The Commonweal Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBC ADEEFE AGEEGE HIIHI EJJEJ KLLKL MNNMN ODDOD IPEEPE IIIIII IDQQDQ IEIIEI IREERE JDDJD EIIEI SIISI DIIDI JDDJD IIIIII IEQTET ISDDSD IEEEEE IEEEEE DIIDI QEEQE DD D IUUIU JEEJE IJIIJI IIEEIE ISVVSV IEEEEE ISMMSM WDDWD DIIDI OIIOI E EE DEEDE IMEEME IQEEQE IDDDDD DIQTIQ DEEEEE EEEEE EDDED EIIEI SIISI IVVIV IOQQOQ DDIIDI

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Eight hundred years and twenty oneB
Have shone and sunken since the landC
Whose name is freedom bore such brandC
As marks a captive and the sunB
Beheld her fettered handC
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IIA
But ere dark time had shed as rainD
Or sown on sterile earth as seedE
That bears no fruit save tare and weedE
An age and half an age againF
She rose on RunnymedeE
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IIIA
Out of the shadow starlike stillG
She rose up radiant in her rightE
And spake and put to fear and flightE
The lawless rule of awless willG
That pleads no right save mightE
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IV-
Nor since hath England ever borneH
The burden laid on subject landsI
The rule that curbs and binds all handsI
Save one and marks for servile scornH
The heads it bows and brandsI
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V-
A commonweal arrayed and crownedE
With gold and purple girt with steelJ
At need that foes must fear or feelJ
We find her as our fathers foundE
Earth's lordliest commonwealJ
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VI-
And now that fifty years are flownK
Since in a maiden's hand the signL
Of empire that no seas confineL
First as a star to seaward shoneK
We see their record shineL
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VII-
A troubled record foul and fairM
A simple record and sereneN
Inscribes for praise a blameless queenN
For praise and blame an age of careM
And change and ends unseenN
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VIII-
Hope wide of eye and wild of wingO
Rose with the sundawn of a reignD
Whose grace should make the rough ways plainD
And fill the worn old world with springO
And heal its heart of painD
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IXI
Peace was to be on earth men's hopeP
Was holier than their fathers hadE
Their wisdom not more wise than gladE
They saw the gates of promise opeP
And heard what love's lips badeE
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XI
Love armed with knowledge winged and wiseI
Should hush the wind of war and seeI
They said the sun of days to beI
Bring round beneath serener skiesI
A stormless jubileeI
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XII
Time in the darkness unbeholdenD
That hides him from the sight of fearQ
And lets but dreaming hope draw nearQ
Smiled and was sad to hear such goldenD
Strains hail the all golden yearQ
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XIII
Strange clouds have risen between and wildE
Red stars of storm that lit the abyssI
Wherein fierce fraud and violence kissI
And mock such promise as beguiledE
The fiftieth year from thisI
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XIIII
War upon war change after changeR
Hath shaken thrones and towers to dustE
And hopes austere and faiths augustE
Have watched in patience stern and strangeR
Men's works unjust and justE
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XIV-
As from some Alpine watch tower's portalJ
Night living yet looks forth for dawnD
So from time's mistier mountain lawnD
The spirit of man in trust immortalJ
Yearns toward a hope withdrawnD
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XV-
The morning comes not yet the nightE
Wanes and men's eyes win strength to seeI
Where twilight is where light shall beI
When conquered wrong and conquering rightE
Acclaim a world set freeI
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XVI-
Calm as our mother land the motherS
Of faith and freedom pure and wiseI
Keeps watch beneath unchangeful skiesI
When hath she watched the woes of otherS
Strange lands with alien eyesI
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XVII-
Calm as she stands alone what nationD
Hath lacked an alms from English handsI
What exiles from what stricken landsI
Have lacked the shelter of the stationD
Where higher than all she standsI
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XVIII-
Though time discrown and change dismantleJ
The pride of thrones and towers that frownD
How should they bring her glories downD
The sea cast round her like a mantleJ
The sea cloud like a crownD
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XIXI
The sea divine as heaven and deathlessI
Is hers and none but only sheI
Hath learnt the sea's word none but weI
Her children hear in heart the breathlessI
Bright watchword of the seaI
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XXI
Heard not of others or misheardE
Of many a land for many a yearQ
The watchword Freedom fails not hereT
Of hearts that witness if the wordE
Find faith in England's earT
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XXII
She first to love the light and daughterS
Incarnate of the northern dawnD
She round whose feet the wild waves fawnD
When all their wrath of warring waterS
Sounds like a babe's breath drawnD
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XXIII
How should not she best know love bestE
And best of all souls understandE
The very soul of freedom scannedE
Far off sought out in darkling questE
By men at heart unmannedE
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XXIIII
They climb and fall ensnared enshroudedE
By mists of words and toils they setE
To take themselves till fierce regretE
Grows mad with shame and all their cloudedE
Red skies hang sunless yetE
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XXIV-
But us the sun not wholly risenD
Nor equal now for all illumesI
With more of light than cloud that loomsI
Of light that leads forth souls from prisonD
And breaks the seals of tombsI
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XXV-
Did not her breasts who reared us rearQ
Him who took heaven in hand and weighedE
Bright world with world in balance laidE
What Newton's might could make not clearQ
Hath Darwin's might not madeE
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XXVI-
The forces of the dark dissolve-
The doorways of the dark are brokenD
The word that casts out night is spokenD
And whence the springs of things evolve-
Light born of night bears tokenD
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XXVII-
She loving light for light's sake onlyI
And truth for only truth's and songU
For song's sake and the sea's how longU
Hath she not borne the world her lonelyI
Witness of right and wrongU
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XXVIII-
From light to light her eyes imperialJ
Turn and require the further lightE
More perfect than the sun's in sightE
Till star and sun seem all funerealJ
Lamps of the vaulted nightE
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XXIXI
She gazes till the strenuous soulJ
Within the rapture of her eyesI
Creates or bids awake ariseI
The light she looks for pure and wholeJ
And worshipped of the wiseI
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XXXI
Such sons are hers such radiant handsI
Have borne abroad her lamp of oldE
Such mouths of honey dropping goldE
Have sent across all seas and landsI
Her fame as music rolledE
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XXXII
As music made of rolling thunderS
That hurls through heaven its heart sublimeV
Its heart of joy in charging chimeV
So ring the songs that round and underS
Her temple surge and climbV
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XXXIII
A temple not by men's hands buildedE
But moulded of the spirit and wroughtE
Of passion and imperious thoughtE
With light beyond all sunlight gildedE
Whereby the sun seems noughtE
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XXXIIII
Thy shrine our mother seen for fairerS
Than even thy natural face made fairM
With kisses of thine April airM
Even now when spring thy banner bearerS
Took up thy sign to bearM
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XXXIV-
Thine annual sign from heaven's own archW
Given of the sun's hand into thineD
To rear and cheer each wildwood shrineD
But now laid waste by wild winged MarchW
March mad with wind like wineD
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XXXV-
From all thy brightening downs whereonD
The windy seaward whin flower showsI
Blossom whose pride strikes pale the roseI
Forth is the golden watchword goneD
Whereat the world's face glowsI
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XXXVI-
Thy quickening woods rejoice and ringO
Till earth seems glorious as the seaI
With yearning love too glad for gleeI
The world's heart quivers toward the springO
As all our hearts toward theeI
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XXXVII-
Thee mother thee our queen who givestE
Assurance to the heavens most high-
And earth whereon her bondsmen sigh-
That by the sea's grace while thou livestE
Hope shall not wholly dieE
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XXXVIII-
That while thy free folk hold the vanD
Of all men and the sea spray shedE
As dew more heavenly on thy headE
Keeps bright thy face in sight of manD
Man's pride shall drop not deadE
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XXXIXI
A pride more pure than humblest prayerM
More wise than wisdom born of doubtE
Girds for thy sake men's hearts aboutE
With trust and triumph that despairM
And fear may cast not outE
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XLI
Despair may wring men's hearts and fearQ
Bow down their heads to kiss the dustE
Where patriot memories rot and rustE
And change makes faint a nation's cheerQ
And faith yields up her trustE
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XLII
Not here this year have true men knownD
Not here this year may true men knowD
That brand of shame compelling woeD
Which bids but brave men shrink or groanD
And lays but honour lowD
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XLIID
The strong spring wind blows notes of praiseI
And hallowing pride of heart and cheerQ
Unchanging toward all true men hereT
Who hold the trust of ancient daysI
High as of old this yearQ
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XLIIID
The days that made thee great are deadE
The days that now must keep thee greatE
Lie not in keeping of thy fateE
In thine they lie whose heart and headE
Sustain thy charge of stateE
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XLIV-
No state so proud no pride so justE
The sun through clouds at sunrise curledE
Or clouds across the sunset whirledE
Hath sight of nor has man such trustE
As thine in all the worldE
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XLV-
Each hour that sees the sunset's crestE
Make bright thy shores ere day declineD
Sees dawn the sun on shores of thineD
Sees west as east and east as westE
On thee their sovereign shineD
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XLVI-
The sea's own heart must needs wax proudE
To have borne the world a child like theeI
What birth of earth might ever beI
Thy sister Time a wandering cloudE
Is sunshine on thy seaI
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XLVII-
Change mars not her and thee our motherS
What change that irks or moves thee marsI
What shock that shakes what chance that jarsI
Time gave thee as he gave none otherS
A station like a star'sI
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XLVIII-
The storm that shrieks the wind that wagesI
War with the wings of hopes that climbV
Too high toward heaven in doubt sublimeV
Assail not thee approved of agesI
The towering crown of timeV
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XLIXI
Toward thee this year thy children turningO
With souls uplift of changeless cheerQ
Salute with love that casts out fearQ
With hearts for beacons round thee burningO
The token of this yearQ
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LD
With just and sacred jubilationD
Let earth sound answer to the seaI
For witness blown on winds as freeI
How England how her crowning nationD
Acclaims this jubileeI

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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