The Hammers: Part 03 - Paris, April, 1814 Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Cold impassive the marble arch of the Place du Carrousel	A
Haughty contemptuous the marble arch of the Place du Carrousel	A
Like a woman raped by force rising above her fate	B
Borne up by the cold rigidity of hate	B
Stands the marble arch of the Place du Carrousel	A
Tap Clink a tink	C
Tap Rap Chink	C
What falls to the ground like a streak of flame	D
Hush It is only a bit of bronze flashing in the sun	E
What are all those soldiers Those are not the uniforms of France	F
Alas No The uniforms of France Great Imperial France are done	E
They will rot away in chests and hang to dusty tatters in barn lofts	G
These are other armies And their name	D
Hush be still for shame	D
Be still and imperturbable like the marble arch	H
Another bright spark falls through the blue air	I
Over the Place du Carrousel a wailing of despair	I
Crowd your horses back upon the people Uhlans and Hungarian Lancers	J
They see too much	K
Unfortunately Gentlemen of the Invading Armies what they do not see	L
they hear	M
Tap Clink a tink	C
Tap	N
Another sharp spear	O
Of brightness	P
And a ringing of quick metal lightness	P
On hard stones	Q
Workmen are chipping off the names of Napoleon's victories	R
From the triumphal arch of the Place du Carrousel	A
	-
Do they need so much force to quell the crowd	S
An old Grenadier of the line groans aloud	S
And each hammer tap points the sob of a woman	E
Russia Prussia Austria and the faded white lily Bourbon king	C
Think it well	A
To guard against tumult	T
A mob is an undependable thing	C
Ding Ding	C
Vienna is scattered all over the Place du Carrousel	A
In glittering bent and twisted letters	J
Your betters have clattered over Vienna before	U
Officer of his Imperial Majesty our Father in Law	V
Tink Tink	C
A workman's chisel can strew you to the winds	W
Munich	X
Do they think	C
To pleasure Paris used to the fall of cities	R
By giving her a fall of letters	J
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It is a month too late	B
One month and our lily white Bourbon king	C
Has done a colossal thing	C
He has curdled love	Y
And soured the desires of a people	Z
Still the letters fall	A2
The workmen creep up and down their ladders like lizards on a wall	A2
Tap Tap Tink	C
Clink Clink	C
Oh merciful God they will not touch Austerlitz	J
Strike me blind my God my eyes can never look on that	B2
I would give the other leg to save it it took one	E
Curse them Curse them Aim at his hat	B2
Give me the stone Why didn't you give it to me	L
I would not have missed Curse him	C2
Curse all of them They have got the 'A'	D2
Ding Ding	C
I saw the Terror but I never saw so horrible a thing as this	J
'Vive l'Empereur Vive l'Empereur '	-
Don't strike him Fritz	J
The mob will rise if you do	E2
Just run him out to the 'quai'	C
That will get him out of the way	F2
They are almost through	E2
Clink Tink Ding	C
Clear as the sudden ring	C
Of a bell	A
Z strikes the pavement	G2
Farewell Austerlitz Tilsit Presbourg	C
Farewell greatness departed	H2
Farewell Imperial honours knocked broadcast by the beating hammers	J
of ignorant workmen	I2
Straight in the Spring moonlight	J2
Rises the deflowered arch	H
In the silence shining bright	J2
She stands naked and unsubdued	J2
Her marble coldness will endure the march	H
Of decades	J
Rend her bronzes hammers	J
Cast down her inscriptions	J
She is unconquerable austere	O
Cold as the moon that swims above her	K2
When the nights are clear	O

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