Australia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDDD EFGFHHH IJIJKKK LMLMNNN OPOPQQQ RSRSTTT UVUVWWW| Australia my native land | A |
| A stirring whisper in your ear | B |
| 'Tis time for you to understand | A |
| Your rating now is A dear | C |
| You've done some rousing things of late | D |
| That lift you from the simple state | D |
| In which you chose to vegetate | D |
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| The persons so superior | E |
| Whose patronage no more endures | F |
| Now have to fire a salvo for | G |
| The glory that is fairly yours | F |
| At length you need no sort of crutch | H |
| You stand alone you're voted much | H |
| Get busy and behave as such | H |
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| No man from Oskosh or from Hull | I |
| Or any other chosen place | J |
| Can rise with a distended skull | I |
| And cast aspersions in your face | J |
| You're given all the world to know | K |
| Your proper standing as a foe | K |
| And hats are off and rightly so | K |
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| You furnished heroes for the fray | L |
| Your sterling merit's widely blown | M |
| To all men's satisfaction say | L |
| Now have you proved it to your own | M |
| Now have you strength to stand and shine | N |
| In your own light and say Divine | N |
| The thing is that I do It's mine | N |
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| The cannon's stroke throws customs down | O |
| The black and bottomless abyss | P |
| And quaking are the gilded crown | O |
| And palsied feet of prejudice | P |
| The guns have killed but it is true | Q |
| They bring to life things good and new | Q |
| God grant they have awakened you | Q |
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| My ears are greedy for the toast | R |
| Of confidence before our guest | S |
| The loyal song the manly boast | R |
| Your splendid faith to manifest | S |
| In works of art and livelihood | T |
| Shirk not the creed What's ours is good | T |
| Dread not to have it understood | T |
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| Australia lift your royal brow | U |
| And have the courage of our pride | V |
| Audacity becomes you now | U |
| Be splendidly self satisfied | V |
| No land from lowliness and dearth | W |
| Has won to eminence on earth | W |
| That was not conscious of its worth | W |
Edward Dyson
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