The Campaign, A Poem, To His Grace The Duke Of Marlborough Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFF GGHHIJGGJJ KKLLFFMNOO PPJJQQJJOO MROOJJQQSS TRUUOOOOOO FFJJJJOOVV OOOOJJOOJJ JJWWNNJJOO OOGGTROOEE XXOOJJJJJJ YYJJOOJJJJ OOOONNJJQQ OOZZJJNNOO NNJJA2A2VVB2B2 C2D2QQE2E2RRJJ JJFMOOJJJJ MMOOWhile crowds of princes your deserts proclaim | A |
Proud in their number to enrol your name | A |
While emperors to you commit their cause | B |
And Anna's praises crown the vast applause | C |
Accept great leader what the Muse recites | D |
That in ambitious verse attempts your fights | D |
Fir'd and transported with a theme so new | E |
Ten thousand wonders opening to my view | E |
Shine forth at once sieges and storms appear | F |
And wars and conquests fill the' important year | F |
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Rivers of blood I see and hills of slain | G |
And Iliad rising out of one campaign | G |
The haughty Gaul beheld with towering pride | H |
His ancient bounds enlarg'd on every side | H |
Pyrene's lofty barriers were subdued | I |
And in the midst of his wide empire stood | J |
Ausonia's states the victor to restrain | G |
Opposed their Alps and Apennines in vain | G |
Nor found themselves with strength of rocks immur'd | J |
Behind their everlasting hills secur'd | J |
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The rising Danube its long race began | K |
And half its course through the new conquests ran | K |
Amaz'd and anxious for her soverign's fates | L |
Germania trembled through a hundred states | L |
Great Leopold himself was seiz'd with fear | F |
He gaz'd around but saw no succour near | F |
He gaz'd and half abandon'd to despair | M |
His hopes on heaven and confidence in pray | N |
To Britain's queen the nations turn their eyes | O |
On her resolves the western world relies | O |
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Confiding still amidst its dire alarms | P |
In Anna's conncils and in Churchill's arms | P |
Thrice happy Britain from the kingdoms rent | J |
To fit the guardian of the continent | J |
That sees her bravest son advanc'd so high | Q |
And flourishing so near her prince's eye | Q |
Thy favourites grow not up by fortune's sport | J |
Or from the crimes or follies of a court | J |
On the firm basis of desert they rise | O |
From long try'd faith and friendship's holy tyes | O |
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Their soverign's well distinguish'd smiles they share | M |
Her ornaments in peace her strength in war | R |
The nation thanks them with a public voice | O |
By showers of blessings heaven approves their choice | O |
Envy itself is dumb in wonder lost | J |
And factions strive who shall applaud them most | J |
Soon as soft vernal breezes warm the sky | Q |
Britannia's colours in the zephyrs fly | Q |
Her chief already has his march begun | S |
Crossing the provinces himself had won | S |
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Till the Moselle appearing from afar | T |
Retards the progress of the moving war | R |
Delightful stream had nature bid her fall | U |
In distant climes far from the perjur'd Gaul | U |
But now a purchase to the sword she lies | O |
Her harvests for uncertain owners rise | O |
Each vineyard doubtful of its master grows | O |
And to the victor's bowl each vintage flows | O |
The discontented shades of slaughter'd hosts | O |
That wander'd on her banks her heroes ghosts | O |
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Hop'd when they saw Britannia's arms appear | F |
The vengeance due to their great deaths was near | F |
Our godlike leader ere the stream he past | J |
The mighty scheme of all his labours cast | J |
Forming the wondrous year within his thought | J |
His bosom glow'd with battles yet unfought | J |
The long laborious march he first surveys | O |
And joins the distant Danube to the Maese | O |
Between whose floods such pathless forests grow | V |
Such mountains rise so many rivers flow | V |
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The toil looks lovely in the hero's eyes | O |
And danger serves but to enhance the prize | O |
Big with the fate of Europe he renews | O |
His dreadful course and the proud foe pursues | O |
Infected by the burning Scorpion's heat | J |
the sultry gales round his chas'd temples beat | J |
Till on the borders of the Maine he finds | O |
Defensive shadows and refreshing winds | O |
Our British youth with in born freedom bold | J |
Unnumber'd scenes of servitude behold | J |
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Nations of slaves with tyranny debas'd | J |
Their maker's image more than half defac'd | J |
Hourly instructed as they urge their toil | W |
To prize their queen and love their native soil | W |
Still to the rising sun they take their way | N |
Through clouds of dust and gain upon the day | N |
When now the Neckar on its friendly coast | J |
With cooling streams revives the fainting host | J |
That chearfully his labours past forgets | O |
The mid night watches and the noon day heats | O |
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O'er prostrate towns and palaces they pass | O |
Now cover'd o'er with woods and hid in grass | O |
Breathing revenge whilst anger and disdain | G |
Fire every breast and boil in every vein | G |
Here shatter'd walls like broken rocks from far | T |
Rise up in hideous views the guilt of war | R |
Whilst here the vine o'er hills of ruin climbs | O |
Industrious to conceal great Bourbon's crimes | O |
At length the fame of England's hero drew | E |
Eugenio to the glorious interview | E |
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Great souls by instinct to each other turn | X |
Demand alliance and in friendship burn | X |
A sudden friendship while with stretch'd out rays | O |
They meet each other mingling blaze with blaze | O |
Polish'd in courts and harden'd in the field | J |
Renown'd for conquest and in council skill'd | J |
Their courage dwells not in a troubled flood | J |
Of mounting spirits and fermenting blood | J |
Lodg'd in the soul with virtue over rul'd | J |
Inflam'd by reason and by reason cool'd | J |
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In hours of peace content to be unknown | Y |
And only in the field of battle shown | Y |
To souls like these in mutual fiendship join'd | J |
Heaven dares intrust the cause of human kind | J |
Britannia's graceful sons appear in arms | O |
Her harrass'd troops the hero's presence warms | O |
Whilst the high hills and rivers all around | J |
With thundering peals of British shouts resound | J |
Doubling their speed they march with fresh delight | J |
Eager for glory and require the fight | J |
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So the stanch hound the trembling deer pursues | O |
And smells his footsteps in the tainted dews | O |
The tedious track unraveling by degrees | O |
But when the scent comes warm in every breeze | O |
Fir'd at the near approach he shoots away | N |
On his full stretch and bears upon his prey | N |
The march concludes the various realms are past | J |
Th' immortal Schellenberg appears at last | J |
Like hills th' aspiring ramparts rise on high | Q |
Like valley's at their feet the trenches lie | Q |
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Batteries on batteries guard each fatal pass | O |
Threatening destruction rows of hollow brass | O |
Tube behind tube the dreadful entrance keep | Z |
Whilst in thier wombs ten thousand thunders sleep | Z |
Great Churchill owns charm'd with the glorious sight | J |
His march o'er paid by such a promis'd fight | J |
The western sun now shot a feeble ray | N |
And faintly scatter'd the remains of day | N |
Ev'ning approach'd but oh what host of foes | O |
Were never to behold that evening close | O |
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Thickening their ranks and wedg'd in firm array | N |
The close compacted Britons win their way | N |
In vain the cannon their throng'd war defac'd | J |
With tracts of death and laid the battle waste | J |
Still pressing forward to the fight they broke | A2 |
Through flames of sulphur and a night of smoke | A2 |
Till slaughter'd legions fill'd the trench below | V |
And bore their fierce avengers to the foe | V |
High on the works the mingling hosts engage | B2 |
The battle kindled into tenfold rage | B2 |
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With showers of bullets and with storms of fire | C2 |
Burns in full fury heaps on heaps expire | D2 |
Nations with nations mix'd confus'dly die | Q |
And lsot in one promiscuous carnage lie | Q |
How many generous Britons meet their doom | E2 |
New to the field and heroes in the bloom | E2 |
Th' illustrious youghts that left their native shore | R |
To march where Britons never march'd before | R |
O fatal love of fame O glorious heat | J |
Only destructive to the brave and great | J |
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After such toils o'ercome such dangers past | J |
Stretch'd on Bavarian ramparts breathe their last | J |
But hold my Muse may no complaints appear | F |
Nor blot the day with an ungrateful tear | M |
While Marlborough lives Britannia's stars dispense | O |
A friendly light and shine in innocence | O |
Plunging through seas of blood his fiery steed | J |
Where e'er his friends retire or foes succeed | J |
Those he supports these drives to sudden flight | J |
And turns the various fortune of the fight | J |
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Forbear great man renown'd in arms forbear | M |
To Brave the thickest terrors of the war | M |
Nor hazard thus confus'd in crowds of foes | O |
Britannia's s | O |
Joseph Addison
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