A Story. (for The Irish Delegates In Australia.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCD EEFAAF GGHAAH GGEAAE AAAGGA GIFJJF AAFEEF GGEAAE AABIIDDo you want to hear a story | A |
With a nobler praise than glory | A |
Of a man who loved the right like heaven and loathed the wrong like hell | B |
Then that story let me tell you | C |
Once again though it as well you | C |
Know as I the splendid story of the man they call Parnell | D |
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By the wayside of the nations | E |
Lashed with whips and execrations | E |
Helpless hopeless bleeding dying she the Maiden Nation lay | F |
And the burthen of dishonour | A |
Weighed so grievously upon her | A |
That her very children hid their eyes and crept in shame away | F |
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And there as she was lying | G |
Helpless hopeless bleeding dying | G |
All her high born foes came round her fleering jeering as they said | H |
What is freedom fought and won for | A |
She is dead She's down and done for | A |
And her weeping children shuddered as they crouched and whispered Dead | H |
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Then suddenly up starting | G |
All that throng before him parting | G |
See a man with firm step breaking through that central knot that gives | E |
And as by some dear lost sister | A |
He knelt down and softly kissed her | A |
And he raised his pale proud face and cried She is not dead She lives | E |
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O she lives I say and I here | A |
I am come to fight and die here | A |
For the love my heart has for her like a slow consuming fire | A |
For the love of her low lying | G |
For the hatred deep undying | G |
Of the robber lords who struck and stabbed and trod her in the mire | A |
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Then upon that cry bewildering | G |
Some of them her hapless children | I |
In their hearts there leaped up hope like light when night gives birth to day | F |
And as mocks and threats defied him | J |
One by one they came beside him | J |
Till they stood a band of heroes sombre desperate at bay | F |
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And the battle that they fought there | A |
And the bitter truth they taught there | A |
To the blinded Sister Nation suffering grievously alway | F |
All the wrong and rapine past hers | E |
Of her lords and her task masters | E |
Is not this the larger hope of all as night gives birth to day | F |
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For the lords and liars are quaking | G |
At the People's stern awaking | G |
From their slumber of the ages and the Peoples slowly rise | E |
And with hands locked tight together | A |
One in heart and soul for ever | A |
Watch the sun of Light and Liberty leap up into the skies | E |
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That's the story that's the story | A |
With a nobler praise than glory | A |
Of the Man who loved the right like heaven and loathed the wrong like hell | B |
And with calm proud exultation | I |
Bade her stand at last a nation | I |
Ireland Ireland that is one name with the name of Charles Parnell | D |
Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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