Henry Clay Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHIH JKJK DLDL MNMN OPOQ DRDR STST UVUV WXYX DZA2Z B2C2B2C2Wail winds of summer as ye sweep | A |
The arching skies | B |
O let your echoes swell with deep | A |
Woe piercing cries | B |
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Old ocean with a heavy surge | C |
Cold black and drear | D |
Roll thou the solemn note of dirge | C |
On Europe's ear | D |
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Sweet stars that calmly purely bright | E |
Look down below | F |
O pity with your eyes of light | E |
A Nation's woe | F |
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Thou source of day that rollest on | G |
Though tempests frown | H |
Thou mind'st us of another sun | I |
That has gone down | H |
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Gone down no more may mortal eye | J |
Its face behold | K |
Gone down yet leaving on the sky | J |
A tinge of gold | K |
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Ah yes Columbia pause to hear | D |
The note of dread | L |
'Twill smite like iron on the ear | D |
Our Clay is dead | L |
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Our Clay the patriot statesman sage | M |
The Nation's pride | N |
With giant minds of every age | M |
Identified | N |
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That form of manliness and strength | O |
In Senate hall | P |
Is lying at a fearful length | O |
Beneath the pall | Q |
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That voice of eloquence no more | D |
Suspends the breath | R |
Its matchless power to charm is o'er | D |
'Tis hushed in death | R |
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Thrice noble spirit can we bow | S |
And kiss the rod | T |
With resignation yield thee now | S |
Back to thy God | T |
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And where where shall we turn to find | U |
Now thou 'rt at rest | V |
A soul so lofty just and kind | U |
As warmed thy breast | V |
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We bear thee with a flood of tears | W |
Unto thy tomb | X |
There thou must sleep till rolling years | Y |
Have met their doom | X |
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But thy bright fame and memory | D |
Shall send a chime | Z |
From circling ages down to the | A2 |
Remotest time | Z |
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O may thy mantle fall on some | B2 |
Of this our day | C2 |
And shed upon the years to come | B2 |
A happy ray | C2 |
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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