Lexington Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCDEEF AGAGHHIJJI AKAKLLMNNM AOAPQQERRE ACACSSPJJP ARARTTBUUB

Slowly the mist o er the meadow was creepingA
Bright on the dewy buds glistened the sunB
When from his couch while his children were sleepingA
Rose the bold rebel and shouldered his gunB
Waving her golden veilC
Over the silent daleC
Blithe looked the morning on cottage and spireD
Hushed was his parting sighE
While from his noble eyeE
Flashed the last sparkle of liberty s fireF
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On the smooth green where the fresh leaf is springingA
Calmly the first born of glory have metG
Hark the death volley around them is ringingA
Look with their life blood the young grass is wetG
Faint is the feeble breathH
Murmuring low in deathH
Tell to our sons how their fathers have diedI
Nerveless the iron handJ
Raised for its native landJ
Lies by the weapon that gleams at its sideI
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Over the hillsides the wild knell is tollingA
From their far hamlets the yeomanry comeK
As through the storm clouds the thunder burst rollingA
Circles the beat of the mustering drumK
Fast on the soldier s pathL
Darken the waves of wrathL
Long have they gathered and loud shall they fallM
Red glares the musket s flashN
Sharp rings the rifle s crashN
Blazing and clanging from thicket and wallM
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Gayly the plume of the horseman was dancingA
Never to shadow his cold brow againO
Proudly at morning the war steed was prancingA
Reeking and panting he droops on the reinP
Pale is the lip of scornQ
Voiceless the trumpet hornQ
Torn is the silken fringed red cross on highE
Many a belted breastR
Low on the turf shall restR
Ere the dark hunters the herd have passed byE
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Snow girdled crags where the hoarse wind is ravingA
Rocks where the weary floods murmur and wailC
Wilds where the fern by the furrow is wavingA
Reeled with the echoes that rode on the galeC
Far as the tempest thrillsS
Over the darkened hillsS
Far as the sunshine streams over the plainP
Roused by the tyrant bandJ
Woke all the mighty landJ
Girded for battle from mountain to mainP
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Green be the graves where her martyrs are lyingA
Shroudless and tombless they sunk to their restR
While o er their ashes the starry fold flyingA
Wraps the proud eagle they roused from his nestR
Borne on her Northern pineT
Long o er the foaming brineT
Spread her broad banner to storm and to sunB
Heaven keep her ever freeU
Wide as o er land and seaU
Floats the fair emblem her heroes have wonB

Oliver Wendell Holmes



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