The Patriot Engineer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCD EE FGHGI JJ KLMLN OO PQRQS TT UVUVW XX YZYA2B2 OO C2VC2VD2D2 GE2F2E2BB G2H2G2H2I2I2 J2K2J2K2L2L2 M2OM2OOO ON2ON2O2O2 OP2OP2Q2Q2 R2S2R2S2F2 T2T2 S2OS2OS2S2 S2B2S2B2OO OS2OS2 U2U2 V2S2V2S2OO BW2BW2S2S2 X2Y2X2Y2S2S2'Sirs may I shake your hands | A |
My countrymen I see | B |
I've lived in foreign lands | A |
Till England's Heaven to me | B |
A hearty shake will do me good | C |
And freshen up my sluggish blood ' | D |
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Into his hard right hand we struck | E |
Gave the shake and wish'd him luck | E |
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' From Austria I come | F |
An English wife to win | G |
And find an English home | H |
And live and die therein | G |
Great Lord how many a year I've pined | I |
To drink old ale and speak my mind ' | - |
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Loud rang our laughter and the shout | J |
Hills round the Meuse boat echoed about | J |
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' Ay no offence laugh on | K |
Young gentlemen I'll join | L |
Had you to exile gone | M |
Where free speech is base coin | L |
You'd sigh to see the jolly nose | N |
Where Freedom's native liquor flows ' | - |
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He this time the laughter led | O |
Dabbling his oily bullet head | O |
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' Give me to suit my moods | P |
An ale house on a heath | Q |
I'll hand the crags and woods | R |
To B'elzebub beneath | Q |
A fig for scenery what scene | S |
Can beat a Jackass on a green ' | - |
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Gravely he seem'd with gaze intense | T |
Putting the question to common sense | T |
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' Why there's the ale house bench | U |
The furze flower shining round | V |
And there's my waiting wench | U |
As lissome as a hound | V |
With 'hail Britannia ' ere I drink | W |
I'll kiss her with an artful wink ' | - |
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Fair flash'd the foreign landscape while | X |
We breath'd again our native Isle | X |
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' The geese may swim hard by | Y |
They gabble and you talk | Z |
You're sure there's not a spy | Y |
To mark your name with chalk | A2 |
My heart's an oak and it won't grow | B2 |
In flower pots foreigners must know ' | - |
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Pensive he stood then shook his head | O |
Sadly held out his fist and said | O |
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' You've heard that Hungary's floor'd | C2 |
They've got her on the ground | V |
A traitor broke her sword | C2 |
Two despots held her bound | V |
I've seen her gasping her last hope | D2 |
I've seen her sons strung up b' the rope | D2 |
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'Nine gallant gentlemen | G |
In Arad they strung up | E2 |
I work'd in peace till then | F2 |
That poison'd all my cup | E2 |
A smell of corpses haunted me | B |
My nostril sniff'd like life for sea | B |
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'Take money for my hire | G2 |
From butchers not the man | H2 |
I've got some natural fire | G2 |
And don't flash in the pan | H2 |
A few ideas I reveal'd | I2 |
'Twas well old England stood my shield | I2 |
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'Said I 'The Lord of Hosts | J2 |
Have mercy on your land | K2 |
I see those dangling ghosts | J2 |
And you may keep command | K2 |
And hang and shoot and have your day | L2 |
They hold your bill and you must pay | L2 |
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''You've sent them where they're strong | M2 |
You carrion Double Head | O |
I hear them sound a gong | M2 |
In Heaven above ' I said | O |
'My God what feathers won't you moult | O |
For this ' says I and then I bolt | O |
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'The Bird's a beastly Bird | O |
And what is more a fool | N2 |
I shake hands with the herd | O |
That flock beneath his rule | N2 |
They're kindly and their land is fine | O2 |
I thought it rarer once than mine | O2 |
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'And rare would be its lot | O |
But that he baulks its powers | P2 |
It's just an earthen pot | O |
For hearts of oak like ours | P2 |
Think Think four days from those frontiers | Q2 |
And I'm a head full fifty years | Q2 |
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'It tingles to your scalps | R2 |
To think of it my boys | S2 |
Confusion on their Alps | R2 |
And all their baby toys | S2 |
The mountains Britain boasts are men | F2 |
And scale you them my brethren ' | - |
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Cluck went his tongue his fingers snap | T2 |
Britons were proved all heights to cap | T2 |
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And we who worshipp'd crags | S2 |
Where purple splendours burn'd | O |
Our idol saw in rags | S2 |
And right about were turn'd | O |
Horizons rich with trembling spires | S2 |
On violet twilights lost their fires | S2 |
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And heights where morning wakes | S2 |
With one cheek over snow | B2 |
And iron walled lakes | S2 |
Where sits the white moon low | B2 |
For us on youthful travel bent | O |
The robing picturesque was rent | O |
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Wherever Beauty show'd | O |
The wonders of her face | S2 |
This man his Jackass rode | O |
High despot of the place | S2 |
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Fair dreams of our enchanted life | U2 |
Fled fast from his shrill island fife | U2 |
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And yet we liked him well | V2 |
We laugh'd with honest hearts | S2 |
He shock'd some inner spell | V2 |
And rous'd discordant parts | S2 |
We echoed what we half abjured | O |
And hating smilingly endured | O |
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Moreover could we be | B |
To our dear land disloyal | W2 |
And were not also we | B |
Of History's blood Royal | W2 |
We glow'd to think how donkeys graze | S2 |
In England thrilling at their brays | S2 |
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For there a man may view | X2 |
An aspect more sublime | Y2 |
Than Alps against the blue | X2 |
The morning eyes of Time | Y2 |
The very Ass participates | S2 |
The glory Freedom radiates | S2 |
George Meredith
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