War Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCE FGFHIBIB JKJKLMLM NONOCGCP QRCRSTST UVUVFWFW XYXYZA2ZB2 C2D2C2D2E2F2E2F2 NG2NG2H2I2H2I2| Shake shake the earth with giant tread | A |
| Thou red maned Titian bold | B |
| For every step a man lies dead | A |
| A cottage hearth is cold | B |
| Take up the babes with mailed hands | C |
| Transfix them with thy spears | D |
| Spare not the chaste young virgin bands | C |
| Tho' blood may be their tears | E |
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| Beat down the corn tear up the vine | F |
| The waters turn to blood | G |
| And if the wretch for bread doth whine | F |
| Give him his kin for food | H |
| Aye strew the dead to saddle girth | I |
| They make so rich a mould | B |
| Thoul't thus enrich the wasted earth | I |
| They'll turn to yellow gold | B |
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| On with thy thunders shot and shell | J |
| Send screaming featly hurl'd | K |
| Science has made them in her cell | J |
| To civilize the world | K |
| Not not alone where Christian men | L |
| Pant in the well arm'd strife | M |
| But seek the jungle throttled glen | L |
| The savage has a life | M |
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| He has a soul so priests will say | N |
| Go save it with thy sword | O |
| Thro' his rank forests force thy way | N |
| Thy war cry For the Lord | O |
| Rip up his mines and from his strands | C |
| Wash out the gold with blood | G |
| Religion raises blessing hands | C |
| War's evil worketh good | P |
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| When striding o'er the conquer'd land | Q |
| Silence thy rolling drum | R |
| And led by white robed choiring bands | C |
| With loud Te Deum come | R |
| Seek the grim chancel on its wall | S |
| Thy blood stiff banner hang | T |
| They lie who say thy blood is gall | S |
| Thy tooth the serpent's fang | T |
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| See the white Christ is lifted high | U |
| Thy conqu'ring sword to bless | V |
| Smiles the pure monarch of the sky | U |
| Thy king can do no less | V |
| Drink deep with him the festal wine | F |
| Drink with him drop for drop | W |
| If like the sun his throne doth shine | F |
| Thou art that throne's prop | W |
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| If spectres wait upon the bowl | X |
| Thou needs not be afraid | Y |
| Grin hell hounds for thy bold black soul | X |
| His purple be thy shade | Y |
| Go feast with Commerce be her spouse | Z |
| She loves thee thou art hers | A2 |
| For thee she decks her board and house | Z |
| Then how may others curse | B2 |
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| If she mild seeming matron leans | C2 |
| Upon thine iron neck | D2 |
| And leaves with thee her household scenes | C2 |
| To follow at thy beck | D2 |
| Bastard in brotherhood of kings | E2 |
| Their blood runs in thy veins | F2 |
| For them the crowns the sword that swings | E2 |
| For thee to hew their chains | F2 |
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| For thee the rending of the prey | N |
| They jackals to the lion | G2 |
| Tread after in the gory way | N |
| Trod by the mightier scion | G2 |
| O slave that slayest other slaves | H2 |
| O'er vassals crowned a king | I2 |
| War build high thy throne with graves | H2 |
| High as the vulture's wing | I2 |
Isabella Valancy Crawford
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