To England Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDEDFGHIHJKLKAMN OMMOPMQFQFFQARSRSTUT UVWVWXQXQYZYA2B2C2DD 2PE2F2PF2WG2SH2TI2I2 I2I2II2IPPJ2K2I | A |
THERE was a time when all thy sons were proud | B |
To speak thy name | C |
England when Europe echoed back aloud | B |
Thy fearless fame | C |
When Spain reeled shattered helpless from thy guns | D |
And splendid ire | E |
When from Canadian snows to Indian suns | D |
Pitt's soul was fire | F |
O that in days like these were fair and free | G |
From shame and scorn | H |
Fate had allowed benignly pityingly | I |
That I was born | H |
O that if struck then struck with glorious wounds | J |
I bore apart | K |
Not torn with fangs of leprous coward hounds | L |
My bleeding heart | K |
II | A |
We hate You not because of cruel deeds | M |
Staining a glorious effort They who live | N |
Learn in this earth to give and to forgive | O |
Where heart and soul are noble and fate's needs | M |
Imperious No nor yet that cruel seeds | M |
Of power and wrong you've sown alternative | O |
We hate You we your sons who yet believe | P |
That truth and justice are not empty creeds | M |
No but because of greed and garbled pay | Q |
Wages of sin and death because you smother | F |
Your conscience making curs d all the day | Q |
Bible in one hand bludgeon in the other | F |
Cain like you come upon and slay your brother | F |
And kneeling down thank God for it and pray | Q |
III | A |
I whom you fed with shame and starved with woe | R |
I wheel above You | S |
Your fatal vulture for I hate You so | R |
I almost love You | S |
I smell your ruin out I light and croak | T |
My sombre lore | U |
As swaggering You go by O 'heart of oak' | T |
Rotten to the core | U |
Look westward Ireland's vengeful eyes are cast | V |
On freedom won | W |
Look eastward India stirs from sleep at last | V |
You are undone | W |
Look southward where Australia hears your voice | X |
And turns away | Q |
O brutal Hypocrite she makes her choice | X |
With the rising day | Q |
Foul Esau you who sold your high birthright | Y |
For gilded mud | Z |
Who did the wrong and priestlike called it right | Y |
And swindled God | A2 |
The hour is gone of insult pain and patience | B2 |
The hour is come | C2 |
When they arise the faithful mightier Nations | D |
To drag you down | D2 |
IV | P |
England the land I loved | E2 |
With passionate pride | F2 |
For hate of whom I live | P |
Who for love had died | F2 |
Can I while shines the sun | W |
That hour regain | G2 |
When I again may come to you | S |
And love again | H2 |
No not while that Flag | T |
Of greed and lust | I2 |
Flaunts in the air untaught | I2 |
To drag the dust | I2 |
Never till expiant | I2 |
I see You kneel | I |
And brandished gleams aloft | I2 |
The foeman's steel | I |
Ah then to speed and laugh | P |
As my heart caught the knife | P |
'Mother I love you Here | J2 |
Here is my life ' | K2 |
Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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