The Bride Of War Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBCDDEE FGHIJJKLLKMM NNNNNODOOD NNPPN QQRRQ SSTTS SSNUNUVVNNSSW WXXYYZZA2A2B2B2YY SNSC2C2ND2ZZD2D2D2D2 E2D2E2F2D2D2G2 D2D2H2I2I2SH2SH2SJ2J 2 NSNSN D2 D2 NN D2D2D2SSSSS G2 S J2K2K2J2J2NNSSSSNN SS G2D2SD2G2D2D2SD2NNJ2 J2SJ2SJ2L2L2 M2M2N2J2N2J2 J2 SSJ2SJ2SSSSO2O2YJ2J2 YY| Arnold's March to Canada | A |
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| I | - |
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| The trumpet with a giant sound | B |
| Its harsh war summons wildly sings | C |
| And bursting forth like mountain springs | C |
| Poured from the hillside camping ground | B |
| Each swift battalion shouting flings | C |
| Its force in line where you may see | D |
| The men broad shouldered heavily | D |
| Sway to the swing of the march their heads | E |
| Dark like the stones in river beds | E |
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| Lightly the autumn breezes | F |
| Play with the shining dust cloud | G |
| Rising to the sunset rays | H |
| From feet of the moving column | I |
| Soft as you listen comes | J |
| The echo of iterant drums | J |
| Brought by the breezes light | K |
| From the files that follow the road | L |
| A moment their guns have glowed | L |
| Sun smitten then out of sight | K |
| They suddenly sink | M |
| Like men who touch a new grave's brink | M |
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| II | - |
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| So it was the march began | N |
| The march of Morgan's riflemen | N |
| Who like iron held the van | N |
| In unhappy Arnold's plan | N |
| To win Wolfe's daring fame again | N |
| With them by her husband's side | O |
| Jemima Warner nobly free | D |
| Moved more fair than when a bride | O |
| One year since she strove to hide | O |
| The blush it was a joy to see | D |
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| III | - |
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| O distant terrible forests of Maine | N |
| With huge trees numberless as the rain | N |
| That falls on your lonely lakes | P |
| It falls and sings through the years but wakes | P |
| No answering echo of joy or pain | N |
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| Your tangled wilderness was tracked | Q |
| With struggle and sorrow and vengeful act | Q |
| 'Gainst Puritan pagan and priest | R |
| Where wolf and panther and serpent ceased | R |
| Man added the horrors your dark maze lacked | Q |
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| The land was scarred with deeds not good | S |
| Like the fretting of worms on withered wood | S |
| What if its venomous spell | T |
| Breathed into Arnold a prompting of Hell | T |
| With slow empoisoning force indued | S |
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| IV | - |
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| As through that dreary realm he went | S |
| Followed a shape of dark portent | S |
| Pard like of furtive eye with brain | N |
| To treason narrowing Aaron Burr | U |
| Moved loyal seeming in the train | N |
| Led by the arch conspirator | U |
| And craven Enos closed the rear | V |
| Whose honor's flame died out in fear | V |
| Not sooner does the dry bough burn | N |
| And into fruitless ashes turn | N |
| Than he with whispered false command | S |
| Drew back the hundreds in his hand | S |
| Fled like a shade and all forsook | W |
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| Wherever Arnold bent his look | W |
| Danger and doubt around him hung | X |
| And pale Disaster shrouded flung | X |
| Black omens in his track as though | Y |
| The fingers of a future woe | Y |
| Already clutched his life to wring | Z |
| Some expiation for the thing | Z |
| That he was yet to do A chill | A2 |
| Struck helpless many a steadfast will | A2 |
| Within the ranks the very air | B2 |
| Rang with a thunder toned despair | B2 |
| The hills seemed wandering to and fro | Y |
| Like lost guides blinded by the snow | Y |
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| V | - |
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| Yet faithful still 'mid woe and doubt | S |
| One woman's loyal heart whose pain | N |
| Filled it with pure celestial light | S |
| Shone starry constant like the North | C2 |
| Or that still radiance beaming forth | C2 |
| From sacred lights in some lone fane | N |
| But he whose ring Jemima wore | D2 |
| By want and weariness all unstrung | Z |
| Though strong and honest of heart and young | Z |
| Shrank at the blast that pierced so frore | D2 |
| Like a huge invisible bird of prey | D2 |
| Furious launched from Labrador | D2 |
| And the granite cliffs of Saguenay | D2 |
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| Along the bleak Dead River's banks | E2 |
| They forced amain their frozen way | D2 |
| But ever from the thinning ranks | E2 |
| Shapes of ice would reel and fall | F2 |
| Human shapes whose dying prayer | D2 |
| Floated a mute white mist in air | D2 |
| The crowding snow their pall | G2 |
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| Spectre like Famine drew near | D2 |
| Her doom word hummed in his ear | D2 |
| Ah weak were woman's hands to reach | H2 |
| And save him from the hellish charms | I2 |
| And wizard motion of those arms | I2 |
| Yet only noble womanhood | S |
| The wife her dauntless part could teach | H2 |
| She shared with him the last dry food | S |
| And thronged with hopefulness her speech | H2 |
| As when hard by her home the flood | S |
| Of rushing Conestoga fills | J2 |
| Its depth afresh from springtide rills | J2 |
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| All all in vain | N |
| For far behind the invading rout | S |
| These two were left alone | N |
| And in the waste their wildest shout | S |
| Seemed but a smothered groan | N |
| Like sheeted wanderers from the grave | - |
| They moved and yet seemed not to stir | D2 |
| As icy gorge and sere leaf'd grove | - |
| Of withered oak and shrouded fir | D2 |
| Were passed and onward still they strove | - |
| While the loud wind's artillery clave | - |
| The air and furious sleety rain | N |
| Swung like a sword above the plain | N |
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| VI | - |
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| They crossed the hills they came to where | D2 |
| Through an arid gloom the river Chaudiere | D2 |
| Fled like a Maenad with outstreaming hair | D2 |
| And there the soldier sank and died | S |
| Death dumb he fell yet ere life sped | S |
| Child like on her knee he laid his head | S |
| She strove to pray but all words fled | S |
| Save those their love had sanctified | S |
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| And then her voice rose waveringly | G2 |
| To the notes of a mother's lullaby | - |
| But her song was only Ah must thou die | - |
| And to her his eyes death still replied | S |
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| VII | - |
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| Dead leaves and stricken boughs | J2 |
| She heaped o'er the fallen form | K2 |
| Wolf nor hawk nor lawless storm | K2 |
| Him from his rest should rouse | J2 |
| But first with solemn vows | J2 |
| Took rifle pouch and horn | N |
| And the belt that he had worn | N |
| Then onward pressing fast | S |
| Through the forest rude and vast | S |
| Hunger wasted fever parch'd | S |
| Many bitter days she marched | S |
| With bleeding feet that spurned the flinty pain | N |
| One thought always throbbing through her brain | N |
| They shall never say 'He was afraid ' | - |
| They shall never cry 'The coward stayed ' | - |
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| VIII | - |
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| Now the wilderness is passed | S |
| Now the first hut reached at last | S |
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| Ho dwellers by the frontier trail | G2 |
| Come forth and greet the bride of war | D2 |
| From cabin and rough settlement | S |
| They come to speed her on her way | D2 |
| Maidens whose ruddy cheeks grow pale | G2 |
| With pity never felt before | D2 |
| Children that cluster at the door | D2 |
| Mothers whose toil worn hands are lent | S |
| To help or bid her longer stay | D2 |
| But through them all she passes on | N |
| Strangely martial fair and wan | N |
| Nor waits to listen to their cheers | J2 |
| That sound so faintly in her ears | J2 |
| For now all scenes around her shift | S |
| Like those before a racer's eyes | J2 |
| When foremost sped and madly swift | S |
| Quick stretching toward the goal he flies | J2 |
| Yet feels his strength wane with his breath | L2 |
| And purpose fail 'mid fears of death | L2 |
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| Till like the flashing of a lamp | M2 |
| Starts forth the sight of Arnold's camp | M2 |
| The bivouac flame and sinuous gleam | N2 |
| Of steel where crouched the army waits | J2 |
| Ere long beyond the midnight stream | N2 |
| To storm Quebec's ice mounded gates | J2 |
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| IX | J2 |
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| Then to the leader she was brought | S |
| And spoke her simply loyal thought | S |
| If 'mid the shame of after days | J2 |
| The man who wronged his country's trust | S |
| Yet now in worth outweighed all praise | J2 |
| Remembered what this woman wrought | S |
| It should have bowed him to the dust | S |
| Humbly my soldier husband tried | S |
| To do his part He served and died | S |
| But honor did not die His name | O2 |
| And honor bringing both I came | O2 |
| And this his rifle here to show | Y |
| While far away the tired heart sleeps | J2 |
| To day his faith with you he keeps | J2 |
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| Proudly the war bride ending so | Y |
| Sank breathless in the dumb white snow | Y |
George Parsons Lathrop
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