Waterloo Day Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EFGG HHII

THIS is the day of our glory this is our day to weepA
Under her dusty laurels England stirs in her sleepA
Dreams of her days of honour terrible days that are deadB
Days of the making of story days when the sword was redB
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When all her fate and her future hung on the naked bladeC
When by the sword of her children her place in the world was madeC
When Honour sounded the trumpet and Valour leapt to obeyD
And Heroes bought us the Empire that statesmen would sell to dayD
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England wanton and weary sunk in a slothful easeE
Has slain in her wars her thousands but her tens of thousands in peaceF
And the cowards grieve for her glory their glory is in their shameG
They are glad of the moth in her banners and the rust on her shining nameG
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Oh if the gods would send us a balm for our sick sad yearsH
Let them send us a sight of the scarlet and the sound of the guns in our earsH
For valour and faith and honour these grow where the red flower growsI
And the leaves for the Nation's healing must spring from the blood of her foesI

Edith Nesbit



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