Pauline: Part I: Introduction Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB C DE F GHIJKFLMNODPQRSTUVWX JYZA2B2 C2DD2E2F2G2H2C2I2 J2K2L2M2N2OO2MB2 P2Q2R2S2OFB2T2MU2V2W 2YX2Y2IZ2A3D2B3C3Q2D 3E3F3G3H3I3J3F3K3L3D MZ2M3N3| To 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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