The Immortal Strain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBDEE FGFGHH IJIJKK LMLMNN OPOPQQ IRSRTT UFUFVV WXWXYY| Late Midshipman John Travers Chester aged years He was mortally wounded early in the action yet he remained alone in a most exposed post awaiting orders with his gun's crew dead all round him | A |
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| We told old stories one by one | B |
| Brave tales of men who toyed with death | C |
| Of wondrous deeds of valor done | B |
| In days of bold Elizabeth | D |
| Alas our British stock said we | E |
| Is not now what it used to be | E |
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| We read of Drake's great sailors or | F |
| Of fighting men that Nelson led | G |
| Who steered the walls of oak to war | F |
| These were our finest souls we said | G |
| Their fame is on the ocean writ | H |
| Nor time nor storm may cancel it | H |
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| The mariners of England then | I |
| Were lords of battle and of breeze | J |
| The were indeed the wondrous men | I |
| Who won for us the shoreless seas | J |
| Who took old Neptune's ruling brand | K |
| And set it in Britannia's hand | K |
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| But now we sighed the blood is pale | L |
| We're little people of the street | M |
| And dare not front the shrilling gale | L |
| The sons of England are effete | M |
| Of shorter limb and smaller mould | N |
| Mere pigmies by the men of old | N |
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| Then came the vibrant bugle note | O |
| None cowered at the high alarm | P |
| The steady fleets were still afloat | O |
| And England saw her soldiers arm | P |
| And readily with sober grace | Q |
| The close set ranks swung into place | Q |
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| On sea and shore they fought again | I |
| And storied heroes came to life | R |
| Once more were added to the slain | S |
| Once more found glory in the strife | R |
| Again her yeoman sons arose | T |
| A wall 'tween Britain and her foes | T |
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| The eager lads with laughing lips | U |
| And souls elate where oceans roar | F |
| Or planes the eagle's flight eclipse | U |
| Give all for her and come no more | F |
| Or where death thunders down the sky | V |
| Beside their silent guns they lie | V |
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| This boy who while the iron rains | W |
| With seething riot whip the flood | X |
| Fights on till in his heart remains | W |
| No single drop of English blood | X |
| Avers the British strain sublime | Y |
| Outliving Death outlasting Time | Y |
Edward Dyson
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