Who Would Not Die For England! Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIJK LMNOPDQRSTJUV A WXYZA2B2K C2C2D2D2E2E2F2F2 G2H2I2J2K2XL2M2N2O2P 2DQ2R2S2T2U2V2W2 X2X2IIWWY2Y2Z2Z2A3N2 B3B3QQ C3RD3SE3D2F3W2TG3H3I 3N2KJ3B2K3W L3RFB3M3N3O3P3OWJ

Who would not die for EnglandA
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This great thoughtB
Through centuries of Glory handed downC
By storied vault in monumental faneD
And homeless grave in lone barbaric landsE
Homeless but not forgotten so can thrillF
With its imperious call the hearts of menG
That suddenly from dwarf ignoble livesH
They rise to heights of nobleness and spurnI
The languid couch of safety to embraceJ
Duty and Death that evermore were twinK
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Who would not die for England ''-
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Thus He saidL
Who at the holiest of all English hearthsM
The holiest and the highest had been givenN
A seat an English Princess for his BrideO
Now at that hearth weeping her widowed tearsP
Bitter and barren as the winter rainD
It is not meet that I whom this famed IsleQ
This generous mighty and majestic LandR
Ennobled as her son should not repayS
Her splendid gift of kinship Let me goT
Go where they go Her world researching raceJ
That slumber pillowed on the half drawn swordU
And wake at whisper of her will to greetV
Duty and Death that evermore were twin ''-
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Who would not die for EnglandA
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And for HerW
He dies who whether in the fateful fightX
Or in the marish jungle where She bidsY
Far from encircling fondness far from kissZ
Of clinging babes hushes his human heartA2
And stern to every voice but Hers obeysB2
Duty and Death that evermore were twinK
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So across the far off foamC2
Bring him hither bring him homeC2
Over avenues of waveD2
English ground to English graveD2
Where his soldier dust may restE2
England's Flag above his breastE2
And love tended long may bloomF2
English flowers about his tombF2
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Who would not die for England that can giveG2
A sepulture like this 'mid hamlet croftsH2
And comely cottages with old world flowersI2
And rustic seats for labour palsied limbsJ2
The pensioners of Peace I linger hereK2
Pondering the dark inexplicable NightX
Here by this river girt sequestered shrineL2
Whose vanished walls were reared anew by HimM2
Of Princes the most princely if it beN2
That Wisdom Love and Virtue more adornO2
Sarcophagus of Kings than dripping spearsP2
Lone wailing hearths and hecatombs of slainD
And He too died for England He who livedQ2
Scorning all joy save that great joy of allR2
The love of one true woman She a QueenS2
Empress and Queen yet not the more reveredT2
Not the more loved for those resounding namesU2
Than for the lowlier titles Gracious GoodV2
The Worthiest of Women ever crownedW2
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Sweetest Consort sagest PrinceX2
Snows on snows have melted sinceX2
England lost you late to learnI
Worth that never can returnI
Learned to know you as you wereW
Known till then alone to HerW
Luminous as sun at noonY2
Tender as the midnight moonY2
Steadfast as the steered by starZ2
Wise as Time and Silence areZ2
Deaf to vain belittling lieA3
Deaf to gibing jealousyN2
Thinking only of the goalB3
And like every lofty soulB3
Scanning with a far off smileQ
The revilings of the vileQ
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Yes He too died for England thence withdrawnC3
Dim to that undiscoverable landR
Where our lost loved ones dwell with wistful eyesD3
And lips that look but speak not But awayS
Away from these soft whispering waves that makeE3
A dulcet dirge around the new delved graveD2
To bluff East Anglia where on wind swept lawnsF3
The sanguine crocus peeps from undergroundW2
To feel the sun and only finds the snowT
And whinnying on the norland blast the surgeG3
Leaps against iron coast with iron hoofH3
As though the hosts of Denmark foamed afreshI3
Caparisoned for ravin And I seeN2
A cradle not a coffin and thereinK
Another Child to England and veiled FateJ3
Over it bent with deep divining gazeB2
And with oracular lips like nurse inspiredK3
Foretelling the fair FutureW
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Another Albert shalt Thou be so knownL3
So known so honoured and His name shall standR
The sponsor to your spotlessness untilF
Dawns the full day when conscious of your soulB3
Your soul your self and that high mission laidM3
On all of such begetting you may seizeN3
The sceptre of your will and thus wise armedO3
Against the sirens of disloyal senseP3
Like to your pure progenitor abideO
In God's stern presence and surrender neverW
That last prerogative of all your raceJ
To live and die for England ''-

Alfred Austin



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