The Jamestown Anniversary Ode Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGGHHIIJJKKLLGGMM NNMMOOPPQQRRSSTTUUVV WW HHXXYYZZA2A2B2B2BBMM XXC2C2MMD2D2E2E2F2F2 G2G2H2H2I2I2DDJ2J2K2 K2L2L2In those vast forests dwelt a race of kings | A |
Free as the eagle when he spreads his wings | A |
His wings which never in their wild flight lag | B |
In mists which fly the fierce tornado's flag | B |
Their flight the eagle's and their name alas | C |
The eagle's shadow swooping o'er the grass | C |
Or as it fades it well may seem to be | D |
The shade of tempest driven o'er the sea | D |
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Fierce too this race as mountain torrent wild | E |
With haughty hearts where Mercy rarely smiled | E |
All their traditions histories imbued | F |
With tales of war and sanguinary feud | F |
Yet though they never couched the knightly lance | G |
The glowing songs of Europe's old romance | G |
Can find their parallels amid the race | H |
Which on this spot met England face to face | H |
And when they met the white man hand to hand | I |
Twilight and sunrise stood upon the strand | I |
Twilight and sunrise Saxon sunshine gleams | J |
To day o'er prairies and those distant streams | J |
Which hurry onward through far Western plains | K |
Where the last Indian for a season reigns | K |
Here the red CANUTE on this spot sat down | L |
His splendid forehead stormy with a frown | L |
To quell with the wild lightning of his glance | G |
The swift encroachment of the wave's advance | G |
To meet and check the ruthless tide which rose | M |
Crest after crest of energetic foes | M |
While high and strong poured on each cruel wave | N |
Until they left his royalty a grave | N |
But o'er this wild tumultuous deluge glows | M |
A vision fair as Heaven to saint e'er shows | M |
A dove of mercy o'er the billows dark | O |
Fluttered awhile then fled within God's ark | O |
Had I the power I'd reverently describe | P |
That peerless maid the pearl of all her tribe | P |
As evening fair when coming night and day | Q |
Contend together which shall wield its sway | Q |
But here abashed my paltry fancy stays | R |
For her too humble its most stately lays | R |
A shade of twilight's softest sweetest gloom | S |
The dusk of morning found a splendid tomb | S |
In England's glare so strange so vast so bright | T |
The dusk of morning burst in splendid light | T |
Which falleth through the Past's cathedral aisles | U |
Till sculptured Mercy like a seraph smiles | U |
And though Fame's grand and consecrated fane | V |
No kingly statue may in time retain | V |
Her name shall linger nor with age grow faint | W |
Its simple sound the image of a saint | W |
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Sad is the story of that maiden's race | H |
Long driven from each legendary place | H |
All their expansive hunting grounds are now | X |
Torn by the iron of the Saxon's plough | X |
Which turns up skulls and arrow heads and bones | Y |
Their places nameless and unmarked by stones | Y |
Now freighted vessels toil along the view | Z |
Where once was seen the Indian's bark canoe | Z |
And to the woods the shrill escaping steam | A2 |
Proclaims our triumph in discordant scream | A2 |
Where rose the wigwam in its sylvan shade | B2 |
Where the bold hunter in his freedom strayed | B2 |
And met his foe or chased the bounding stag | B |
The lazy horses at the harrow lag | B |
Where the rude dance was held or war song rose | M |
The scene is one of plenty and repose | M |
The quiver of her race is empty now | X |
Its bow lies broken underneath the plough | X |
And where the wheat fields ripple in the gale | C2 |
The vanished hunter scarcely leaves a trail | C2 |
'Twas where yon river musically flows | M |
The European's nomenclature rose | M |
A keen edged axe which since alas has swept | D2 |
Away their names those boughs which blossoms kept | D2 |
Leaving so few that when their story's drowned | E2 |
'Twill sink alas with no fair garland crowned | E2 |
What strange vicissitudes and perils fell | F2 |
On the first settlers 'tis not mine to tell | F2 |
I scarce may pause to syllable the name | G2 |
Which the great Captain left behind to fame | G2 |
A name which echoes through the tented past | H2 |
Like sound of charge rung in a bugle's blast | H2 |
His age although it still put faith in stars | I2 |
No longer glanced through feudal helmet's bars | I2 |
But stood in its half armor thus stands he | D |
An image half of antique chivalry | D |
And half presented to our eager eyes | J2 |
The brilliant type of modern enterprise | J2 |
A knightly blade without one spot of rust | K2 |
Undimmed by time and undefaced by dust | K2 |
His name hangs up in that past age's hall | L2 |
Where many hang the brightest of them all | L2 |
James Barron Hope
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