War Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDB EFEFGGEH EIEIEEBI JKJKEELK MNMNNNMN GIGIBBEI NENENNEE BBONNBO ABABNNIB PEPEQQAE NRNRAAAR GIGIAAEIEBEBSSEB

By the Nile the sacred riverA
I can see the captive hordesB
Strain beneath the lash and quiverA
At the long papyrus cordsB
While in granite rapt and solemnC
Rising over roof and columnC
Amen hotep dreams or RamsesD
Lord of LordsB
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I can hear the trumpets wakenE
For a victory old and farF
Carchemish or Kadesh takenE
I can see the conqueror's carF
Bearing down some Hittite valleyG
Where the bowmen break and sallyG
Sargina or EsarhaddonE
Grim with warH
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From the mountain streams that sweetenE
Indus to the Spanish foamI
I can feel the broad earth beatenE
By the serried tramp of RomeI
Through whatever foes environE
Onward with the might of ironE
Veni vidi veni viciB
Crashing homeI
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I can see the kings grow pallidJ
With astonished fear and hateK
As the hosts of Amr or KhaledJ
On their cities fall like fateK
Like the heat wind from its prisonE
In the desert burst and risenE
La ilaha illah 'llahuL
God is greatK
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I can hear the iron rattleM
I can see the arrows stingN
In some far off northern battleM
Where the long swords sweep and swingN
I can hear the scalds declaimingN
I can see their eyeballs flamingN
Gathered in a frenzied circleM
Round the kingN
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I can hear the horn of UriG
Roaring in the hills enormI
Kindled at its brazen furyG
I can see the clansmen formI
In the dawn in misty massesB
Pouring from the silent passesB
Over Granson or MorgartenE
Like the stormI
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On the lurid anvil ringingN
To some slow fantastic planE
I can hear the sword smith singingN
In the heart of old JapanE
Till the cunning blade grows tragicN
With his malice and his magicN
Tenka tairan Tenka tairanE
War to manE
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Where a northern river chargesB
From the murky forest margesB
Round a broken palisadeO
I can see the red men leapingN
See the sword of Daulac sweepingN
And the ghostly forms of heroesB
Fall and fadeO
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I can feel the modern thunderA
Of the cannon beat and blazeB
When the lines of men go underA
On your proudest battle daysB
Through the roar I hear the liftingN
Of the bloody chorus driftingN
Round the burning mill at ValmyI
MarseillaiseB
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I can see the ocean rippledP
With the driving shot like rainE
While the hulls are crushed and crippledP
And the guns are piled with slainE
O'er the blackened broad sea meadowQ
Drifts a tall and titan shadowQ
And the cannon of TrafalgarA
Startle SpainE
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Still the tides of fight are boomingN
And the barren blood is spiltR
Still the banners are up loomingN
And the hands are on the hiltR
But the old world waxes wiserA
From behind the bolted visorA
It descries at last the horrorA
And the guiltR
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Yet the eyes are dim nor whollyG
Open to the golden gleamI
And the brute surrenders slowlyG
To the godhead and the dreamI
From his cage of bar and girderA
Still at moments mad with murderA
Leaps the tiger and his demonE
Rules supremeI
One more war with fire and famineE
Gathers I can hear its criesB
And the years of might and MammonE
Perish in a world's demiseB
When the strength of man is shatteredS
And the powers of earth are scatteredS
From beneath the ghastly ruinE
Peace shall riseB

Archibald Lampman



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