The Wreck Of The Deutschland Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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happy memory of five Franciscan Nuns | B |
exiles by the Falk Laws | C |
drowned between midnight and morning of | D |
Dec th | E |
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PART THE FIRST | F |
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Thou mastering me | G |
God giver of breath and bread | H |
World's strand sway of the sea | G |
Lord of living and dead | H |
Thou hast bound bones and veins in me fastened me flesh | I |
And after it almost unmade what with dread | H |
Thy doing and dost thou touch me afresh | I |
Over again I feel thy finger and find thee | G |
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I did say yes | J |
O at lightning and lashed rod | K |
Thou heardst me truer than tongue confess | J |
Thy terror O Christ O God | K |
Thou knowest the walls altar and hour and night | L |
The swoon of a heart that the sweep and the hurl of thee trod | K |
Hard down with a horror of height | L |
And the midriff astrain with leaning of laced with fire of stress | J |
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The frown of his face | M |
Before me the hurtle of hell | N |
Behind where where was a where was a place | M |
I whirled out wings that spell | N |
And fled with a fling of the heart to the heart of the Host | O |
My heart but you were dovewinged I can tell | N |
Carrier witted I am bold to boast | O |
To flash from the flame to the flame then tower from the grace to the grace | M |
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I am soft sift | P |
In an hourglass at the wall | Q |
Fast but mined with a motion a drift | P |
And it crowds and it combs to the fall | Q |
I steady as a water in a well to a poise to a pane | R |
But roped with always all the way down from the tall | Q |
Fells or flanks of the voel a vein | R |
Of the gospel proffer a pressure a principle Christ's gift | P |
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I kiss my hand | S |
To the stars lovely asunder | T |
Starlight wafting him out of it and | U |
Glow glory in thunder | T |
Kiss my hand to the dappled with damson west | V |
Since tho' he is under the world's splendour and wonder | T |
His mystery must be instressed stressed | V |
For I greet him the days I meet him and bless when I understand | S |
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Not out of his bliss | W |
Springs the stress felt | X |
Nor first from heaven and few know this | W |
Swings the stroke dealt | X |
Stroke and a stress that stars and storms deliver | T |
That guilt is hushed by hearts are flushed by and melt | X |
But it rides time like riding a river | T |
And here the faithful waver the faithless fable and miss | W |
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It dates from day | Y |
Of his going in Galilee | G |
Warm laid grave of a womb life grey | Y |
Manger maiden's knee | G |
The dense and the driven Passion and frightful sweat | Z |
Thence the discharge of it there its swelling to be | G |
Though felt before though in high flood yet | Z |
What none would have known of it only the heart being hard at bay | Y |
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Is out with it Oh | A2 |
We lash with the best or worst | F |
Word last How a lush kept plush capped sloe | A2 |
Will mouthed to flesh burst | F |
Gush flush the man the being with it sour or sweet | B2 |
Brim in a flash full Hither then last or first | F |
To hero of Calvary Christ 's feet | B2 |
Never ask if meaning it wanting it warned of it men go | A2 |
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Be adored among men | C2 |
God three number egrave d form | D2 |
Wring thy rebel dogged in den | C2 |
Man's malice with wrecking and storm | D2 |
Beyond saying sweet past telling of tongue | E2 |
Thou art lightning and love I found it a winter and warm | D2 |
Father and fondler of heart thou hast wrung | E2 |
Hast thy dark descending and most art merciful then | C2 |
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With an anvil ding | F2 |
And with fire in him forge thy will | G2 |
Or rather rather then stealing as Spring | F2 |
Through him melt him but master him still | G2 |
Whether at once as once at a crash Paul | Q |
Or as Austin a lingering out sweet skill | G2 |
Make mercy in all of us out of us all | Q |
Mastery but be adored but be adored King | F2 |
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PART THE SECOND | U |
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'Some find me a sword some | H2 |
The flange and the rail flame | I2 |
Fang or flood' goes Death on drum | H2 |
And storms bugle his fame | I2 |
But w eacute dream we are rooted in earth Dust | J2 |
Flesh falls within sight of us we though our flower the same | I2 |
Wave with the meadow forget that there must | J2 |
The sour scythe cringe and the blear share come | H2 |
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On Saturday sailed from Bremen | K2 |
American outward bound | L2 |
Take settler and seamen tell men with women | K2 |
Two hundred souls in the round | L2 |
O Father not under thy feathers nor ever as guessing | F2 |
The goal was a shoal of a fourth the doom to be drowned | L2 |
Yet did the dark side of the bay of thy blessing | F2 |
Not vault them the million of rounds of thy mercy not reeve even them in | M2 |
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Into the snows she sweeps | N2 |
Hurling the haven behind | O2 |
The Deutschland on Sunday and so the sky keeps | N2 |
For the infinite air is unkind | O2 |
And the sea flint flake black backed in the regular blow | A2 |
Sitting Eastnortheast in cursed quarter the wind | O2 |
Wiry and white fiery and whirlwind swivell egrave d snow | A2 |
Spins to the widow making unchilding unfathering deeps | N2 |
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She drove in the dark to leeward | P2 |
She struck not a reef or a rock | Q2 |
But the combs of a smother of sand night drew her | T |
Dead to the Kentish Knock | Q2 |
And she beat the bank down with her bows and the ride of her keel | R2 |
The breakers rolled on her beam with ruinous shock | Q2 |
And canvas and compass the whorl and the wheel | R2 |
Idle for ever to waft her or wind her with these she endured | S2 |
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Hope had grown grey hairs | N2 |
Hope had mourning on | T2 |
Trenched with tears carved with cares | N2 |
Hope was twelve hours gone | U2 |
And frightful a nightfall folded rueful a day | Y |
Nor rescue only rocket and lightship shone | V2 |
And lives at last were washing away | Y |
To the shrouds they took they shook in the hurling and | U |
horrible airs | N2 |
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One stirred from the rigging to save | W2 |
The wild woman kind below | A2 |
With a rope's end round the man handy and brave | W2 |
He was pitched to his death at a blow | A2 |
For all his dreadnought breast and braids of thew | X2 |
They could tell him for hours dandled the to and fro | A2 |
Through the cobbled foam fleece what could he do | X2 |
With the burl of the fountains of air buck and the flood of the wave | W2 |
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They fought with God's cold | Y2 |
And they could not and fell to the deck | Z2 |
Crushed them or water and drowned them or rolled | Y2 |
With the sea romp over the wreck | Z2 |
Night roared with the heart break hearing a heart broke rabble | A3 |
The woman's wailing the crying of child without check | Z2 |
Till a lioness arose breasting the babble | A3 |
A prophetess towered in the tumult a virginal tongue told | Y2 |
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Ah touched in your bower of bone | V2 |
Are you turned for an exquisite smart | B3 |
Have you make words break from me here all alone | V2 |
Do you mother of being in me heart | B3 |
O unteachably after evil but uttering truth | C3 |
Why tears is it tears such a melting a madrigal start | B3 |
Never eldering revel and river of youth | C3 |
What can it be this glee the good you have there of your own | V2 |
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Sister a sister calling | F2 |
A master her master and mine | D3 |
And the inboard seas run swirling and hawling | F2 |
The rash smart sloggering brine | D3 |
Blinds her but she that weather sees one thing one | K2 |
Has one fetch in her she rears herself to divine | D3 |
Ears and the call of the tall nun | K2 |
To the men in the tops and the tackle rode over the storm's brawling | F2 |
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She was first of a five and came | I2 |
Of a coif egrave d sisterhood | E3 |
O Deutschland double a desperate name | I2 |
O world wide of its good | E3 |
But Gertrude lily and Luther are two of a town | F3 |
Christ's lily and beast of the waste wood | E3 |
From life's dawn it is drawn down | F3 |
Abel is Cain's brother and breasts they have sucked the same | I2 |
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Loathed for a love men knew in them | G3 |
Banned by the land of their birth | H3 |
Rhine refused them Thames would ruin them | G3 |
Surf snow river and earth | H3 |
Gnashed but thou art above thou Orion of light | L |
Thy unchancelling poising palms were weighing the worth | H3 |
Thou martyr master in thy sight | L |
Storm flakes were scroll leaved flowers lily showers sweet heaven was astrew in them | G3 |
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Five the finding and sake | F2 |
And cipher of suffering Christ | I3 |
Mark the mark is of man's make | F2 |
And the word of it Sacrificed | I3 |
But he scores it in scarlet himself on his own bespoken | F3 |
Before time taken dearest priz egrave d and priced | I3 |
Stigma signal cinquefoil token | F3 |
For lettering of the lamb's fleece ruddying of the rose flake | F2 |
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Joy fall to thee father Francis | N2 |
Drawn to the Life that died | J3 |
With the gnarls of the nails in thee niche of the lance his | N2 |
Lovescape crucified | J3 |
And seal of his seraph arrival and these thy daughters | N2 |
And five liv egrave d and leav egrave d favour and pride | J3 |
Are sisterly sealed in wild waters | N2 |
To bathe in his fall gold mercies to breathe in his all fire glances | N2 |
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Away in the loveable west | V |
On a pastoral forehead of Wales | N2 |
I was under a roof here I was at rest | V |
And they the prey of the gales | N2 |
She to the black about air to the breaker the thickly | G |
Falling flakes to the throng that catches and quails | N2 |
Was calling 'O Christ Christ come quickly' | G |
The cross to her she calls Christ to her christens her wild worst Best | V |
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The majesty what did she mean | F3 |
Breathe arch and original Breath | K3 |
Is it love in her of the being as her lover had been | F3 |
Breathe body of lovely Death | K3 |
They were else minded then altogether the men | F3 |
Woke thee with a we are perishing in the weather of Gennesareth | K3 |
Or is it that she cried for the crown then | F3 |
The keener to come at the comfort for feeling the combating keen | F3 |
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For how to the heart's cheering | F2 |
The down dugged ground hugged grey | Y |
Hovers off the jay blue heavens appearing | F2 |
Of pied and peeled May | Y |
Blue beating and hoary glow height or night still higher | T |
With belled fire and the moth soft Milky Way | Y |
What by your measure is the heaven of desire | T |
The treasure never eyesight got nor was ever guessed what for the hearing | F2 |
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No but it was not these | N2 |
The jading and jar of the cart | B3 |
Time's tasking it is fathers that asking for ease | N2 |
Of the sodden with its sorrowing heart | B3 |
Not danger electrical horror then further it finds | N2 |
The appealing of the Passion is tenderer in prayer apart | B3 |
Other I gather in measure her mind's | N2 |
Burden in wind's burly and beat of endragon egrave d seas | N2 |
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But how shall I make me room there | L3 |
Reach me a Fancy come faster | T |
Strike you the sight of it look at it loom there | L3 |
Thing that she there then the Master | T |
Ipse the only one Christ King Head | H |
He was to cure the extremity where he had cast her | T |
Do deal lord it with living and dead | H |
Let him ride her pride in his triumph despatch and have done with his doom there | L3 |
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Ah there was a heart right | L |
There was single eye | M3 |
Read the unshapeable shock night | L |
And knew the who and the why | M3 |
Wording it how but by him that present and past | N3 |
Heaven and earth are word of worded by | M3 |
The Simon Peter of a soul to the blast | N3 |
Tarpeian fast but a blown beacon of light | L |
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Jesu heart's light | L |
Jesu maid's son | F3 |
What was the feast followed the night | L |
Thou hadst glory of this nun | F3 |
Feast of the one woman without stain | F3 |
For so conceiv egrave d so to conceive thee is done | F3 |
But here was heart throe birth of a brain | F3 |
Word that heard and kept thee and uttered thee outright | L |
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Well she has thee for the pain for the | K3 |
Patience but pity of the rest of them | G3 |
Heart go and bleed at a bitterer vein for the | K3 |
Comfortless unconfessed of them | G3 |
No not uncomforted lovely felicitous Providence | N2 |
Finger of a tender of O of a feathery delicacy the breast of the | K3 |
Maiden could obey so be a bell to ring of it and | U |
Startle the poor sheep back is the shipwrack then a harvest does tempest carry the grain for thee | K3 |
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I admire thee master of the tides | N2 |
Of the Yore flood of the year's fall | G |
The recurb and the recovery of the gulf's sides | N2 |
The girth of it and the wharf of it and the wall | G |
Stanching quenching ocean of a motionable mind | O2 |
Ground of being and granite of it past all | G |
Grasp God throned behind | O2 |
Death with a sovereignty that heeds but hides bodes but abides | N2 |
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With a mercy that outrides | N2 |
The all of water an ark | F2 |
For the listener for the lingerer with a love glides | N2 |
Lower than death and the dark | F2 |
A vein for the visiting of the past prayer pent in prison | F3 |
The last breath penitent spirits the uttermost mark | F2 |
Our passion plung egrave d giant risen | F3 |
The Christ of the Father compassionate fetched in the storm of his strides | N2 |
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Now burn new born to the world | O3 |
Doubled natur egrave d name | I2 |
The heaven flung heart fleshed maiden furled | O3 |
Miracle in Mary of flame | I2 |
Mid numbered He in three of the thunder throne | F3 |
Not a dooms day dazzle in his coming nor dark as he came | I2 |
Kind but royally reclaiming his own | F3 |
A released shower let flash to the shire not a lightning of fire hard hurled | O3 |
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Dame at our door | P3 |
Drowned and among our shoals | N2 |
Remember us in the roads the heaven haven of the Reward | O3 |
Our King back oh upon English souls | N2 |
Let him easter in us be a dayspring to the dimness of us be a crimson cresseted east | O3 |
More brightening her rare dear Britain as his reign rolls | N2 |
Pride rose prince hero of us high priest | O3 |
Our hearts' charity's hearth's fire our thoughts' chivalry's throng's Lord | O3 |
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