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Sacred to the Memory of His Royal Highness Frederic Prince of Wales

James Beattie (1735–1803) · 1771–1774

iambic pentameter · heroic couplets · 131 lines · from The Minstrel and Other Poems

From the big horror of War's hoarse alarms,And the tremendous clang of clashing arms,Descend, my Muse! a deeper scene to draw(A scene will hold the listening world in awe)Is my intent: Melpomene inspire,While, with sad notes, I strike the trembling lyre!And may my lines with easy motion flow,Melt as they move, and fill each heart with woe:Big with the sorrow it describes, my song,In solemn pomp, majestic, move along.O bear me to some awful silent glade,Where cedars form an unremitting shade;Where never track of human feet was known;Where never cheerful light of Phoebus shone;Where chirping linnets warble tales of love,And hoarser winds howl murmuring through the grove;Where some unhappy wretch aye mourns his doom,Deep melancholy wandering through the gloom;Where solitude and meditation roam,And where no dawning glimpse of hope can come!Place me in such an unfrequented shade,To speak to none but with the mighty dead;To assist the pouring rains with brimful eyes,And aid hoarse howling Boreas with my sighs.When Winter's horrors left Britannia's isle,And Spring in blooming vendure 'gan to smile;When rills, unbound, began to purl along,And warbling larks renew'd the vernal song;When sprouting roses, deck'd in crimson dye,Began to bloom, ...Hard fate! then, noble Frederic, didst thou die:Doom'd by inexorable fate's decree,The approaching summer ne'er on earth to see:In thy parch'd vitals burning fevers rage,Whose flame the virtue of no herbs assuage;No cooling medicine can its heat allay,Relentless destiny cries, "No delay!"Ye powers! and must a prince so noble die?(Whose equal breathes not under the ambient sky:)Ah! must he die, then, in youth's full-blown prime,Cut by the scythe of all-devouring Time?Yes, fate has doom'd! his soul now leaves its weight,And all are under the decree of fate;The irrevocable doom of destinyPronounced, "All mortals must submissive die."The princes wait around with weeping eyes,And the dome echoes all with piercing cries:With doleful noise the matrons scream around,With female shrieks the vaulted roofs rebound:A dismal noise! Now one promiscuous roarCries, "Ah! the noble Frederic is no more!"The chief reluctant yields his latest breath;His eye-lids settle in the shades of death;Dark sable shades present before each eye,And the deep vast abyss, Eternity!Through perpetuity's expanse he springs;And o'er the vast profound he shoots on wings;The soul to distant regions steers her flight,And sails incumbent on inferior night:With vast celerity she shoots away,And meets the regions of eternal day,To shine for ever in the heavenly birth,And leave the body here to rot on earth.The melancholy patriots round it wait,And mourn the royal hero's timeless fate.Disconsolate they move, a mournful band!In solemn pomp they march along the strand:The noble chief, interr'd in youthful bloom,Lies in the dreary regions of the tomb.Adown Augusta's pallid visage flowThe living pearls with unaffected woe:Disconsolate, hapless, see pale Britain mourn,Abandon'd isle! forsaken and forlornWith desperate hands her bleeding breast she beats;While o'er her, frowning, grim destruction threats.She mourns with heart-felt grief, she rends her hair,And fills with piercing cries the echoing air.Well mayst thou mourn thy patriot's timeless end,Thy Muse's patron, and thy merchant's friend!What heart shall pity thy full-flowing grief?What hand now deign to give thy poor relief?To encourage arts, whose bounty now shall flow,And learned science to promote, bestow?Who now protect thee from the hostile frown,And to the injured just return his own?From usury and oppression who shall guardThe helpless, and the threatening ruin ward?Alas! the truly noble Briton's gone,And left us here in ceaseless woe to moan!Impending desolation hangs around,And ruin hovers o'er the trembling ground:The blooming spring droops her enamell'd head,Her glories wither, and her flowers all fade:The sprouting leaves already drop away;Languish the living herbs with pale decay:The bowing trees, see! o'er the blasted heath,Depending, bend beneath the weight of death:Wrapp'd in the expansive gloom, the lightnings play,Hoarse thunder mutters through the aerial way:All Nature feels the pangs, the storms renew,And sprouts, with fatal haste, the baleful yew.Some power avert the threatening horrid weight,And, godlike, prop Britannia's sinking state!Minerva, hover o'er young George's soul;May sacred wisdom all his deeds control!Exalted grandeur in each action shine,His conduct all declare the youth divine!Methinks I see him shine a glorious star,Gentle in peace, but terrible in war!Methinks each region does his praise resound,And nations tremble at his name around!His fame, through every distant kingdom rung,Proclaims him of the race from whence he sprung:So sable smoke in volumes curls on high;Heaps roll on heaps, and blacken all the sky:Already so, his fame, methinks, is hurl'dAround the admiring, venerating world.So the benighted wanderer, on his way,Laments the absence of all-cheering day;Far distant from his friends and native home,And not one glimpse does glimmer through the gloom:In thought he breathes, each sigh his latest breath,Present, each meditation, pits of death:Irregular, wild chimeras fill his soul,And death, and dying, every step control.Till from the east there breaks a purple gleam,His fears then vanish as a fleeting dream:Hid in a cloud the sun first shoots his ray,Then breaks effulgent on the illumined day;We see no spot then in the flaming rays,Confused and lost within the excessive blaze.

Words in this poem 43

tremendous a.: Fitted to excite fear or terror; such as may astonish or terrify by its magnitude, force, or violence; terrible; dreadful; as, a tremendous wind; a tremendous shower; a tremendous shock or fall. [L. tremendus that is to be trembled at, fearful, fr. tremere to tremble. See Tremble.]
clang v. t.: To strike together so as to produce a ringing metallic sound. [L. clangere; akin to Gr. clank.]
melpomene n.: The Muse of tragedy.
glade n.: An open passage through a wood; a grassy open or cleared space in a forest. [Prob. of Scand. origin, and akin to glad, a.; cf. also W. golead, goleuad, a lighting, illumination, fr. goleu light, clear, bright, goleu fwlch glade, lit., a ]
phoebus n.: Apollo; the sun god.
warble v. t.: To sing in a trilling, quavering, or vibratory manner; to modulate with turns or variations; to trill; as, certain birds are remarkable for warbling their songs. [OE. werbelen, OF. werbler; of Teutonic origin; cf. G. wirbeln to turn, to warble, D. wervelen, akin to E. whirl. See Whirl.]
unfrequented a.: Rarely visited; seldom or never resorted to by human beings; as, an unfrequented place or forest. [Pref. un- + frequented.]
brimful a.: Full to the brim; completely full; ready to overflow.
boreas n.: The north wind; -- usually a personification. [L. boreas, Gr. .]
isle v. t.: To cause to become an island, or like an island; to surround or encompass; to island.
purl v. t.: To decorate with fringe or embroidery. [Contr. fr. purfile, purfle. See Purfle.]
didst: , the 2d pers. sing. imp. of Do.
vitals n.: Organs that are necessary for life; more especially, the heart, lungs, and brain.
cooling a.: Adapted to cool and refresh; allaying heat.
relentless a.: Unmoved by appeals for sympathy or forgiveness; insensible to the distresses of others; destitute of tenderness; unrelenting; unyielding; unpitying; as, a prey to relentless despotism.
ambient a.: Encompassing on all sides; circumfused; investing. [L. ambiens, p. pr. of ambire to go around; amb- + ire to go.]
dismal a.: Fatal; ill-omened; unlucky. [Formerly a noun; e. g., "I trow it was in the dismalle." Chaucer. Of uncertain origin; but perh. (as suggested by Skeat) from OF. disme, F. dîme, tithe, the phr]
sable n.: A carnivorous animal of the Weasel family (Mustela zibellina) native of the northern latitudes of Europe, Asia, and America, -- noted for its fine, soft, and valuable fur. [OF. sable, F. zibeline sable (in sense 4), LL. sabellum; cf. D. sabel, Dan. sabel, zobel, Sw. sabel, sobel, G. zobel; all fr. Russ. sóbole.]
timeless a.: Done at an improper time; unseasonable; untimely.
disconsolate n.: Disconsolateness. Barrow.
dreary a.: Sorrowful; distressful. [OE. dreori, dreri, AS. dreórig, sad; akin to G. traurig, and prob. to AS. dreósan to fall, Goth. driusan. Cf. Dross, Drear, Drizzle, Drowse.]
adown adv.: From a higher to a lower situation; downward; down, to or on the ground. [OE. adun, adoun, adune. AS. of dune off the hill. See Down.]
visage n.: The face, countenance, or look of a person or an animal; -- chiefly applied to the human face. [F. visage, from L. visus a seeing, a look, fr. videre, visum, to see. See Vision.]
unaffected a.: Not affected or moved; destitute of affection or emotion; uninfluenced.
hapless a.: Without hap or luck; luckless; unfortunate; unlucky; unhappy; as, hapless youth; hapless maid.
forlorn a.: Deserted abandoned; lost. [OE., p.p. of forlesen to lose utterly, AS. forleósan (p.p. forloren); pref. for- + leósan (in comp.) to lose; cf. D. verliezen to lose, G. verlieren, Sw. förlor]
desperate a.: Without hope; given to despair; hopeless. [L. desperatus, p. p. of desperare. See Despair, and cf. Desperado.]
shall v. i.: To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
deign v. t.: To esteem worthy; to consider worth notice; -- opposed to disdain. [OE. deinen, deignen, OF. degner, deigner, daigner, F. daigner, fr. L. dignari to deem worthy, deign, fr. dignus worthy; akin to decere to be fitting. See Decent]
bounty n.: Goodness, kindness; virtue; worth. [OE. bounte goodness, kindness, F. bonté, fr. L. bonitas, fr. bonus good, for older duonus; cf. Skr. duvas honor, respect.]
usury n.: A premium or increase paid, or stipulated to be paid, for a loan, as of money; interest. [OE. usurie, usure, F. usure, L. usura use, usury, interest, fr. uti, p. p. usus, to use. See Use, v. t.]
ceaseless a.: Without pause or end; incessant.
desolation n.: The act of desolating or laying waste; destruction of inhabitants; depopulation. [F. désolation, L. desolatio.]
languish v. i.: To cause to dr Shak.
blasted a.: Blighted; withered.
horrid a.: Rough; rugged; bristling. [L. horridus. See Horror, and cf. Ordure.]
minerva n.: The goddess of wisdom, of war, of the arts and sciences, of poetry, and of spinning and weaving; -- identified with the Grecian Pallas Athene. [L.]
hover n.: A cover; a shelter; a protection. Carew. C. Kingsley. [Etymol. doubtful.]
methinks v.: It seems to me; I think. See Me. [AS. þyncan to seem, me þynceedh, me þuhte, OE. me thinketh, me thoughte; akin to G. dünken to seem, denken to think, and E. think. See Me, and Think.]
glorious a.: Exhibiting attributes, qualities, or acts that are worthy of or receive glory; noble; praiseworthy; excellent; splendid; illustrious; inspiring admiration; as, glorious deeds. [OF. glorios, glorious, F. glorieux, fr. L. gloriosus. See Glory, n.]
rung n.: A floor timber in a ship. [OE. ronge, AS. hrung, a staff, rod, pole; akin to G. runge a short, thick piece of iron or wood, OD. ronghe a prop, support, Icel. röng a rib in a ship, Goth. H]
admiring a.: Expressing admiration; as, an admiring glance.
effulgent a.: Diffusing a flood of light; shining; luminous; beaming; bright; splendid. [L. effulgens, -entis, p. pr. of effulgere.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

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Form and metre

Sacred to the Memory of His Royal Highness Frederic Prince of Wales is 131 lines in a single stanza. It is in rhyming couplets, 61% of the lines: heroic couplets. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 89%). 96% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 10.0 syllables. 2 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 5% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

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Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

1 AA--BBCCDDEEFF--GGHH--IIJJKKL-LLLMMNNOOPPQQ--RRSSTTUU--VVWWXXYYZZaabbccdd--eeffgghh-i---ijj--kk--kkllmmnnoo--ppqqrrsstt--uuvvwwxxyy alarms^A · arms^A · draw · awe · inspire^B · lyre^B · flow^C · woe^C · song^D · along^D · glade^E · shade^E · known^F · shone^F · love · grove · doom^G · gloom^G · roam^H · come^H · shade · dead · eyes^I · sighs^I · isle^J · smile^J · along^K · song^K · dye^L · bloom · die^L · decree^L · see^L · rage^M · assuage^M · allay^N · delay^N · die^O · sky^O · prime^P · time^P · weight^Q · fate^Q · destiny · die · eyes^R · cries^R · around^S · rebound^S · roar^T · more^T · breath^U · death^U · eye · eternity · springs^V · wings^V · flight^W · night^W · away^X · day^X · birth^Y · earth^Y · wait^Z · fate^Z · band^a · strand^a · bloom^b · tomb^b · flow^c · woe^c · mourn^d · forlorn^d · beats · threats · hair^e · air^e · end^f · friend^f · grief^g · relief^g · flow^h · bestow^h · frown · ownⁱ · guard · ward · gone · moanⁱ · around^j · ground^j · head · fade · away^k · decay^k · heath · death · play^k · way^k · renew^l · yew^l · weight^m · state^m · soulⁿ · controlⁿ · shine^o · divine^o · star · war · resound^p · around^p · rung^q · sprung^q · high^r · sky^r · hurl'd^s · world^s · way^t · day^t · home · gloom · breath^u · death^u · soul^v · control^v · gleam^w · dream^w · ray^x · day^x · rays^y · blaze^y

Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.

Line	Syl.	Stress
From the big horror of War's hoarse alarms,	10	···/˘···˘/
And the tremendous clang of clashing arms,	10	··˘/˘··/˘·
Descend, my Muse! a deeper scene to draw	10	˘/···/˘···
(A scene will hold the listening world in awe)	10	·····/˘···
Is my intent: Melpomene inspire,	10	··˘/˘/˘˘˘/
While, with sad notes, I strike the trembling lyre!	10	·······/˘·
And may my lines with easy motion flow,	10	·····/˘/˘·
Melt as they move, and fill each heart with woe:	10	··········
Big with the sorrow it describes, my song,	10	···/˘·˘/··
In solemn pomp, majestic, move along.	10	·/˘·˘/˘·˘/
O bear me to some awful silent glade,	10	·····/˘/˘·
Where cedars form an unremitting shade;	10	·/˘···˘/˘·
Where never track of human feet was known;	10	·/˘··/˘···
Where never cheerful light of Phoebus shone;	10	·/˘/˘··/˘·
Where chirping linnets warble tales of love,	10	·/˘/˘/˘···
And hoarser winds howl murmuring through the grove;	10	·····/˘···
Where some unhappy wretch aye mourns his doom,	10	··˘/˘·····
Deep melancholy wandering through the gloom;	10	·/˘·˘/˘···
Where solitude and meditation roam,	10	·/˘···˘/˘·
And where no dawning glimpse of hope can come!	10	···/˘·····
Place me in such an unfrequented shade,	10	··········
To speak to none but with the mighty dead;	10	·······/˘·
To assist the pouring rains with brimful eyes,	11	·˘/·/˘··/˘·
And aid hoarse howling Boreas with my sighs.	11	···/˘/˘˘···
When Winter's horrors left Britannia's isle,	10	·/˘/˘·˘/˘·
And Spring in blooming vendure 'gan to smile;	10	···/˘·····
When rills, unbound, began to purl along,	10	··˘/˘/··˘/
And warbling larks renew'd the vernal song;	10	·/˘·˘/·/˘·
When sprouting roses, deck'd in crimson dye,	10	·/˘/˘··/˘·
Began to bloom, ...	4	˘/··
Hard fate! then, noble Frederic, didst thou die:	10	···/˘/˘···
Doom'd by inexorable fate's decree,	10	···/˘˘˘·˘/
The approaching summer ne'er on earth to see:	11	·˘/˘/˘·····
In thy parch'd vitals burning fevers rage,	10	···/˘/˘/˘·
Whose flame the virtue of no herbs assuage;	10	···/˘···˘/
No cooling medicine can its heat allay,	10	·/˘/˘···˘/
Relentless destiny cries, "No delay!"	10	˘/˘/˘˘··˘/
Ye powers! and must a prince so noble die?	10	·/·····/˘·
(Whose equal breathes not under the ambient sky:)	11	·/˘·····/˘·
Ah! must he die, then, in youth's full-blown prime,	10	··········
Cut by the scythe of all-devouring Time?	10	······˘/˘·
Yes, fate has doom'd! his soul now leaves its weight,	10	··········
And all are under the decree of fate;	10	······˘/··
The irrevocable doom of destiny	11	·˘/˘˘˘··/˘˘
Pronounced, "All mortals must submissive die."	10	˘/·/˘·˘/˘·
The princes wait around with weeping eyes,	10	·/˘····/˘·
And the dome echoes all with piercing cries:	10	···/˘··/˘·
With doleful noise the matrons scream around,	10	·/˘··/˘···
With female shrieks the vaulted roofs rebound:	10	·/···/˘·˘/
A dismal noise! Now one promiscuous roar	10	·/˘···/˘˘·
Cries, "Ah! the noble Frederic is no more!"	10	···/˘/˘···
The chief reluctant yields his latest breath;	10	··˘/˘··/˘·
His eye-lids settle in the shades of death;	10	···/˘·····
Dark sable shades present before each eye,	10	·/˘·˘/····
And the deep vast abyss, Eternity!	10	····˘/˘/˘˘
Through perpetuity's expanse he springs;	10	··˘/˘˘˘/··
And o'er the vast profound he shoots on wings;	10	····˘/····
The soul to distant regions steers her flight,	10	···/˘/˘···
And sails incumbent on inferior night:	10	··˘/˘·˘/˘·
With vast celerity she shoots away,	10	··˘/˘˘··˘/
And meets the regions of eternal day,	10	···/˘·˘/˘·
To shine for ever in the heavenly birth,	10	···/··/˘˘·
And leave the body here to rot on earth.	10	···/˘·····
The melancholy patriots round it wait,	10	·/˘·˘/˘···
And mourn the royal hero's timeless fate.	10	···/˘/˘/˘·
Disconsolate they move, a mournful band!	10	˘/˘˘···/˘·
In solemn pomp they march along the strand:	10	·/˘···˘/··
The noble chief, interr'd in youthful bloom,	10	·/˘··/·/˘·
Lies in the dreary regions of the tomb.	10	···/˘/˘···
Adown Augusta's pallid visage flow	10	˘/˘/˘/˘/˘·
The living pearls with unaffected woe:	10	·/˘···˘/˘·
Disconsolate, hapless, see pale Britain mourn,	11	˘/˘˘/˘··/˘·
Abandon'd isle! forsaken and forlorn	10	˘/˘·˘/˘·˘/
With desperate hands her bleeding breast she beats;	10	·/˘··/˘···
While o'er her, frowning, grim destruction threats.	10	···/˘·˘/˘·
She mourns with heart-felt grief, she rends her hair,	10	··········
And fills with piercing cries the echoing air.	10	···/˘··/˘·
Well mayst thou mourn thy patriot's timeless end,	10	·····/˘/˘·
Thy Muse's patron, and thy merchant's friend!	10	·/˘/˘··/˘·
What heart shall pity thy full-flowing grief?	10	···/˘··/˘·
What hand now deign to give thy poor relief?	10	········˘/
To encourage arts, whose bounty now shall flow,	11	·˘/˘··/˘···
And learned science to promote, bestow?	10	··˘/˘·˘/˘/
Who now protect thee from the hostile frown,	10	··˘/···/˘·
And to the injured just return his own?	10	···/˘·˘/··
From usury and oppression who shall guard	10	·/˘·˘/˘···
The helpless, and the threatening ruin ward?	10	·/˘··/˘˘/·
Alas! the truly noble Briton's gone,	10	˘/·/˘/˘/˘·
And left us here in ceaseless woe to moan!	10	·····/˘···
Impending desolation hangs around,	10	˘/˘·˘/˘···
And ruin hovers o'er the trembling ground:	10	·//˘··/˘˘·
The blooming spring droops her enamell'd head,	10	·/˘·······
Her glories wither, and her flowers all fade:	10	·/˘/˘··/··
The sprouting leaves already drop away;	10	·/˘·˘/˘·˘/
Languish the living herbs with pale decay:	10	/˘·/˘···˘/
The bowing trees, see! o'er the blasted heath,	10	·/˘····/˘·
Depending, bend beneath the weight of death:	10	˘/˘·······
Wrapp'd in the expansive gloom, the lightnings play,	11	···˘/˘··/˘·
Hoarse thunder mutters through the aerial way:	10	·/˘/˘··/˘·
All Nature feels the pangs, the storms renew,	10	·/˘·····˘/
And sprouts, with fatal haste, the baleful yew.	10	···/˘··/˘·
Some power avert the threatening horrid weight,	10	·/˘/·/˘/˘·
And, godlike, prop Britannia's sinking state!	10	·/˘·˘/˘/˘·
Minerva, hover o'er young George's soul;	10	˘/˘/˘··/˘·
May sacred wisdom all his deeds control!	10	·/˘/˘···˘/
Exalted grandeur in each action shine,	10	˘/˘˘/··/˘·
His conduct all declare the youth divine!	10	·/˘·˘/··˘/
Methinks I see him shine a glorious star,	10	˘/·····/˘·
Gentle in peace, but terrible in war!	10	/˘···/˘˘··
Methinks each region does his praise resound,	10	˘/·/˘····/
And nations tremble at his name around!	10	·/˘/˘·····
His fame, through every distant kingdom rung,	10	···/˘/˘/˘·
Proclaims him of the race from whence he sprung:	10	˘/········
So sable smoke in volumes curls on high;	10	·/˘··/˘···
Heaps roll on heaps, and blacken all the sky:	10	·····/˘···
Already so, his fame, methinks, is hurl'd	10	˘/˘···˘/··
Around the admiring, venerating world.	11	···˘/˘/˘·˘·
So the benighted wanderer, on his way,	10	··˘/˘/˘···
Laments the absence of all-cheering day;	10	˘/·/˘··/˘·
Far distant from his friends and native home,	10	·/˘····/˘·
And not one glimpse does glimmer through the gloom:	10	·····/˘···
In thought he breathes, each sigh his latest breath,	10	·······/˘·
Present, each meditation, pits of death:	10	˘/··˘/˘···
Irregular, wild chimeras fill his soul,	10	˘/˘·˘/˘···
And death, and dying, every step control.	10	···/˘/˘·˘/
Till from the east there breaks a purple gleam,	10	·······/˘·
His fears then vanish as a fleeting dream:	10	···/˘··/˘·
Hid in a cloud the sun first shoots his ray,	10	··········
Then breaks effulgent on the illumined day;	11	··˘/˘··˘/˘·
We see no spot then in the flaming rays,	10	·······/˘·
Confused and lost within the excessive blaze.	11	˘/·····˘/˘·

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