Why England Is Conservative Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBABCCBBA AAAAAAAAADADDA EFFEEFFEGHHGHG| Because of our dear Mother the fair Past | A |
| On whom twin Hope and Memory safely lean | B |
| And from whose fostering wisdom none shall wean | B |
| Their love and faith while love and faith shall last | A |
| Mother of happy homes and Empire vast | A |
| Of hamlets meek and many a proud demesne | B |
| Blue spires of cottage smoke 'mong woodlands green | B |
| And comely altars where no stone is cast | A |
| And shall we barter these for gaping Throne | B |
| Dismantled towers mean plots without a tree | C |
| A herd of hinds too equal to be free | C |
| Greedy of other's jealous of their own | B |
| And where sweet Order now breathes cadenced tone | B |
| Envy and hate and all uncharity | A |
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| Banish the fear 'Twere infamy to yield | A |
| To folly what to force had been denied | A |
| Or in the Senate quail before the tide | A |
| We should have stemmed and routed in the field | A |
| What though no more we brandish sword and shield | A |
| Reason's keen blade is ready at our side | A |
| And manly brains in wisdom panoplied | A |
| Can foil the shafts that treacherous sophists wield | A |
| The spirit of our fathers is not quelled | A |
| With weapons valid even as those they bore | D |
| Domain Throne Altar still may be upheld | A |
| So we disdain as they disdained of yore | D |
| The foreign froth that foams against our shore | D |
| Only by its white cliffs to be repelled | A |
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| Therefore chime sweet and safely village bells | E |
| And rustic chancels woo to reverent prayer | F |
| And wise and simple to the porch repair | F |
| Round which Death slumbering dreamlike heaves and swells | E |
| Let hound and horn in wintry woods and dells | E |
| Make jocund music though the boughs be bare | F |
| And whistling yokel guide his gleaming share | F |
| Hard by the homes where gentle lordship dwells | E |
| Therefore sit high enthroned on every hill | G |
| Authority and loved in every vale | H |
| Nor old Tradition falter in the tale | H |
| Of lowly valour led by lofty will | G |
| And though the throats of envy rage and rail | H |
| Be fair proud England proud fair England still | G |
Alfred Austin
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