The Cities Of The Plain Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABC DEFF GGHH IIJJ KKLL MMNN FFOO PPQQ RRSS| 'Get ye up from the wrath of God's terrible day | A |
| Ungirded unsandalled arise and away | A |
| 'T is the vintage of blood 't is the fulness of time | B |
| And vengeance shall gather the harvest of crime ' | C |
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| The warning was spoken the righteous had gone | D |
| And the proud ones of Sodom were feasting alone | E |
| All gay was the banquet the revel was long | F |
| With the pouring of wine and the breathing of song | F |
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| 'T was an evening of beauty the air was perfume | G |
| The earth was all greenness the trees were all bloom | G |
| And softly the delicate viol was heard | H |
| Like the murmur of love or the notes of a bird | H |
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| And beautiful maidens moved down in the dance | I |
| With the magic of motion and sunshine of glance | I |
| And white arms wreathed lightly and tresses fell free | J |
| As the plumage of birds in some tropical tree | J |
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| Where the shrines of foul idols were lighted on high | K |
| And wantonness tempted the lust of the eye | K |
| Midst rites of obsceneness strange loathsome abhorred | L |
| The blasphemer scoffed at the name of the Lord | L |
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| Hark the growl of the thunder the quaking of earth | M |
| Woe woe to the worship and woe to the mirth | M |
| The black sky has opened there's flame in the air | N |
| The red arm of vengeance is lifted and bare | N |
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| Then the shriek of the dying rose wild where the song | F |
| And the low tone of love had been whispered along | F |
| For the fierce flames went lightly o'er palace and bower | O |
| Like the red tongues of demons to blast and devour | O |
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| Down down on the fallen the red ruin rained | P |
| And the reveller sank with his wine cup undrained | P |
| The foot of the dancer the music's loved thrill | Q |
| And the shout and the laughter grew suddenly still | Q |
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| The last throb of anguish was fearfully given | R |
| The last eye glared forth in its madness on Heaven | R |
| The last groan of horror rose wildly and vain | S |
| And death brooded over the pride of the Plain | S |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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