To-- : From The French Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHIH JDJDDKDK LMLMNONO KPKPKQKQ

Must thou go my glorious ChiefA
Sever'd from thy faithful fewB
Who can tell thy warrior's griefA
Maddening o'er that long adieuB
Woman's love and friendship's zealC
Dear as both have been to meD
What are they to all I feelC
With a soldier's faith for theeD
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Idol of the soldier's soulE
First in fight but mightiest nowF
Many could a world controlE
Thee alone no doom can bowF
By thy side for years I daredG
Death and envied those who fellH
When their dying shout was heardI
Blessing him they served so wellH
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Would that I were cold with thoseJ
Since this hour I live to seeD
When the doubts of coward foesJ
Scarce dare trust a man with theeD
Dreading each should set thee freeD
Oh although in dungeons pentK
All their chains were light to meD
Gazing on thy soul unbentK
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Would the sycophants of himL
Now so deaf to duty's prayerM
Were his borrow'd glories dimL
In his native darkness shareM
Were that world this hour his ownN
All thou calmly dost resignO
Could he purchase with that throneN
Hearts like those which still are thineO
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My chief my king my friend adieuK
Never did I droop beforeP
Never to my sovereign sueK
As his foes I now imploreP
All I ask is to divideK
Every peril he must braveQ
Sharing by the hero's sideK
His fall his exile and his graveQ

George Gordon Byron



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