The Bells Of Malines Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDDEEFFEE BCGGHIEEJJ BCBBKKBBLL BLMMNNLLBB OOKPGGLLNN BLBBEEQQRR| AUGUST | A |
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| The gabled roofs of old Malines | B |
| Are russet red and gray and green | C |
| And o'er them in the sunset hour | D |
| Looms dark and huge St Rombold's tower | D |
| High in that rugged nest concealed | E |
| The sweetest bells that ever pealed | E |
| The deepest bells that ever rung | F |
| The lightest bells that ever sung | F |
| Are waiting for the master's hand | E |
| To fling their music o'er the land | E |
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| And shall they ring to night Malines | B |
| In nineteen hundred and fourteen | C |
| The frightful year the year of woe | G |
| When fire and blood and rapine flow | G |
| Across the land from lost Liege | H |
| Storm driven by the German rage | I |
| The other carillons have ceased | E |
| Fallen is Hasselt fallen Diest | E |
| From Ghent and Bruges no voices come | J |
| Antwerp is silent Brussels dumb | J |
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| But in thy belfry O Malines | B |
| The master of the bells unseen | C |
| Has climbed to where the keyboard stands | B |
| To night his heart is in his hands | B |
| Once more before invasion's hell | K |
| Breaks round the tower he loves so well | K |
| Once more he strikes the well worn keys | B |
| And sends aerial harmonies | B |
| Far floating through the twilight dim | L |
| In patriot song and holy hymn | L |
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| O listen burghers of Malines | B |
| Soldier and workman pale beguine | L |
| And mother with a trembling flock | M |
| Of children clinging to thy frock | M |
| Look up and listen listen all | N |
| What tunes are these that gently fall | N |
| Around you like a benison | L |
| The Flemish Lion Brabanconne | L |
| O brave Liege and all the airs | B |
| That Belgium in her bosom bears | B |
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| Ring up ye silvery octaves high | O |
| Whose notes like circling swallows fly | O |
| And ring each old sonorous bell | K |
| '' Jesu Maria Michael | P |
| Weave in and out and high and low | G |
| The magic music that you know | G |
| And let it float and flutter down | L |
| To cheer the heart of the troubled town | L |
| Ring out Salvator lord of all | N |
| Roland in Ghent may hear thee call | N |
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| O brave bell music of Malines | B |
| In this dark hour how much you mean | L |
| The dreadful night of blood and tears | B |
| Sweeps down on Belgium but she hears | B |
| Deep in her heart the melody | E |
| Of songs she learned when she was free | E |
| She will not falter faint nor fail | Q |
| But fight until her rights prevail | Q |
| And all her ancient belfries ring | R |
| The Flemish Lion God Save the King | R |
Henry Van Dyke
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