The Chase Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEE FGHIJKLIF BBAMNN OOPPOOQQ RRSSMATT FFUU DDMA| Quick fly to the covert thou hunted of men | A |
| For the bloodhounds are baying o'er mountain and glen | A |
| The riders are mounted the loose rein is given | B |
| And curses of wrath are ascending to heaven | B |
| O speed to thy footsteps for ruin and death | C |
| Like the hurricane's rage gather thick round thy path | D |
| And the deep muttered curses grow loud and more loud | E |
| As horse after horse swells the thundering crowd | E |
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| Speed speed to thy footsteps thy track has been found | F |
| Now | G |
| sport | H |
| for the | I |
| rider | J |
| and | K |
| blood | L |
| for the | I |
| hound | F |
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| Through brake and through forest the man prey is driven | B |
| O help for the hopeless thou merciful Heaven | B |
| On on to the mountain they're baffled again | A |
| And hope for the woe stricken still may remain | M |
| The fast flagging steeds are all white with their foam | N |
| The bloodhounds have turned from the chase to their home | N |
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| Joy joy to the wronged one the haven he gains | O |
| Escaped from his thraldom and freed from his chains | O |
| The heaven stamped image the God given soul | P |
| No more shall the spoiler at pleasure control | P |
| O shame to Columbia that on her bright plains | O |
| Man pines in his fetters and curses his chains | O |
| Shame shame that her star spangled banner should wave | Q |
| Where the lash is made red in the blood of the slave | Q |
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| Sons of old Pilgrim Fathers and are ye thus dumb | R |
| Shall tyranny triumph and freedom succumb | R |
| While mothers are torn from their children apart | S |
| And agony sunders the cords of the heart | S |
| Shall the sons of those sires that once spurned the chain | M |
| Turn bloodhounds to hunt and make captive again | A |
| O shame to your honor and shame to your pride | T |
| And shame on your memory ever abide | T |
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| Will not your old sires start up from the ground | F |
| At the crack of the whip and bay of the hound | F |
| And shaking their skeleton hands in your face | U |
| Curse the germs that produced such a miscreant race | U |
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| O rouse ye for freedom before on your path | D |
| Heaven pours without mixture the vials of wrath | D |
| Loose every hard burden break off every chain | M |
| Restore to the bondman his freedom again | A |
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