Devon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBA CDCDCD

Deep wooded combes clear mounded hills of mornA
Red sunset tides against a red sea wallB
High lonely barrows where the curlews callB
Far moors that echo to the ringing hornA
Devon thou spirit of all these beauties bornA
All these are thine but thou art more than allB
Speech can but tell thy name praise can but fallB
Beneath the cold white sea mist of thy scornA
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Yet yet O noble land forbid us notC
Even now to join our faint memorial chimeD
To the fierce chant wherewith their hearts were hotC
Who took the tide in thy Imperial primeD
Whose glory's thine till Glory sleeps forgotC
With her ancestral phantoms Pride and TimeD

Henry John Newbolt, Sir



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