The New Locksley Hall Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDEFFCCFFGGH IJFFFGGKKFAAFFL MFMNNAOOFFFFPQRRSSET DFFFFAAFFFFUVUF WFFXXY ZZEDFFA2A2FFBBAAUB2B BFFC2D2E2E2F F2F2G2G2BBH2H2BBI2I2 J2J2AAAAAAK2K2FL2FUU BA| 'Forty Years After' | A |
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| COMRADE yet a little further I would go before the night | B |
| Closes round and chills in darkness all the glorious sunset light | B |
| Yet a little by the cliff there till the stately home I see | C |
| Of the man who once was with us comrade once with you and me | C |
| Nay but leave me pass alone there stay awhile and gaze again | D |
| On the various jewelled waters and the dreamy southern main | E |
| For the evening breeze is sighing in the quiet of the hills | F |
| Moving down in cliff and terrace to the singing sweet sea rills | F |
| While the river silent stealing thro' the copse and thro' the lea | C |
| Winds her waveless way eternal to the welcome of the sea | C |
| Yes within that green clad homestead gardened grounds and velvet ease | F |
| Of a home where culture reigneth and the chambers whisper peace | F |
| Is the Man the Seer and Singer who ah years and years away | G |
| Lifted up a face of gladness at the breaking of the day | G |
| For the noontide's desperate ardours that had seen the Roman town | H |
| Wrap the boy Keats 'by the hungry generations trodden down ' | - |
| In his death shroud with the ashes of the fairy Child of Storm | I |
| Fluttering skylark in the breakers caught and smothered by the foam | J |
| And had closed those eyes heroic weary for the final peace | F |
| Byron maimed and maddened strangled in the anguish that was | F |
| Greece | F |
| For this noontide passed to darkness brooding doubt and wild dismay | G |
| Where the silly sparrows chirruped and the eagles swooped away | G |
| Till once more the trampled Peoples and the murdered soul of Man | K |
| Raised a haggard face half wondering where the new born Day began | K |
| Where the sign of Faith's renewal Faith's and Hope's and Love's | F |
| outgrew | A |
| In the golden sun arising and we hailed it we and you | A |
| O you hailed it and your heart beat and your pretty woman's lays | F |
| In the fathomless vibration of our rapturous amaze | F |
| Died for ever on your harpstrings and you rose and struck a chord | L |
| High full clear heroic godlike 'for the glory of the Lord ' | - |
| Noble words you spoke we listened and we dreamed the day had come | M |
| When the faith of God and Christ should sound one cry with Man's | F |
| freedom | M |
| When the men who stood beside us eager with hell's troops to cope | N |
| Radiant thrilled exultant proud with the magnificence of hope | N |
| 'Forward forward ' ran our watchword 'Forward forward ' by our | A |
| side | O |
| You gave back the glorious summons Would that day that you had died | O |
| Better lying fallen death struck breathless bleeding on your face | F |
| With your bright sword pointing onward dying happy in your place | F |
| Better to have passed in spirit from the battle storm's eclipse | F |
| With the great Cause in your heart and with the war shout on your lips | F |
| Better to have fallen charging having known the nobler time | P |
| In the fiery cheer and impulse of our serried battle line | Q |
| Than to stand and watch your comrades in the hail of fire and lead | R |
| Up the slopes and thro' the smoke clouds thro' the dying and the dead | R |
| Till the sun strikes through a moment to our one victorious shout | S |
| On our bayonets bristling brightly as we carry the redoubt | S |
| O half hearted pusillanimous faltering heart and fuddled brain | E |
| That remembered Egypt's flesh pots and turned back and dreamed | T |
| again | D |
| Left the plain of blood and battle for the quiet of the hills | F |
| And the sunny soft contentment that the woody homestead fills | F |
| There you sat and sang of Egypt of its sober solid graves | F |
| Pyramids you call them Sphinxes mortared with the blood of slaves | F |
| Houses streets and stately palaces the mart the regal stew | A |
| Where freedom 'broadens down' so slow it stops with lords and you | A |
| O you mocked at our confusion O you told us of our crimes | F |
| Us ungentle not like warriors of the sweet idyllic times | F |
| Flowers of eunuch hearted kings and courts where pretty poet knights | F |
| Tilted gaily or slew stake armed peasants hundreds in the fights | F |
| O you drew the hideous picture of our bravest and our best | U |
| Patient martyrs desperate swordsmen for the Cause that gives not | V |
| rest | U |
| Men of science 'vivisectors ' democrats the 'rout of beasts' | F |
| Writers essayists and poets 'Belial's prophets Moloch's priests ' | - |
| Coward you have made the great refusal you have won the gilded | W |
| praise | F |
| Of the wringers of his heart's blood from the peasant's sunless days | F |
| Of the Lord and the Land owner of the Rich man who has bound | X |
| Labour on the wheel to break him strew his rent limbs on the ground | X |
| With a vulture eye aglare on brothers sisters that he had | Y |
| Crying 'Troops and guns to shoot them if the hunger drive them mad ' | - |
| Coward faithless unbelieving that had courage but to take | Z |
| What of pleasure and of beauty men have won for manhood's sake | Z |
| Blustering long and loudest at the hideousness and pain | E |
| These you praise have brought upon us blustering long and loud again | D |
| At our agony and anguish in this desperate fight of ours | F |
| Grappling with anarch custom and the darkness and the powers | F |
| O begone then from among us Echo not however faint | A2 |
| Our great watch word our great war shout sweet and sickly poet saint | A2 |
| Sit there dreaming in your gardens looking out upon the sea | F |
| Till the night time closes round you and the wind is on the lea | F |
| Enter then within your chambers in the rich and quiet light | B |
| Never think of us who struggle in the tempest and the night | B |
| Soothe your fancy with your visions bend a gracious senile ear | A |
| To the praise your guests are murmuring in the tone you love to hear | A |
| Honoured of your Queen and honoured of the gentlest and the best | U |
| Lord and commoner and rich man smirking tenant shopman priest | B2 |
| All distinguished and respectable the seamy sons of light | B |
| O what O what are these who call you coward in the night | B |
| Ay what are we who struggled for the cause of Science say | F |
| Darwin Huxley Spencer Haeckel marshalling our stern array | F |
| We who raised the cry for Culture Goethe's spirit leading on | C2 |
| Marching gladly with our captains Renan Arnold Emerson | D2 |
| We we are not tinkers tinkers of the kettle cracked and broke | E2 |
| Tailors squatted cross legged patching at the greasy worn out cloak | E2 |
| We are those that faced mad Fortune cried 'The Truth and only she | F |
| Onward upward If we perish we at least will perish free ' | - |
| We have lost our souls to win them in the house and in the street | F2 |
| Falling stabbed and poisoned making a victory of defeat | F2 |
| We have lost life's happy present we have paid death's heavy debt | G2 |
| We have won have won the Future and its sons shall not forget | G2 |
| Enter then within your chamber in the rich and quiet light | B |
| Never think of us who struggle in the tempest and the night | B |
| Spread your nostrils to the incense hearken to the murmured hymn | H2 |
| Of the praising people rising from the temple fair and dim | H2 |
| Ah but we here in the tempest we here struggling in the night | B |
| See the worshippers out stealing see the temple emptying quite | B |
| See the godhead turning ghostlike see the pride of name and fame | I2 |
| Paling slowly sad and sickly with forgetfulness and shame | I2 |
| Darker darker grows the night now louder louder howls the wind | J2 |
| I can hear the dash of breakers and the deep sea moves behind | J2 |
| I can see the foam capped phalanx rushing on the crumbling shore | A |
| Slowly but surely shattering its rampart evermore | A |
| Hark my comrade's voice is calling and his solitary cry | A |
| On the great dark swift air currents like Fate's summons sweepeth by | A |
| Farewell then whom once I loved so whom a boy I thrilled to hear | A |
| Urging courage and reliance loathing acquiescent fear | A |
| I must leave you I must wander to a strange and distant land | K2 |
| Facing all that Fate shall give me with her hard unequal hand | K2 |
| I once more anew must face them toil and trouble and disease | F |
| But these a man may face and conquer for there waits him death and | L2 |
| peace | F |
| And the freedom from dishonour and denial e'er confessed | U |
| Of what he knows is truest what most beautiful and best | U |
| O farewell then I must leave you You have chosen You are right | B |
| You | A |
Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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