Pan Beniowski - Final Part Of Canto Five Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Surging like a vast current of salmon or sheatfish	A
Coiling up and down like an iron serpent	B
That rears now its torso now its head	C
The armed horsemen breast the prairie grass	D
But hold my song's device breaks down	E
My Muse begs a rest having drained her cup	F
Empty of sweet nectar and so farewell	G
To you on that steppeland rise	H
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My pair of golden sun drenched statues	I
My iron ranks wallowing in the grass and herbage	J
One needs here the yearning of a Malczewski	K
The kind found in men who are half angels	L
One ought to sing here meanwhile I weave fables	L
Whenever I stir up the ashes of my homeland	M
And then raise my hand once more to the harp	N
Specters from the grave rise before me specters	L
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So lovely So transparent Fresh Alive Young	O
That I am incapable of shedding real tears over them	P
And yet I lead them in a dance about the valleys	L
They take from my heart whatever they like	Q
A sonnet a tragedy a legend or sublime ode	R
It is all that I have all that I cherish and believe in	S
Believe in You ask me my dear reader	T
What I believe in If I told it would raise a furor	U
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In the first place this rhyme which scoffs and reviles	L
Has a political credo these are Dantesque regions	L
You have entered I believe with a pagan's heart	V
In Shakespeare's rhymes in Dante and in Homer	T
I believe in the commonwealth of an only son	W
In our case it was that surly fellow Mochnacki	Q
Though he never stopped spinning his mighty dreams	L
He allowed the Dictator to stretch him upon a cross	L
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I believe that he came into being in human form	X
And went to the Great Judgment that lights up	F
Our land on the way he dropped in on the Aristocracy	L
And bided in that flameless Hell for three days	L
Then in a little book he passed judgment on his brothers	L
Those who are upright and those who feel no shame	Y
In him I believe and in his two unfinished books	L
I believe in all the saints of our migr circles	L
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And in their spiritual communion with our nation	W
In the forgiveness of sins committed by our leaders	L
And the resurrection of our elected Sejm under Herod	Z
Which being a very amusing body will constitute	A2
The best proof of the resurrection of the body	L
The supreme instance of bodily resuscitation	W
And finally secure as to the future I should add	B2
That I believe in the life everlasting of that Sejm	Y
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Amen This amen chokes me catches in my throat	C2
Like the amen Macbeth uttered Still I believe	D2
That like cranes chained to the wing the nations are making	Q
Progress that knights rise out of the bones	L
That the tyrant cannot sleep when he bloodies the bed	C
Or robs the eagles of the youngest brood	E2
That fire and serpents and fear are his bedfellows	L
All this I believe yes and in God as well	G
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O God Who has not felt You in the blue fields	L
Of Ukraine where the level plains arouse	L
Such sadness in the soul that ranges over them	P
When accompanied by a windy hymn	F2
The dust which Tartar hordes drenched in blood	Z
Takes wing shrouds the golden sun in ashes	L
Blurs reddens it then suspends it in the sky	Q
Like a black buckler with blood shot eyes	L
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Who has not seen You Almighty God	G2
On that great steppe under a lifeless sun	W
When the mounds on which all crosses stand	M
Bring blood to mind or crooked flames	L
When far off thunders a sea of bent grass	L
Burial mounds cry out with a terrible voice	L
The locust unfurls its black rainbows and the garland	H2
Of graves melts away into the distance	L
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Who has not felt You in the terrors of nature	T
In the great steppe or on Golgotha's hill	I2
Or among columns surmounted not by a roof	J2
But by a moon and an untold number of stars	L
And who in the zest and ardor of youthful feeling	Q
Has not felt that You exist or plucking daisies	L
Has not found You in those daisies and forget me nots	L
Yet still he seeks You in prayer and good deeds	L
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No doubt he will find You no doubt he will	I2
I wish small hearted men a humble faith	K2
And a peaceful death Jehovah's flashing face	L
Is of vast measure When I count up the layers	L
Of exposed earth and see the bone piles	L
Lying there like the standards of lost armies	L
At the foot of mountain ridges skeletal remains	L
That also bear witness to God's being	Q
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I see that He is not only the God of worms	L
And things that creep and crawl upon the dust	L2
He loves the booming flight of gigantic birds	L
Puts no curb on stampeding horses	L
He is the flaming plume of proud helms Often	W
A great deed will sway Him where a tear drop	M2
Shed on the church doorstep will not before Him	F2
I fall down prostrate for He is God	G2
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Where then is humility's forerunner the man	N2
Who contended with me like a god I seek him still	I2
I'll cleave his head with a lightning bolt just as yesterday	O2
I dealt him a blow on the breast Have you seen him	F2
His lips are seasoned with wormwood The people	P2
Who believed in him make a show of joy	J
Yet droop their heads for they know it was my nod	G2
That brought the Prophet Bard back to life	Q2
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Bit by bit I tore my heart to shreds	L
Forged the pieces into firebolts and hurled them	P
At his face each piece boomed like a crag	Q
As if high in the sky I had shattered a god into bits	L
And now the pieces were raining down I smashed him	F2
But what have I gained in the eyes of the people today	O2
The battle and victory took place high in the heavens	L
People see nothing in me but courage	J
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Indeed My nation If you had but seen	R2
How lonely and sorrow laden I was	L
Knowing that if my firebolt failed to pierce him	F2
The Lithuanians would seize me in their collective claws	L
But then recalling my nest in the eastern marches	L
I beckoned to Kremenets Mountain that it rise up	F
And put that rabble to flight that it stand with me	L
Or take up an inferior position beneath me	L
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For my sad heart breaks into pieces at the thought	S2
That there are no noble hearted souls taking my part	V
That to no purpose do I cast impassioned words	L
Filled with tears blood and brilliant flashes	L
On hearts that remain repellent to me I	Q
Who also have a land that is rich in flowering meads	L
A native land flowing with blood and milk	Q
And it ought likewise to love me	L
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If you you are without hearts then my heart	V
Shall feel for you shall forgive without measure	T
River Ikwa Inundate this carpet of green meadows	L
You too have renown for it is as if your lapping waves	L
Were weighing matters of colossal moment with the Niemen	R2
It was you who forced old Niemen to confess	L
My greatness that we are flowing forward to glory	L
But he said Let him go where we go	Q
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But oh my Prophet Bard Where are you going	Q
What harbor beacon lights your way and where	T2
Either you founder in the depths of Slavonic atavism	U2
Or with your lightning mind you sweep up	F
The refuse and drive it at the Pontiff's triple crown	R2
I know your harbors and coastlands I shall not go	Q
With you or go your false way I shall take	Q
Another road and the nation will go with me	L
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If it should chose to love I shall give it a swan's voice	L
That it might sing out its love If it should chose to curse	L
It will curse through me should it chose to burn	R2
I shall furnish the heat I shall lead it wherever God	G2
Would take it to infinity in every direction	R2
My name will serve as a vessel for its blood and tears	L
My standard shall never play it false by day	O2
It will shine like the sun by night like a fiery cloud	V2
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Ah So you show up at last my knight	W2
Now I shall have at you with my sword	X2
First I shall show you the sun reflected in my shield	Y2
Then before the sun I shall unbosom you of fear	Z2
I shall reveal the falsehood in your latest orison	R2
And with that falsehood shown deal your death blow	Q
I gaze on your face green in the night like the moon	R2
So have you renounced the power of the sun	R2
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I told you that you were like a Lithuanian deity rising	Q
Out of a holy place embosomed by dark pines	L
Clutche	A