Arms And The Man. - The Dead Statesman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CBCB DEDE BCBC FGFG HIHI JKJK BLBL BM BM NDND OBOB| I see his Shape who should have led these ranks | A |
| GARFIELD I see whose presence had evoked | B |
| The stormy rapture of a Nation's thanks | A |
| His chariot stands unyoked | B |
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| Unyoked and empty and the Charioteer | C |
| To Fame's expanded arms has headlong rushed | B |
| Ending the glories of a grand career | C |
| While all the world stood hushed | B |
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| The thunder of his wheels is done but he | D |
| Sustained by patience fortitude and grace | E |
| A Christian Hero from the struggle free | D |
| Has won the Christian's race | E |
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| His wheel tracks stop not in the Valley cold | B |
| But upward lead and on and up and higher | C |
| Till Hope can realize and Faith behold | B |
| His chariot mount in fire | C |
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| Therefore my Countrymen lift up your hearts | F |
| Therefore my Countrymen be not cast down | G |
| He lives with those who well have done their parts | F |
| And God bestowed his crown | G |
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| And yet another form to day I miss | H |
| Grigsby the scholar good and pure and wise | I |
| Who now perchance from scenes of perfect bliss | H |
| Looks down with tender eyes | I |
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| Where his great friend through life great Winthrop stands | J |
| Winthrop whose gift in life's departing hours | K |
| Went to the dying Old Virginian's hands | J |
| Who died amid those flowers | K |
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| Prayers change to blooms the ancient Rabbins taught | B |
| So his then seemed to blossom forth and glow | L |
| As if his supplicating soul had brought | B |
| Sandalphon down below | L |
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| But happily that Winthrop stood to day | B |
| The patriot scholar orator and sage | M |
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| To tell the meaning of this grand array | B |
| And vindicate an Age | M |
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| That Era's life and meaning his to teach | N |
| To him the parchments but the shell to me | D |
| His voice the voice of billows on the beach | N |
| Wherein we heard the sea | D |
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| My voice the voice of some sequestered stream | O |
| Which only boasts as on its waters glide | B |
| That here and there it shows a broken gleam | O |
| Of pictures on its tide | B |
James Barron Hope
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