Henry Bartle Edward Frere Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BCCBBCCBDEEDDE FGGFFGGFHIIHHI| A | |
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| Bend down and read the birth the death the name | B |
| Born in the year that Waterloo was won | C |
| And died in this whose days are not yet run | C |
| But which because a year conceived in shame | B |
| No noble need will christen or will claim | B |
| And yet this dead man England was Thy son | C |
| And at his grave we ask what had he done | C |
| Bred to be famous to be foiled of Fame | B |
| Be the reply his epitaph That he | D |
| In years as youth the unyielding spirit bore | E |
| He got from Thee but Thou hast got no more | E |
| And that it is a bane and bar to be | D |
| A child of Thine now the adventurous sea | D |
| All vainly beckons to a shrinking shore | E |
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| Therefore great soul within your marble bed | F |
| Sleep sound nor hear the useless tears we weep | G |
| Why should you wake when England is asleep | G |
| Or care to live since England now is dead | F |
| Forbidden are the steeps where Glory led | F |
| No more from furrowed danger of the deep | G |
| We harvest greatness to our hearths we creep | G |
| Count and recount our coin and nurse our dread | F |
| The sophist's craft hath grown a prosperous trade | H |
| And womanish Tribunes hush the manly drum | I |
| The very fear of Empire strikes us numb | I |
| Fumbling with pens who brandished once the blade | H |
| Therefore great soul sleep sound where you are laid | H |
| Blest in being deaf when Honour now is dumb | I |
Alfred Austin
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