The Hammers: Part 03 - Paris, April, 1814 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBACCDEFEGDDHIIJKL MCNOPPQRA SSECATCCAJUVCWXCRJ BCCYZA2A2CCJB2EB2LC2 D2CJ JE2CF2E2CCAG2CH2JI2J 2HJ2J2HJJJOK2OCold 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 |
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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 |
Amy Lowell
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