cruel meed | B3 |
Of virtuous ardour timelessly display'd | B3 |
Nor cease till through the gloomy road the pile | G3 |
Gleam unobstructed thither oft thine eye | H3 |
Shall sweetly wander thence returning soothe | I3 |
With pensive scenes thy philosophic mind | B3 |
These were thy haunts thy opulent abodes | A |
O Superstition hence the dire disease | A |
Balanced with which the famed Athenian pest | B3 |
Were a short headache were the trivial pain | J3 |
Of transient indigestion seized mankind | B3 |
Long time she raged and scarce a southern gale | K3 |
Warm'd our chill air unloaded with the threats | A |
Of tyrant Rome but futile all till she | L3 |
Rome's abler legate magnified their power | U |
And in a thousand horrid forms attired | B3 |
Where then was truth to sanctify the page | M3 |
Of British annals if a foe expired | B3 |
The perjured monk suborn'd infernal shrieks | A |
And fiends to snatch at the departing soul | Y |
With hellish emulation if a friend | B3 |
High o'er his roof exultant angels tune | N3 |
Their golden lyres and waft him to the skies | A |
What then were vows were oaths were plighted faith | O3 |
The sovereign's just the subject's loyal pact | B3 |
To cherish mutual good annull'd and vain | J3 |
By Roman magic grew an idle scroll | Y |
Ere the frail sanction of the wax was cold | B3 |
With thee Plantagenet from civil broils | A |
The land awhile respired and all was peace | A |
Then Becket rose and impotent of mind | B3 |
From regal courts with lawless fury march'd | B3 |
The Church's blood stain'd convicts and forgave | P |
Bid murderous priests the sovereign frown contemn | J3 |
And with unhallow'd crosier bruised the crown | J3 |
Yet yielded not supinely tame a prince | A |
Of Henry's virtues learn'd courageous wise | A |
Of fair ambition Long his regal soul | Y |
Firm and erect the peevish priest exiled | B3 |
And braved the fury of revengeful Rome | P3 |
In vain let one faint malady diffuse | A |
The pensive gloom which Superstition loves | A |
And see him dwindled to a recreant groom | O |
Rein the proud palfrey while the priest ascends | A |
Was Coeur de Lion blest with whiter days | A |
Here the cowl'd zealots with united cries | A |
Urged the crusade and see of half his stores | A |
Despoil'd the wretch whose wiser bosom chose | A |
To bless his friends his race his native land | B3 |
Of ten fair suns that rode their annual race | A |
Not one beheld him on his vacant throne | J3 |
While haughty Longchamp 'mid his liveried files | A |
Of wanton vassals spoil'd his faithful realm | Q3 |
Battling in foreign fields collecting wide | B3 |
A laurel harvest for a pillaged land | B3 |
Oh dear bought trophies when a prince deserts | A |
His drooping realm to pluck the barren sprays | A |
When faithless John usurp'd the sullied crown | J3 |
What ample tyranny the groaning land | B3 |
Deem'd earth deem'd heaven its foe Six tedious years | A |
Our helpless fathers in despair obey'd | B3 |
The papal interdict and who obey'd | B3 |
The sovereign plunder'd O inglorious days | A |
When the French tyrant by the futile grant | B3 |
Of papal rescript claim'd Britannia's throne | J3 |
And durst invade be such inglorious days | A |
Or hence forgot or not recall'd in vain | J3 |
Scarce had the tortured ear dejected heard | B3 |
Rome's loud anathema but heartless dead | B3 |
To every purpose men nor wish'd to live | R3 |
Nor dared to die The poor laborious hind | B3 |
Heard the dire curse and from his trembling hand | B3 |
Fell the neglected crook that ruled the plain | J3 |
Thence journeying home in every cloud he sees | A |
A vengeful angel in whose waving scroll | Y |
He reads damnation sees its sable train | J3 |
Of grim attendants pencill'd by despair | F2 |
The weary pilgrim from remoter climes | A |
By painful steps arrived his home his friends | A |
His offspring left to lavish on the shrine | J3 |
Of some far honour'd saint his costly stores | A |
Inverts his foot step sickens at the sight | B3 |
Of the barr'd fane and silent sheds his tear | F2 |
The wretch whose hope by stern Oppression chased | B3 |
From every earthly bliss still as it saw | A |
Triumphant wrong took wing and flew to heaven | J3 |
And rested there now mourn'd his refuge lost | B3 |
And wonted peace The sacred fane was barr'd | B3 |
And the lone altar where the mourners throng'd | B3 |
To supplicate remission smoked no more | N2 |
While the green weed luxuriant round uprose | A |
Some from their deathbed whose delirious faith | O3 |
Through every stage of life to Rome's decrees | A |
Obsequious humbly hoped to die in peace | A |
Now saw the ghastly king approach begirt | B3 |
In tenfold terrors now expiring heard | B3 |
The last loud clarion sound and Heaven's decree | L3 |
With unremitting vengeance bar the skies | A |
Nor light the grief by Superstition weigh'd | B3 |
That their dishonour'd corse shut from the verge | S3 |
Of hallow'd earth or tutelary fane | J3 |
Must sleep with brutes their vassals on the field | B3 |
Unneath some path in marl unexercised | B3 |
No solemn bell extort a neighbour's tear | F2 |
No tongue of priest pronounce their soul secure | T3 |
Nor fondest friend assure their peace obtain'd | B3 |
The priest alas so boundless was the ill | U3 |
He like the flock he pillaged pined forlorn | J3 |
The vivid vermeil fled his fady cheek | V3 |
And his big paunch distended with th | W3 |
William Shenstone
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