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 L3RFB3M3N3O3P3OWJWho would not die for England | A |
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This great thought | B |
Through centuries of Glory handed down | C |
By storied vault in monumental fane | D |
And homeless grave in lone barbaric lands | E |
Homeless but not forgotten so can thrill | F |
With its imperious call the hearts of men | G |
That suddenly from dwarf ignoble lives | H |
They rise to heights of nobleness and spurn | I |
The languid couch of safety to embrace | J |
Duty and Death that evermore were twin | K |
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Who would not die for England '' | - |
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Thus He said | L |
Who at the holiest of all English hearths | M |
The holiest and the highest had been given | N |
A seat an English Princess for his Bride | O |
Now at that hearth weeping her widowed tears | P |
Bitter and barren as the winter rain | D |
It is not meet that I whom this famed Isle | Q |
This generous mighty and majestic Land | R |
Ennobled as her son should not repay | S |
Her splendid gift of kinship Let me go | T |
Go where they go Her world researching race | J |
That slumber pillowed on the half drawn sword | U |
And wake at whisper of her will to greet | V |
Duty and Death that evermore were twin '' | - |
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Who would not die for England | A |
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And for Her | W |
He dies who whether in the fateful fight | X |
Or in the marish jungle where She bids | Y |
Far from encircling fondness far from kiss | Z |
Of clinging babes hushes his human heart | A2 |
And stern to every voice but Hers obeys | B2 |
Duty and Death that evermore were twin | K |
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So across the far off foam | C2 |
Bring him hither bring him home | C2 |
Over avenues of wave | D2 |
English ground to English grave | D2 |
Where his soldier dust may rest | E2 |
England's Flag above his breast | E2 |
And love tended long may bloom | F2 |
English flowers about his tomb | F2 |
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Who would not die for England that can give | G2 |
A sepulture like this 'mid hamlet crofts | H2 |
And comely cottages with old world flowers | I2 |
And rustic seats for labour palsied limbs | J2 |
The pensioners of Peace I linger here | K2 |
Pondering the dark inexplicable Night | X |
Here by this river girt sequestered shrine | L2 |
Whose vanished walls were reared anew by Him | M2 |
Of Princes the most princely if it be | N2 |
That Wisdom Love and Virtue more adorn | O2 |
Sarcophagus of Kings than dripping spears | P2 |
Lone wailing hearths and hecatombs of slain | D |
And He too died for England He who lived | Q2 |
Scorning all joy save that great joy of all | R2 |
The love of one true woman She a Queen | S2 |
Empress and Queen yet not the more revered | T2 |
Not the more loved for those resounding names | U2 |
Than for the lowlier titles Gracious Good | V2 |
The Worthiest of Women ever crowned | W2 |
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Sweetest Consort sagest Prince | X2 |
Snows on snows have melted since | X2 |
England lost you late to learn | I |
Worth that never can return | I |
Learned to know you as you were | W |
Known till then alone to Her | W |
Luminous as sun at noon | Y2 |
Tender as the midnight moon | Y2 |
Steadfast as the steered by star | Z2 |
Wise as Time and Silence are | Z2 |
Deaf to vain belittling lie | A3 |
Deaf to gibing jealousy | N2 |
Thinking only of the goal | B3 |
And like every lofty soul | B3 |
Scanning with a far off smile | Q |
The revilings of the vile | Q |
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Yes He too died for England thence withdrawn | C3 |
Dim to that undiscoverable land | R |
Where our lost loved ones dwell with wistful eyes | D3 |
And lips that look but speak not But away | S |
Away from these soft whispering waves that make | E3 |
A dulcet dirge around the new delved grave | D2 |
To bluff East Anglia where on wind swept lawns | F3 |
The sanguine crocus peeps from underground | W2 |
To feel the sun and only finds the snow | T |
And whinnying on the norland blast the surge | G3 |
Leaps against iron coast with iron hoof | H3 |
As though the hosts of Denmark foamed afresh | I3 |
Caparisoned for ravin And I see | N2 |
A cradle not a coffin and therein | K |
Another Child to England and veiled Fate | J3 |
Over it bent with deep divining gaze | B2 |
And with oracular lips like nurse inspired | K3 |
Foretelling the fair Future | W |
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Another Albert shalt Thou be so known | L3 |
So known so honoured and His name shall stand | R |
The sponsor to your spotlessness until | F |
Dawns the full day when conscious of your soul | B3 |
Your soul your self and that high mission laid | M3 |
On all of such begetting you may seize | N3 |
The sceptre of your will and thus wise armed | O3 |
Against the sirens of disloyal sense | P3 |
Like to your pure progenitor abide | O |
In God's stern presence and surrender never | W |
That last prerogative of all your race | J |
To live and die for England '' | - |
Alfred Austin
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