Artegal And Elidure Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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WHERE be the temples which in Britain's IsleA
For his paternal Gods the Trojan raisedB
Gone like a morning dream or like a pileA
Of clouds that in cerulean ether blazedB
Ere Julius landed on her white cliffed shoreC
They sank delivered o'erD
To fatal dissolution and I weenE
No vestige then was left that such had ever beenE
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Nathless a British record long concealedF
In old Armorica whose secret springsG
No Gothic conqueror ever drank revealedF
The marvellous current of forgotten thingsG
How Brutus came by oracles impelledH
And Albion's giants quelledH
A brood whom no civility could meltI
'Who never tasted grace and goodness ne'er had felt '-
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By brave Corineus aided he subduedJ
And rooted out the intolerable kindK
And this too long polluted land imbuedJ
With goodly arts and usages refinedK
Whence golden harvests cities warlike towersL
And pleasure's sumptuous bowersL
Whence all the fixed delights of house and homeM
Friendships that will not break and love that cannot roamM
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O happy Britain region all too fairN
For self delighting fancy to endureO
That silence only should inhabit thereN
Wild beasts or uncouth savages impureO
But intermingled with the generous seedP
Grew many a poisonous weedP
Thus fares it still with all that takes its birthQ
From human care or grows upon the breast of earthQ
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Hence and how soon that war of vengeance wagedR
By Guendolen against her faithless lordS
Till she in jealous fury unassuagedS
Had slain his paramour with ruthless swordS
Then into Severn hideously defiledS
She flung her blameless childS
Sabrina vowing that the stream should bearN
That name through every age her hatred to declareN
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So speaks the Chronicle and tells of LearT
By his ungrateful daughters turned adriftS
Ye lightnings hear his voice they cannot hearU
Nor can the winds restore his simple giftS
But One there is a Child of nature meekV
Who comes her Sire to seekV
And he recovering sense upon her breastS
Leans smilingly and sinks into a perfect restS
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There too we read of Spenser's fairy themesW
And those that Milton loved in youthful yearsX
The sage enchanter Merlin's subtle schemesW
The feats of Arthur and his knightly peersX
Of Arthur who to upper light restoredS
With that terrific swordS
Which yet he brandishes for future warC
Shall lift his country's fame above the polar starY
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What wonder then if in such ample fieldS
Of old tradition one particular flowerD
Doth seemingly in vain its fragrance yieldS
And bloom unnoticed even to this late hourD
Now gentle Muses your assistance grantS
While I this flower transplantS
Into a garden stored with PoesyX
Where flowers and herbs unite and haply some weeds beZ
That wanting not wild grace are from all mischief freeZ
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A KING more worthy of respect and loveA2
Than wise Gorbonian ruled not in his dayS
And grateful Britain prospered far aboveA2
All neighbouring countries through his righteous swayS
He poured rewards and honours on the goodS
The oppressor he withstoodS
And while he served the Gods with reverence dueS
Fields smiled and temples rose and towns and cities grewS
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He died whom Artegal succeeds his sonE
But how unworthy of that sire was heZ
A hopeful reign auspiciously begunE
Was darkened soon by foul iniquityZ
From crime to crime he mounted till at lengthB2
The nobles leagued their strengthB2
With a vexed people and the tyrant chasedS
And on the vacant throne his worthier Brother placedS
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From realm to realm the humbled Exile wentS
Suppliant for aid his kingdom to regainE
In many a court and many a warrior's tentS
He urged his persevering suit in vainE
Him in whose wretched heart ambition failedS
Dire poverty assailedS
And tired with slights his pride no more could brookC2
He towards his native country cast a longing lookC2
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Fair blew the wished for wind the voyage spedS
He landed and by many dangers scaredS
'Poorly provided poorly followed '-
To Calaterium's forest he repairedS
How changed from him who born to highest placeX
Had swayed the royal maceX
Flattered and feared despised yet deifiedS
In Troynovant his seat by silver Thames's sideS
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From that wild region where the crownless KingD2
Lay in concealment with his scanty trainE
Supporting life by water from the springD2
And such chance food as outlaws can obtainE
Unto the few whom he esteems his friendsX
A messenger he sendsX
And from their secret loyalty requiresX
Shelter and daily bread the sum of his desiresX
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While he the issue waits at early mornE
Wandering by stealth abroad he chanced to hearU
A startling outcry made by hound and hornE
From which the tusky wild boar flies in fearT
And scouring toward him o'er the grassy plainE
Behold the hunter trainE
He bids his little company advanceX
With seeming unconcern and steady countenanceX
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The royal Elidure who leads the chaseX
Hath checked his foaming courser can it beZ
Methinks that I should recognise that faceX
Though much disguised by long adversityZ
He gazed rejoicing and again he gazedS
Confounded and amazedS
'It is the king my brother ' and by soundS
Of his own voice confirmed he leaps upon the groundS
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Long strict and tender was the embrace he gaveE2
Feebly returned by daunted ArtegalA
Whose natural affection doubts enslaveE2
And apprehensions dark and criminalA
Loth to restrain the moving interviewS
The attendant lords withdrewS
And while they stood upon the plain apartS
Thus Elidure by words relieved his struggling heartS
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'By heavenly Powers conducted we have metS
O Brother to my knowledge lost so longF2
But neither lost to love nor to regretS
Nor to my wishes lost forgive the wrongF2
Such it may seem if I thy crown have borneE
Thy royal mantle wornE
I was their natural guardian and 'tis justS
That now I should restore what hath been held in trust '-
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A while the astonished Artegal stood muteS
Then thus exclaimed 'To me of titles shornE
And stripped of power me feeble destituteS
To me a kingdom spare the bitter scornE
If justice ruled the breast of foreign kingsX
Then on the wide spread wingsX
Of war had I returned to claim my rightS
This will I here avow not dreading thy despite '-
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'I do not blame thee ' Elidure repliedS
'But if my looks did with my words agreeZ
I should at once be trusted not defiedS
And thou from all disquietude be freeZ
May the unsullied Goddess of the chaseX
Who to this blessed placeX
At this blest moment led me if I speakV
With insincere intent on me her vengeance wreakV
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'Were this same spear which in my hand I graspG2
The British sceptre here would I to theeZ
The symbol yield and would undo this claspG2
If it confined the robe of sovereigntyZ
Odious to me the pomp of regal courtS
And joyless sylvan sportS
While thou art roving wretched and forlornE
Thy couch the dewy earth thy roof the forest thorn '-
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Then Artegal thus spake 'I only soughtS
Within this realm a place of safe retreatS
Beware of rousing an ambitious thoughtS
Beware of kindling hopes for me unmeetS
Thou art reputed wise but in my mindS
Art pitiably blindS
Full soon this generous purpose thou may'st rueS
When that which has been done no wishes can undoS
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'Who when a crown is fixed upon his headS
Would balance claim with claim and right with rightS
But thou I know not how inspired how ledS
Wouldst change the course of things in all men's sightS
And this for one who cannot imitateS
Thy virtue who may hateS
For if by such strange sacrifice restoredS
He reign thou still must be his king and sovereign lordS
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'Lifted in magnanimity aboveA2
Aught that my feeble nature could performH2
Or even conceive surpassing me in loveA2
Far as in power the eagle doth the wormI2
I Brother only should be king in nameJ2
And govern to my shameJ2
A shadow in a hated land while allA
Of glad or willing service to thy share would fall '-
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'Believe it not '-

William Wordsworth



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