The Ride Of Collin Graves Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEE FFGGHIII JJKKIIII KKLLMM IIII NNOO PDIIQQRRS TTII UUIIIIKV KFFWWXX SSYY BBZZA2A2AN INCIDENT OF THE FLOOD IN MASSACHUSETTS ON MAY | A |
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NO song of a soldier riding down | B |
To the raging fight from Winchester town | B |
No song of a time that shook the earth | C |
With the nations' throe at a nation's birth | C |
But the song of a brave man free from fear | D |
As Sheridan's self or Paul Revere | D |
Who risked what they risked free from strife | E |
And its promise of glorious pay his life | E |
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The peaceful valley has waked and stirred | F |
And the answering echoes of life are heard | F |
The dew still clings to the trees and grass | G |
And the early toilers smiling pass | G |
As they glance aside at the white walled homes | H |
Or up the valley where merrily comes | I |
The brook that sparkles in diamond rills | I |
As the sun comes over the Hampshire hills | I |
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What was it that passed like an ominous breath | J |
Like a shiver of fear or a touch of death | J |
What was it The valley is peaceful still | K |
And the leaves are afire on top of the hill | K |
It was not a sound nor a thing of sense | I |
But a pain like the pang of the short suspense | I |
That thrills the being of those who see | I |
At their feet the gulf of Eternity | I |
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The air of the valley has felt the chill | K |
The workers pause at the door of the mill | K |
The housewife keen to the shivering air | L |
Arrests her foot on the cottage stair | L |
Instinctive taught by the mother love | M |
And thinks of the sleeping ones above | M |
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Why start the listeners Why does the course | I |
Of the mill stream widen Is it a horse | I |
Hark to the sound of his hoofs they say | I |
That gallops so wildly Williamsburg way | I |
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God what was that like a human shriek | N |
From the winding valley Will nobody speak | N |
Will nobody answer those women who cry | O |
As the awful warnings thunder by | O |
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Whence come they Listen And now they hear | P |
The sound of the galloping horsehoofs near | D |
They watch the trend of the vale and see | I |
The rider who thunders so menacingly | I |
With waving arms and warning scream | Q |
To the home filled banks of the valley stream | Q |
He draws no rein but he shakes the street | R |
With a shout and the ring of the galloping feet | R |
And this the cry he flings to the wind | S |
'To the hills for your lives The flood is behind ' | - |
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He cries and is gone but they know the worst | T |
The breast of the Williamsburg dam has burst | T |
The basin that nourished their happy homes | I |
Is changed to a demon It comes it comes | I |
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A monster in aspect with shaggy front | U |
Of shattered dwellings to take the brunt | U |
Of the homes they shatter white maned and hoarse | I |
The merciless Terror fills the course | I |
Of the narrow valley and rushing raves | I |
With death on the first of its hissing waves | I |
Till cottage and street and crowded mill | K |
Are crumbled and crushed | V |
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But onward still | K |
In front of the roaring flood is heard | F |
The galloping horse and the warning word | F |
Thank God the brave man's life is spared | W |
From Williamsburg town he nobly dared | W |
To race with the flood and take the road | X |
In front of the terrible swath it mowed | X |
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For miles it thundered and crashed behind | S |
But he looked ahead with a steadfast mind | S |
'They must be warned ' was all he said | Y |
As away on his terrible ride he sped | Y |
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When heroes are called for bring the crown | B |
To this Yankee rider send him down | B |
On the stream of time with the Curtius old | Z |
His deed as the Roman's was brave and bold | Z |
And the tale can as noble a thrill awake | A2 |
For he offered his life for the people's sake | A2 |
John Boyle O'reilly
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