Advice To A Raven In Russia (1812) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHII JJKLIIMMNNOLPQRRSTII UUVVIIDDWWIIXXYYXXZZ A2A2IIXXB2AIIIIXXC2C 2AAIIXXD2D2| Black fool why winter here These frozen skies | A |
| Worn by your wings and deafen'd by your cries | A |
| Should warn you hence where milder suns invite | B |
| And day alternates with his mother night | B |
| You fear perhaps your food will fail you there | C |
| Your human carnage that delicious fare | C |
| That lured you hither following still your friend | D |
| The great Napoleon to the world's bleak end | D |
| You fear because the southern climes pour'd forth | E |
| Their clustering nations to infest the north | E |
| Barvarians Austrians those who Drink the Po | F |
| And those who skirt the Tuscan seas below | F |
| With all Germania Neustria Belgia Gaul | G |
| Doom'd here to wade thro slaughter to their fall | G |
| You fear he left behind no wars to feed | H |
| His feather'd canibals and nurse the breed | H |
| Fear not my screamer call your greedy train | I |
| Sweep over Europe hurry back to Spain | I |
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| You'll find his legions there the valliant crew | J |
| Please best their master when they toil for you | J |
| Abundant there they spread the country o'er | K |
| And taint the breeze with every nation's gore | L |
| Iberian Lussian British widely strown | I |
| But still more wide and copious flows their own | I |
| Go where you will Calabria Malta Greece | M |
| Egypt and Syria still his fame increase | M |
| Domingo's fatten'd isle and India's plains | N |
| Glow deep with purple drawn from Gallic veins | N |
| No Raven's wing can stretch the flight so far | O |
| As the torn bandrols of Napoleon's war | L |
| Choose then your climate fix your best abode | P |
| He'll make you deserts and he'll bring you blood | Q |
| How could you fear a dearth have not mankind | R |
| Tho slain by millions millions left behind | R |
| Has not CONSCRIPTION still the power to weild | S |
| Her annual faulchion o'er the human field | T |
| A faithful harvester or if a man | I |
| Escape that gleaner shall he scape the BAN | I |
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| The triple BAN that like the hound of hell | U |
| Gripes with three joles to hold his victim well | U |
| Fear nothing then hatch fast your ravenous brood | V |
| Teach them to cry to Bonaparte for food | V |
| They'll be like you of all his suppliant train | I |
| The only class that never cries in vain | I |
| For see what mutual benefits you lend | D |
| The surest way to fix the mutual friend | D |
| While on his slaughter'd troops your tribes are fed | W |
| You cleanse his camp and carry off his dead | W |
| Imperial Scavenger but now you know | I |
| Your work is vain amid these hills of snow | I |
| His tentless troops are marbled thro with frost | X |
| And change to crystal when the breath is lost | X |
| Mere trunks of ice tho limb'd like human frames | Y |
| And lately warm'd with life's endearing flames | Y |
| They cannot taint the air the world impest | X |
| Nor can you tear one fiber from their breast | X |
| No from their visual sockets as they lie | Z |
| With beak and claws you cannot pluck an eye | Z |
| The frozen orb preserving still its form | A2 |
| Defies your talons as it braves the storm | A2 |
| But stands and stares to God as if to know | I |
| In what curst hands he leaves his world below | I |
| Fly then or starve tho all the dreadful road | X |
| From Minsk to Moskow with their bodies strow'd | X |
| May count some Myriads yet they can't suffice | B2 |
| To feed you more beneath these dreary skies | A |
| Go back and winter in the wilds of Spain | I |
| Feast there awhile and in the next campaign | I |
| Rejoin your master for you'll find him then | I |
| With his new million of the race of men | I |
| Clothed in his thunders all his flags unfurl'd | X |
| Raging and storming o'er the prostrate world | X |
| War after war his hungry soul requires | C2 |
| State after State shall sink beneath his fires | C2 |
| Yet other Spains in victim smoke shall rise | A |
| And other Moskows suffocate the skies | A |
| Each land lie reeking with its people's slain | I |
| And not a stream run bloodless to the main | I |
| Till men resume their souls and dare to shed | X |
| Earth's total vengeance on the monster's head | X |
| Hurl from his blood built throne this king of woes | D2 |
| Dash him to dust and let the world repose | D2 |
Joel Barlow
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