Il Y A Cent Ans Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLKM NONO PQPQ RKRK STST UVUV| That march of the funereal Past behold | A |
| How Glory sat on Bondage for its throne | B |
| How men like dazzled insects through the mould | A |
| Still worked their way and bled to keep their own | B |
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| We know them as they strove and wrought and yearned | C |
| Their hopes their fears what page of Life they wist | D |
| At whiles their vision upon us was turned | C |
| Baffled by shapes limmed loosely on thick mist | D |
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| Beneath the fortress bulk of Power they bent | E |
| Blunt heads adoring or in shackled hate | F |
| All save the rebel hymned him and it meant | E |
| A world submitting to incarnate Fate | F |
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| From this he drew fresh appetite for sway | G |
| And of it fell whereat was chorus raised | H |
| How surely shall a mad ambition pay | G |
| Dues to Humanity erewhile amazed | H |
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| 'Twas dreamed by some the deluge would ensue | I |
| So trembling was the tension long constrained | J |
| A spirit of faith was in the chosen few | I |
| That steps to the millennium had been gained | J |
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| But mainly the rich business of the hour | K |
| Their sight made blind by urgency of blood | L |
| Embraced and facts the passing sweet or sour | K |
| To them were solid things that nought withstood | M |
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| Their facts are going headlong on the tides | N |
| Like commas on a line of History's page | O |
| Nor that which once they took for Truth abides | N |
| Save in the form of youth enlarged from age | O |
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| Meantime give ear to woodland notes around | P |
| Look on our Earth full breasted to our sun | Q |
| So was it when their poets heard the sound | P |
| Beheld the scene in them our days are one | Q |
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| What figures will be shown the century hence | R |
| What lands intact We do but know that Power | K |
| From piety divorced though seen immense | R |
| Shall sink on envy of the humblest flower | K |
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| Our cry for cradled Peace while men are still | S |
| The three parts brute which smothers the divine | T |
| Heaven answers Guard it with forethoughtful will | S |
| Or buy it all your gains from War resign | T |
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| A land not indefensibly alarmed | U |
| May see unwarned by hint of friendly gods | V |
| Between a hermit crab at all points armed | U |
| And one without a shell decisive odds | V |
George Meredith
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