The Curse Of Hungary Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBC DEED FGGF HIIH JKKJ GLLG MNNO KPPK QRRQ SPPS GTTG| Saloman looked from his donjon bars | A |
| Where the Danube clamors through sedge and sand | B |
| And he cursed with a curse his revolting land | B |
| With a king's deep curse of treason and wars | C |
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| He said May this false land know no truth | D |
| May the good hearts die and the bad ones flourish | E |
| And a greed of glory but live to nourish | E |
| Envy and hate in its restless youth | D |
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| In the barren soil may the ploughshare rust | F |
| While the sword grows bright with its fatal labor | G |
| And blackens between each man and neighbor | G |
| The perilous cloud of a vague distrust | F |
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| Be the noble idle the peasant in thrall | H |
| And each to the other as unknown things | I |
| That with links of hatred and pride the kings | I |
| May forge firm fetters through each for all | H |
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| May a king wrong them as they wronged their king | J |
| May he wring their hearts as they wrung mine | K |
| Till they pour their blood for his revels like wine | K |
| And to women and monks their birthright fling | J |
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| The mad king died but the rushing river | G |
| Still brawls by the spot where his donjon stands | L |
| And its swift waves sigh to the conscious sands | L |
| That the curse of King Saloman works forever | G |
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| For flowing by Pressbourg they heard the cheers | M |
| Ring out from the leal and cheated hearts | N |
| That were caught and chained by Theresa's arts | N |
| A man's cool head and a girl's hot tears | O |
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| And a star scarce risen they saw decline | K |
| Where Orsova's hills looked coldly down | P |
| As Kossuth buried the Iron Crown | P |
| And fled in the dark to the Turkish line | K |
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| And latest they saw in the summer glare | Q |
| The Magyar nobles in pomp arrayed | R |
| To shout as they saw with his unfleshed blade | R |
| A Hapsburg beating the harmless air | Q |
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| But ever the same sad play they saw | S |
| The same weak worship of sword and crown | P |
| The noble crushing the humble down | P |
| And moulding Wrong to a monstrous Law | S |
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| The donjon stands by the turbid river | G |
| But Time is crumbling its battered towers | T |
| And the slow light withers a despot's powers | T |
| And a mad king's curse is not forever | G |
John Hay
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