Devon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBA CDCDCD| Deep wooded combes clear mounded hills of morn | A |
| Red sunset tides against a red sea wall | B |
| High lonely barrows where the curlews call | B |
| Far moors that echo to the ringing horn | A |
| Devon thou spirit of all these beauties born | A |
| All these are thine but thou art more than all | B |
| Speech can but tell thy name praise can but fall | B |
| Beneath the cold white sea mist of thy scorn | A |
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| Yet yet O noble land forbid us not | C |
| Even now to join our faint memorial chime | D |
| To the fierce chant wherewith their hearts were hot | C |
| Who took the tide in thy Imperial prime | D |
| Whose glory's thine till Glory sleeps forgot | C |
| With her ancestral phantoms Pride and Time | D |
Henry John Newbolt, Sir
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