H.m.s. 'foudroyant' Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEFCF GHGHIJKJ LMLMAAAA NONOPQAQ RSTSUVUV WXWXYOYO| Being an humble address to Her Majesty's Naval advisers who sold Nelson's old flagship to the Germans for a thousand pounds | A |
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| Who says the Nation's purse is lean | B |
| Who fears for claim or bond or debt | C |
| When all the glories that have been | D |
| Are scheduled as a cash asset | C |
| If times are black and trade is slack | E |
| If coal and cotton fail at last | F |
| We've something left to barter yet | C |
| Our glorious past | F |
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| There's many a crypt in which lies hid | G |
| The dust of statesman or of king | H |
| There's Shakespeare's home to raise a bid | G |
| And Milton's house its price would bring | H |
| What for the sword that Cromwell drew | I |
| What for Prince Edward's coat of mail | J |
| What for our Saxon Alfred's tomb | K |
| They're all for sale | J |
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| And stone and marble may be sold | L |
| Which serve no present daily need | M |
| There's Edward's Windsor labelled old | L |
| And Wolsey's palace guaranteed | M |
| St Clement Danes and fifty fanes | A |
| The Tower and the Temple grounds | A |
| How much for these Just price them please | A |
| In British pounds | A |
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| You hucksters have you still to learn | N |
| The things which money will not buy | O |
| Can you not read that cold and stern | N |
| As we may be there still does lie | O |
| Deep in our hearts a hungry love | P |
| For what concerns our island story | Q |
| We sell our work perchance our lives | A |
| But not our glory | Q |
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| Go barter to the knacker's yard | R |
| The steed that has outlived its time | S |
| Send hungry to the pauper ward | T |
| The man who served you in his prime | S |
| But when you touch the Nation's store | U |
| Be broad your mind and tight your grip | V |
| Take heed And bring us back once more | U |
| Our Nelson's ship | V |
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| And if no mooring can be found | W |
| In all our harbours near or far | X |
| Then tow the old three decker round | W |
| To where the deep sea soundings are | X |
| There with her pennon flying clear | Y |
| And with her ensign lashed peak high | O |
| Sink her a thousand fathoms sheer | Y |
| There let her lie | O |
Arthur Conan Doyle
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