A Polish Insurgent Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDB AEAFFE GHGHII JKCCKJ ELELMM EIENIN OOPPQQ ERFFRE STUUS CCEFFEF| WHAT would you have said I | A |
| 'Tis so easy to go and die | A |
| 'Tis so hard to stay and live | B |
| In this alien peace and this comfort callous | C |
| Where only the murderers get the gallows | D |
| Where the jails are for rogues who thieve | B |
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| Tis so easy to go and die | A |
| Where our Country our Mother the Martyr | E |
| Moaning in bonds doth lie | A |
| Bleeding with stabs in her breast | F |
| Her throat with a foul clutch prest | F |
| Under the thrice accursed Tartar | E |
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| But Smith your man of sense | G |
| Ruddy and broad and round like so | H |
| Kindly but dense butt dense | G |
| Said to me Do not go | H |
| It is hopeless right is wrong | I |
| The tyrant is too strong | I |
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| Must a man have hope to fight | J |
| Can a man not fight in despair | K |
| Must the soul cower down for the body s weakness | C |
| And slaver the devil s hoof with meekness | C |
| Nor care nor dare to share | K |
| Certain defeat with the right | J |
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| They do not know us my Mother | E |
| They know not our love our hate | L |
| And how we would die with each other | E |
| Embracing proud and elate | L |
| Rather than live apart | M |
| In peace with shame in the heart | M |
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| No hope If a heavy anger | E |
| Our God hath treasured against us long | I |
| His lightning shafts from His thunder clangour | E |
| Raining a century down | N |
| We have loved when we went most wrong | I |
| He cannot for ever frown | N |
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| No hope We can haste to be killed | O |
| That the tale of the victims get filled | O |
| The more of the debt we pay | P |
| The less on our sons shall weigh | P |
| This star through the baleful rack of the cope | Q |
| Burns red red is our hope | Q |
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| O our Mother thou art noble and fair | E |
| Fair and proud and chaste thou Queen | R |
| Chained and stabbed in the breast | F |
| Thy throat with a foul clutch prest | F |
| Yet around thee how coarse how mean | R |
| Are these rich shopwives who stare | E |
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| Art thou moaning O our Mother through the swoon | S |
| Of thine agony of desolation | T |
| Do my sons still love me or can they stand | U |
| Gazing afar from a foreign land | U |
| Loving more peace and gold the boon | S |
| Of a people strange of a sordid nation ' | - |
| O our Mother moan not thus | C |
| We love you as you love us | C |
| And our hearts are wild with thy sorrow | E |
| If we cannot save thee we are blest | F |
| Who can die on thy sacred bleeding breast | F |
| So we left Smith Land on the morrow | E |
| And we hasten across the West | F |
James Thomson
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