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 QHHQQHAn ancient cannon finely cast | A |
Of bronze all smooth and green with age | B |
A by gone actor on the stage | B |
Yet fit to take as in the past | A |
A role in war and be the last | A |
Dread argument of kings | C |
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The daisies grew around and brought | D |
The homage of young spring to praise | E |
This stately relic of old days | E |
When France with Spain for mastery fought | D |
And Philip over England sought | D |
To spread the Papal wings | C |
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Initialed with King Francis' name | F |
With Gallic lilies sculptured o'er | G |
Above the vent the metal bore | H |
A Salamander crowned in flame | F |
The massive breech could even claim | F |
A sheath of lotos bloom | I |
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This goodly weapon forged where Seine | J |
By Fontainebleau and Paris flows | K |
And many a painted Palace shows | K |
These emblems of the Valois' reign | L |
For centuries unseen has lain | L |
Within the sea's dark tomb | I |
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How came it there A Spanish keel | M |
One of the Great Armada gay | N |
Was blasted in Our Lady's Bay | N |
One of the Fleet the floods conceal | M |
Though o'er the waves was wont to peal | M |
The thunder of their pride | O |
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But how came France's lilies there | P |
Beneath the flag of red and gold | Q |
And o'er the ancient gun we told | Q |
The story which the legends bear | P |
How in defeat it bore its share | P |
And stemmed the Victory's tide | O |
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We thought the winds of hollow sound | R |
Spoke from its mouth in solemn tone | S |
Of great events its life had known | S |
That thronged as with the nearly drowned | R |
To recollection ere it found | R |
Beneath the sea a grave | T |
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'In flame I live I quench its glow ' | - |
This motto at the foundry fire | G |
Was given me by his desire | G |
The king whose crest and lilies show | U |
How love and valour could bestow | U |
Their favour on the brave | T |
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My form was fashioned in each part | V |
By him who wrought in gems and gold | Q |
Whose glory trumpet tongued is told | Q |
In fearful wars in peaceful Art | V |
Cellini of the ardent heart | V |
And Benvenuto named | W |
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The silver voiced and laughing crowd | X |
Of ladies praised his fair design | Y |
And asked if on the German Rhine | Y |
Or English coasts of fog and cloud | X |
Would soon be heard my challenge loud | X |
For rights our country claimed | W |
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To conquer fair Milan I threw | Z |
My shot against the Swiss array | N |
On Marignano's dreadful day | N |
On sledges hardy soldiers drew | Z |
My weight through snows where eagles knew | Z |
Alone the Alpine way | N |
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And warring for the emperor's crown | A2 |
I saw around me fall and die | B2 |
The noblest of our chivalry | J |
When peerless Bayard's high renown | A2 |
Quenched not his blood that streaming down | A2 |
Fell on me where I lay | N |
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Pavia felt my iron hail | C2 |
When traitor Bourbon won the fight | D2 |
Yet glad was I no foreign knight | D2 |
Alone had made our siege to fail | C2 |
When wrote our king the dismal tale | C2 |
'Save honour all is lost ' | - |
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The impious victor hurled my fire | G |
Against the walls of holy Rome | E2 |
But there the devil took him home | E2 |
For at the storm my artist sire | G |
Cellini felled him for the ire | F2 |
Of God his path had crossed | G2 |
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To nobler masters still a slave | T |
I felt the fame of Doria mine | Y |
Saw Venice o'er her channels shine | Y |
Pursued the Moslem on the wave | T |
And shattered them when victory gave | T |
Her palm to Malta's isle | H2 |
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When Naples sent her ships to swell | I2 |
The swarming armaments that bore | H |
'Gainst England from each southern shore | H |
In fleets whose numbers none could tell | I2 |
I saw how Drake upon us fell | I2 |
How fortune ceased to smile | H2 |
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For tempests gathered o'er our track | J2 |
The little English hornets stung | K2 |
My heavy shot against them flung | K2 |
Passed o'er their barks so swift to tack | J2 |
And every ball they gave us back | J2 |
Upon our galleons told | Q |
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Soon drifting o'er the Northern main | L |
Grey shores unknown were quickly past | A |
Our consorts on the rocks were cast | A |
It was our fate alone to gain | L |
The peaceful haven where Maclaine | L |
Set fire unto our hold | Q |
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I sank a hundred years past by | B2 |
And diving bells with searchers keen | L2 |
For treasure in the wreck were seen | L2 |
They took the gold but let me lie | B2 |
To sleep another century | J |
Then raised and brought me here | M2 |
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Valois is dead and Bourbon's Line | Y |
No longer fills my country's throne | S |
But death dear France shall never own | S |
Once more of late her joy was mine | Y |
Once more for her my flames could shine | Y |
My thunder echo clear | N2 |
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For when the tide of battle rolled | Q |
Against the far Crimean shore | H |
And France and Britain downward bore | H |
The Russian in his chosen hold | Q |
My last salute of victory told | Q |
For France as oft of yore | H |
John Campbell
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