Pauline: Part I: Introduction Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB C DE F GHIJKFLMNODPQRSTUVWX JYZA2B2 C2DD2E2F2G2H2C2I2 J2K2L2M2N2OO2MB2 P2Q2R2S2OFB2T2MU2V2W 2YX2Y2IZ2A3D2B3C3Q2D 3E3F3G3H3I3J3F3K3L3D MZ2M3N3To the memory of my devoted wife dead and gone | A |
yet always with me I dedicate | B |
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PAULINE | C |
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The Flower of my heart nursed into bloom by her loving care | D |
and ofttimes watered with her tears | E |
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H L G | F |
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Fair morning sat upon the mountain top | G |
Night skulking crept into the mountain chasm | H |
The silent ships slept in the silent bay | I |
One broad blue bent of ether domed the heavens | J |
One broad blue distance lay the shadowy land | K |
One broad blue vast of silence slept the sea | F |
Now from the dewy groves the joyful birds | L |
In carol concert sang their matin songs | M |
Softly and sweetly full of prayer and praise | N |
Then silver chiming solemn voiced bells | O |
Rung out their music on the morning air | D |
And Lisbon gathered to the festival | P |
In chapel and cathedral Choral hymns | Q |
And psalms of sea toned organs mingling rose | R |
With sweetest incense floating up to heaven | S |
Bearing the praises of the multitudes | T |
And all was holy peace and holy happiness | U |
A rumbling of deep thunders in the deep | V |
The vast sea shuddered and the mountains groaned | W |
Up heaved the solid earth the nether rocks | X |
Burst and the sea the earth the echoing heavens | J |
Thundered infernal ruin On their knees | Y |
The trembling multitudes received the shock | Z |
And dumb with sudden terror bowed their heads | A2 |
To toppling spire and plunging wall and dome | B2 |
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So shook the mighty North the sudden roar | C2 |
Of Treason thundering on the April air | D |
An earthquake shock that jarred the granite hills | D2 |
And westward rolled against th' eternal walls | E2 |
Rock built Titanic for a moment shook | F2 |
Uprose a giant and with iron hands | G2 |
Grasped his huge hammer claspt his belt of steel | H2 |
And o'er the Midgard monster mighty Thor | C2 |
Loomed for the combat | I2 |
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Peace O blessed Peace | J2 |
The war worn veterans hailed thee with a shout | K2 |
Of Alleluias homeward wound the trains | L2 |
And homeward marched the bayonet bristling columns | M2 |
To Hail Columbia from a thousand horns | N2 |
Marched to the jubilee of chiming bells | O |
Marched to the joyful peals of cannon marched | O2 |
With blazing banners and victorious songs | M |
Into the outstretched arms of love and home | B2 |
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But there be columns columns of the dead | P2 |
That slumber on an hundred battle fields | Q2 |
No bugle blast shall waken till the trump | R2 |
Of the Archangel O the loved and lost | S2 |
For them no jubilee of chiming bells | O |
For them no cannon peal of victory | F |
For them no outstretched arms of love and home | B2 |
God's peace be with them Heroes who went down | T2 |
Wearing their stars live in the nation's songs | M |
And stories there be greater heroes still | U2 |
That molder in unnumbered nameless graves | V2 |
Erst bleached unburied on the fields of fame | W2 |
Won by their valor Who will sing of these | Y |
Sing of the patriot deeds on field and flood | X2 |
Of these the truer heroes all unsung | Y2 |
Where sleeps the modest bard in Quaker gray | I |
Who blew the pibroch ere the battle lowered | Z2 |
Then pitched his tent upon the balmy beach | A3 |
Snow bound I ween among his native hills | D2 |
And where the master hand that swept the lyre | B3 |
Till wrinkled critics cried Excelsior | C3 |
Gathering the Aftermath in frosted fields | Q2 |
Then timid Muse no longer shake thy wings | D3 |
For airy realms and fold again in fear | E3 |
A broken flight is better than no flight | F3 |
Be thine the task as best you may to sing | G3 |
The deeds of one who sleeps at Gettysburg | H3 |
Among the thousands in a common grave | I3 |
The story of his life I bid you tell | J3 |
As it was told one windy winter night | F3 |
To veterans gathered around the festal board | K3 |
Fighting old battles over where the field | L3 |
Ran red with wine and all the battle blare | D |
Was merry laughter and the merry songs | M |
Told when the songs were sung by him who heard | Z2 |
The pith of it from the dying soldier's lips | M3 |
His Captain tell it as the Captain told | N3 |
Hanford Lennox Gordon
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