Arms And The Man. - The New England Group Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IGIG JKJK LMNM OPOP GQGQ RSRS GGGG TGTGAt Plymouth Rock a handful of brave souls | A |
Full armed in faith erected home and shrine | B |
And flourished where the wild Atlantic rolls | A |
Its pyramids of brine | B |
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There rose a manly race austere and strong | C |
On whom no lessons of their day were lost | D |
Earnest as some conventicle's deep song | C |
And keen as their own frost | D |
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But that shrewd frost became a friend to those | E |
Who fronted there the Ice King's bitter storm | F |
For see we not that underneath the snows | E |
The growing wheat keeps warm | F |
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Soft ease and silken opulence they spurned | G |
From sands of silver and from emerald boughs | H |
With golden ingots laden full they turned | G |
Like Pilgrims under vows | H |
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For them no tropic seas no slumbrous calms | I |
No rich abundance generously unrolled | G |
In place of Cromwell's proffered flow'rs and palms | I |
They chose the long drawn cold | G |
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The more it blew the more they faced the gale | J |
The more it snowed the more they would not freeze | K |
And when crops failed on sterile hill and vale | J |
They went to reap the seas | K |
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Far North through wild and stormy brine they ran | L |
With hands a cold plucked Winter by the locks | M |
Masterful mastered great Leviathan | N |
And drove the foam as flocks | M |
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Next in their order came the Middle Group | O |
Perchance less hardy but as brave they grew | P |
Grew straight and tall with not a bend or stoop | O |
Heart timber through and through | P |
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Midway between the ardent heat and cold | G |
They spread abroad and by a homely spell | Q |
The iron of their axes changed to gold | G |
As fast the forests fell | Q |
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Doing the things they found to do we see | R |
That thus they drew a mighty empire's charts | S |
And working for the present took in fee | R |
The future for their marts | S |
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And there unchallenged may the boast be made | G |
Although they do not hold his sacred dust | G |
That Penn the Founder never once betrayed | G |
The simple Indian's trust | G |
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To them the genius which linked Silver Lakes | T |
With the blue Ocean and the outer World | G |
And the fair banner which their commerce shakes | T |
Wise Clinton's hand unfurled | G |
James Barron Hope
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