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Algernon Charles Swinburne

Ode On The Insurrection In Candia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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STR	A
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I laid my laurel leaf	B
At the white feet of grief	B
Seeing how with covered face and plumeless wings	C
With unreverted head	D
Veiled as who mourns his dead	D
Lay Freedom couched between the thrones of kings	C
A wearied lion without lair	A
And bleeding from base wounds and vexed with alien air	A
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STR	A
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Who was it who put poison to thy mouth	E
Who lulled with craft or chant thy vigilant eyes	F
O light of all men lamp to north and south	E
Eastward and westward under all men's skies	F
For if thou sleep we perish and thy name	G
Dies with the dying of our ephemeral breath	H
And if the dust of death o'ergrows thy flame	G
Heaven also is darkened with the dust of death	H
If thou be mortal if thou change or cease	I
If thine hand fail or thine eyes turn from Greece	I
Thy firstborn and the firstfruits of thy fame	G
God is no God and man is moulded out of shame	G
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STR	A
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Is there change in the secret skies	F
In the sacred places that see	J
The divine beginning of things	C
The weft of the web of the world	K
Is Freedom a worm that dies	F
And God no God of the free	J
Is heaven like as earth with her kings	C
And time as a serpent curled	K
Round life as a tree	J
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From the steel bound snows of the north	L
From the mystic mother the east	M
From the sands of the fiery south	E
From the low lit clouds of the west	N
A sound of a cry is gone forth	L
Arise stand up from the feast	M
Let wine be far from the mouth	E
Let no man sleep or take rest	N
Till the plague hath ceased	M
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Let none rejoice or make mirth	O
Till the evil thing be stayed	P
Nor grief be lulled in the lute	Q
Nor hope be loud on the lyre	A
Let none be glad upon earth	O
O music of young man and maid	P
O songs of the bride be mute	Q
For the light of her eyes her desire	A
Is the soul dismayed	P
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It is not a land new born	R
That is scourged of a stranger's hand	S
That is rent and consumed with flame	G
We have known it of old this face	T
With the cheeks and the tresses torn	R
With shame on the brow as a brand	S
We have named it of old by name	G
The land of the royallest race	T
The most holy land	S
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STR	A
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Had I words of fire	A
Whose words are weak as snow	U
Were my heart a lyre	A
Whence all its love might flow	U
In the mighty modulations of desire	A
In the notes wherewith man's passion worships woe	U
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Could my song release	I
The thought weak words confine	V
And my grief O Greece	I
Prove how it worships thine	V
It would move with pulse of war the limbs of peace	I
Till she flushed and trembled and became divine	V
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Once she held for true	A
This truth of sacred strain	W
Though blood drip like dew	A
And life run down like rain	W
It is better that war spare but one or two	A
Than that many live and liberty be slain	W
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Then with fierce increase	I
And bitter mother's mirth	O
From the womb of peace	I
A womb that yearns for birth	O
As a man child should deliverance come to Greece	I
As a saviour should the child be born on earth	O
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STR	A
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O that these my days had been	X
Ere white peace and shame were wed	D
Without torch or dancers' din	X
Round the unsacred marriage bed	D
For of old the sweet tongued law	Y
Freedom clothed with all men's love	Z
Girt about with all men's awe	A2
With the wild war eagle mated	B2
The white breast of peace the dove	Z
And his ravenous heart abated	B2
And his windy wings were furled	B2
In an eyrie consecrated	B2
Where the snakes of strife uncurled	B2
And her soul was soothed and sated	B2
With the welfare of the world	B2
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ANT	B2
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But now close clad with peace	I
While war lays hand on Greece	I
The kingdoms and their kings stand by to see	J
Aha we are strong they say	C2
We are sure we are well even they	C2
And if we serve what ails ye to be free	J
We are warm clothed round with peace and shame	G
But ye lie dead and naked dying for a name	G
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ANT	B2
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O kings and queens and nations miserable	D2
O fools and blind and full of sins and fears	E2
With these it is with you it is not well	F2
Ye have one hour but these the immortal years	E2
These for a pang a breath a pulse of pain	W
Have honour while that honour on earth shall be	J
Ye for a little sleep and sloth shall gain	W
Scorn while one man of all men born is free	J
Even as the depth more deep than night or day	C2
The sovereign heaven that keeps its eldest way	C2
So without chance or change so without stain	W
The heaven of their high memories shall nor wax nor wane	W
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ANT	B2
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As the soul on the lips of the dead	B2
Stands poising her wings for flight	B2
A bird scarce quit of her prison	G2
But fair without form or flesh	H2
So stands over each man's head	B2
A splendour of imminent light	B2
A glory of fame rearisen	G2
Of day rearisen afresh	H2
From the hells of night	B2
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In the hundred cities of Crete	B2
Such glory was not of old	B2
Though her name was great upon earth	O
And her face was fair on the sea	J
The words of her lips were sweet	B2
Her days were woven with gold	B2
Her fruits came timely to birth	O
So fair she was being free	J
Who is bought and sold	B2
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So fair who is fairer now	G2
With her children dead at her side	B2
Unsceptred unconsecrated	B2
Unapparelled unhelped unpitied	B2
With blood for gold on her brow	G2
Where the towery tresses divide	B2
The goodly the golden gated	B2
Many crowned many named many citied	B2
Made like as a bride	B2
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And these are the bridegroom's gifts	I2
Anguish that straitens the breath	H
Shame and the weeping of mothers	J2
And the suckling dead at the breast	B2
White breast that a long sob lifts	I2
And the dumb dead mouth which saith	H
How long and how long my brothers	J2
And wrath which endures not rest	B2
And the pains of death	H
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ANT	B2
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Ah but would that men	G2
With eyelids purged by tears	K2
Saw and heard again	G2
With consecrated ears	E2
All the clamour all the splendour all the slain	G2
All the lights and sounds of war the fates and fears	E2
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Saw far off aspire	A
With crash of mine and gate	B2
From a single pyre	A
The myriad flames of fate	B2
Soul by soul transfigured in funereal fire	A
Hate made weak by love and love made strong by hate	B2
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Children without speech	L2
And many a nursing breast	B2
Old men in the breach	L2
Where death sat down a guest	B2
With triumphant lamentation made for each	L2
Let the world salute their ruin and their rest	B2
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In one iron hour	A
The crescent flared and waned	B2
As from tower to tower	A
Fire scathed and sanguine stained	B2
Death with flame in hand an open bloodred flower	A
Passed and where it bloomed no bloom of life remained	B2
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ANT	B2
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Hear thou earth the heavy hearted	B2
Weary nurse of waning races	M2
From the dust of years departed	B2
From obscure funereal places	M2
Raise again thy sacred head	B2
Lift the light up of thine eyes	F
Where are they of all thy dead	B2
That did more than these men dying	N2
In their godlike Grecian wise	F
Not with garments rent and sighing	N2
Neither gifts of myrrh and gold	B2
Shall their sons lament them lying	N2
Lest the fame of them wax cold	B2
But with lives to lives replying	N2
And a worship from of old	B2
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EPODE	B2
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O sombre heart of earth and swoln with grief	B
That in thy time wast as a bird for mirth	H
Dim womb of life and many a seed and sheaf	B
And full of changes ancient heart of earth	H
From grain and flower from grass and every leaf	B
Thy mysteries and thy multitudes of birth	H
From hollow and hill from vales and all thy springs	C
From all shapes born and breath of all lips made	B2
From thunders and the sound of winds and	B2