Eighteen Sixty-two Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBD EFGF HIBI JKLK A MNON PNQN RCSC TPUP A BVWV XPBY Z A2ZB2Z EC2XC2 C2KD2K E2F2ZF2 G2LH2L K NFOF EEEE I2J2NJ2 ZPK2PI | A |
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There's a tear in your eye little Sybil | B |
Gathering large and slow | C |
Oh Sybil sweet little Sybil | B |
What are you thinking of now | D |
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Push back the velvet curtains | E |
That darken the lonely room | F |
For shadows peer out of the crimson depths | G |
And the statues gleam white in the gloom | F |
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How the cannons' thunder rolls along | H |
And shakes the lattice and wall | I |
Oh Sybil sweet little Sybil | B |
What if your father should fall | I |
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The smoky clouds sweep up from the field | J |
And darken the earth and sea | K |
God save him God save him | L |
Wherever he may be | K |
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II | A |
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Oh pretty dark eyed bird of the South | M |
With your face so mournful and white | N |
There is many a little Northern girl | O |
That is breathing that prayer to night | N |
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There's a little girl on the hills of Maine | P |
Looking out through the fading light | N |
She looks down the winding path and says | Q |
He will surely come to night | N |
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The table is set the lamp is trimmed | R |
The fire has a ruddy glow | C |
That streams like a beacon down the path | S |
To the dusky valley below | C |
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There is smiling hope on the pretty face | T |
Pressed so close to the pane | P |
And her eyes are like blue violets | U |
After a summer rain | P |
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III | A |
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How you tremble little Sybil | B |
At the cannons' dreadful sound | V |
Did you see far away the fallen steed | W |
And its rider prone on the ground | V |
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The dark brown locks so low in the dust | X |
The scarf with a crimson stain | P |
Oh Sybil poor little Sybil | B |
He will not come back again | Y |
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IV | Z |
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Right gallantly and well he fought | A2 |
Hand to hand with as brave a foe | Z |
Their faces hid by the nodding plumes | B2 |
And the dense clouds hanging low | Z |
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Did they think these hot blooded captains | E |
That Death was so close by their side | C2 |
When Howard has fallen the bravest | X |
Rung out on the air far and wide | C2 |
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Howard His foeman kneels by his side | C2 |
And raises his head to his knee | K |
Oh God that brothers should part in youth | D2 |
And thus should their meeting be | K |
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Unheard is the deafening battle roar | E2 |
Unseen is that dying look | F2 |
He hears but the sound of a childish laugh | Z |
And the song of a Northern brook | F2 |
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He sees two white forms kneeling | G2 |
In the twilight sweet and dim | L |
One low couch angel guarded | H2 |
By a mother's evening hymn | L |
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V | K |
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The Angel of Death came down with the night | N |
Came down with the gathering gloom | F |
God pity the little dark eyed girl | O |
Alone in the lonely room | F |
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But still by his side his brother kneels | E |
Chill horror has frozen his veins | E |
He heeds not the glancing shower of shells | E |
That with red fire glitters and rains | E |
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And he heeds not the fiery cavalry charge | I2 |
That sweeps like a billow on | J2 |
To death oh the bravest and saddest sight | N |
That man ever gazed upon | J2 |
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The last shot What is one life | Z |
To the battle's gory gain | P |
But alas for the little blue eyed maid | K2 |
Away on the hills of Maine | P |
Marietta Holley
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