The Armada Gun [1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBAAC DEEDDC FGHFFI JKKLLI MNNMMO PQQPPO RSSRRT GGUUT VQQVVW XYYXXW ZNNZZN A2B2JA2A2N C2D2D2C2C2 GE2E2GF2G2 TYYTTH2 I2HHI2I2H2 J2K2K2J2J2Q LAALLQ B2L2L2B2JM2 YSSYYN2 QHHQQH

An ancient cannon finely castA
Of bronze all smooth and green with ageB
A by gone actor on the stageB
Yet fit to take as in the pastA
A role in war and be the lastA
Dread argument of kingsC
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The daisies grew around and broughtD
The homage of young spring to praiseE
This stately relic of old daysE
When France with Spain for mastery foughtD
And Philip over England soughtD
To spread the Papal wingsC
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Initialed with King Francis' nameF
With Gallic lilies sculptured o'erG
Above the vent the metal boreH
A Salamander crowned in flameF
The massive breech could even claimF
A sheath of lotos bloomI
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This goodly weapon forged where SeineJ
By Fontainebleau and Paris flowsK
And many a painted Palace showsK
These emblems of the Valois' reignL
For centuries unseen has lainL
Within the sea's dark tombI
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How came it there A Spanish keelM
One of the Great Armada gayN
Was blasted in Our Lady's BayN
One of the Fleet the floods concealM
Though o'er the waves was wont to pealM
The thunder of their prideO
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But how came France's lilies thereP
Beneath the flag of red and goldQ
And o'er the ancient gun we toldQ
The story which the legends bearP
How in defeat it bore its shareP
And stemmed the Victory's tideO
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We thought the winds of hollow soundR
Spoke from its mouth in solemn toneS
Of great events its life had knownS
That thronged as with the nearly drownedR
To recollection ere it foundR
Beneath the sea a graveT
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'In flame I live I quench its glow '-
This motto at the foundry fireG
Was given me by his desireG
The king whose crest and lilies showU
How love and valour could bestowU
Their favour on the braveT
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My form was fashioned in each partV
By him who wrought in gems and goldQ
Whose glory trumpet tongued is toldQ
In fearful wars in peaceful ArtV
Cellini of the ardent heartV
And Benvenuto namedW
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The silver voiced and laughing crowdX
Of ladies praised his fair designY
And asked if on the German RhineY
Or English coasts of fog and cloudX
Would soon be heard my challenge loudX
For rights our country claimedW
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To conquer fair Milan I threwZ
My shot against the Swiss arrayN
On Marignano's dreadful dayN
On sledges hardy soldiers drewZ
My weight through snows where eagles knewZ
Alone the Alpine wayN
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And warring for the emperor's crownA2
I saw around me fall and dieB2
The noblest of our chivalryJ
When peerless Bayard's high renownA2
Quenched not his blood that streaming downA2
Fell on me where I layN
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Pavia felt my iron hailC2
When traitor Bourbon won the fightD2
Yet glad was I no foreign knightD2
Alone had made our siege to failC2
When wrote our king the dismal taleC2
'Save honour all is lost '-
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The impious victor hurled my fireG
Against the walls of holy RomeE2
But there the devil took him homeE2
For at the storm my artist sireG
Cellini felled him for the ireF2
Of God his path had crossedG2
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To nobler masters still a slaveT
I felt the fame of Doria mineY
Saw Venice o'er her channels shineY
Pursued the Moslem on the waveT
And shattered them when victory gaveT
Her palm to Malta's isleH2
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When Naples sent her ships to swellI2
The swarming armaments that boreH
'Gainst England from each southern shoreH
In fleets whose numbers none could tellI2
I saw how Drake upon us fellI2
How fortune ceased to smileH2
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For tempests gathered o'er our trackJ2
The little English hornets stungK2
My heavy shot against them flungK2
Passed o'er their barks so swift to tackJ2
And every ball they gave us backJ2
Upon our galleons toldQ
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Soon drifting o'er the Northern mainL
Grey shores unknown were quickly pastA
Our consorts on the rocks were castA
It was our fate alone to gainL
The peaceful haven where MaclaineL
Set fire unto our holdQ
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I sank a hundred years past byB2
And diving bells with searchers keenL2
For treasure in the wreck were seenL2
They took the gold but let me lieB2
To sleep another centuryJ
Then raised and brought me hereM2
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Valois is dead and Bourbon's LineY
No longer fills my country's throneS
But death dear France shall never ownS
Once more of late her joy was mineY
Once more for her my flames could shineY
My thunder echo clearN2
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For when the tide of battle rolledQ
Against the far Crimean shoreH
And France and Britain downward boreH
The Russian in his chosen holdQ
My last salute of victory toldQ
For France as oft of yoreH

John Campbell



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