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The Mask Of Anarchy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
As I lay asleep in Italy	B
There came a voice from over the Sea	B
And with great power it forth led me	B
To walk in the visions of Poesy	B
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II	A
I met Murder on the way	C
He had a mask like Castlereagh	D
Very smooth he looked yet grim	E
Seven blood hounds followed him	E
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III	A
All were fat and well they might	F
Be in admirable plight	F
For one by one and two by two	G
He tossed them human hearts to chew	G
Which from his wide cloak he drew	G
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IV	D
Next came Fraud and he had on	H
Like Eldon an ermined gown	I
His big tears for he wept well	J
Turned to mill stones as they fell	J
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V	D
And the little children who	G
Round his feet played to and fro	K
Thinking every tear a gem	L
Had their brains knocked out by them	L
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VI	D
Clothed with the Bible as with light	F
And the shadows of the night	F
Like Sidmouth next Hypocrisy	D
On a crocodile rode by	D
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VII	D
And many more Destructions played	M
In this ghastly masquerade	M
All disguised even to the eyes	B
Like Bishops lawyers peers or spies	B
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VIII	D
Last came Anarchy he rode	N
On a white horse splashed with blood	O
He was pale even to the lips	B
Like Death in the Apocalypse	B
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IX	B
And he wore a kingly crown	I
And in his grasp a sceptre shone	P
On his brow this mark I saw	B
'I am God and King and Law '	-
	-
X	B
With a pace stately and fast	Q
Over English land he passed	Q
Trampling to a mire of blood	O
The adoring multitude	R
	-
XI	B
And a mighty troop around	S
With their trampling shook the ground	S
Waving each a bloody sword	T
For the service of their Lord	T
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XII	B
And with glorious triumph they	C
Rode through England proud and gay	C
Drunk as with intoxication	U
Of the wine of desolation	U
	-
XIII	B
O'er fields and towns from sea to sea	B
Passed the Pageant swift and free	B
Tearing up and trampling down	I
Till they came to London town	I
	-
XIV	D
And each dweller panic stricken	U
Felt his heart with terror sicken	U
Hearing the tempestuous cry	D
Of the triumph of Anarchy	B
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XV	D
For with pomp to meet him came	V
Clothed in arms like blood and flame	V
The hired murderers who did sing	W
'Thou art God and Law and King	W
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XVI	D
'We have waited weak and lone	P
For thy coming Mighty One	U
Our purses are empty our swords are cold	X
Give us glory and blood and gold '	-
	-
XVII	D
Lawyers and priests a motley crowd	Y
To the earth their pale brows bowed	Y
Like a bad prayer not over loud	Y
Whispering 'Thou art Law and God '	-
	-
XVIII	D
Then all cried with one accord	T
'Thou art King and God and Lord	T
Anarchy to thee we bow	Z
Be thy name made holy now '	-
	-
XIX	B
And Anarchy the Skeleton	U
Bowed and grinned to every one	U
As well as if his education	U
Had cost ten millions to the nation	U
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XX	B
For he knew the Palaces	B
Of our Kings were rightly his	B
His the sceptre crown and globe	A2
And the gold inwoven robe	A2
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XXI	B
So he sent his slaves before	B2
To seize upon the Bank and Tower	C2
And was proceeding with intent	D2
To meet his pensioned Parliament	E2
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XXII	B
When one fled past a maniac maid	M
And her name was Hope she said	F2
But she looked more like Despair	G2
And she cried out in the air	G2
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XXIII	B
'My father Time is weak and gray	C
With waiting for a better day	C
See how idiot like he stands	B
Fumbling with his palsied hands	B
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XXIV	D
'He has had child after child	H2
And the dust of death is piled	H2
Over every one but me	B
Misery oh Misery '	-
	-
XXV	D
Then she lay down in the street	I2
Right before the horses' feet	I2
Expecting with a patient eye	D
Murder Fraud and Anarchy	B
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XXVI	D
When between her and her foes	B
A mist a light an image rose	B
Small at first and weak and frail	J2
Like the vapour of a vale	J2
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XXVII	D
Till as clouds grow on the blast	Q
Like tower crowned giants striding fast	Q
And glare with lightnings as they fly	D
And speak in thunder to the sky	D
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XXVIII	D
It grew a Shape arrayed in mail	J2
Brighter than the viper's scale	J2
And upborne on wings whose grain	K2
Was as the light of sunny rain	K2
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XXIX	B
On its helm seen far away	C
A planet like the Morning's lay	C
And those plumes its light rained through	G
Like a shower of crimson dew	G
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XXX	B
With step as soft as wind it passed	Q
O'er the heads of men so fast	Q
That they knew the presence there	G2
And looked but all was empty air	G2
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XXXI	B
As flowers beneath May's footstep waken	U
As stars from Night's loose hair are shaken	U
As waves arise when loud winds call	L2
Thoughts sprung where'er that step did fall	L2
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XXXII	B
And the prostrate multitude	R
Looked and ankle deep in blood	O
Hope that maiden most serene	M2
Was walking with a quiet mien	M2
	-
XXXIII	B
And Anarchy the ghastly birth	N2
Lay dead earth upon the earth	N2
The Horse of Death tameless as wind	O2
Fled and with his hoofs did grind	O2
To dust the murderers thronged behind	O2
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XXXIV	D
A rushing light of clouds and splendour	G2
A sense awakening and yet tender	G2
Was heard and felt and at its close	B
These words of joy and fear arose	B
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XXXV	D
As if their own indignant Earth	N2
Which gave the sons of England birth	N2
Had felt their blood upon her brow	G2
And shuddering with a mother's throe	G2
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XXXVI	D
Had turn d every drop of blood	O
By which her face had been bedewed	O
To an accent unwithstood	O
As if her heart had cried aloud	O
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XXXVII	D
'Men of England heirs of Glory	G2
Heroes of unwritten story	G2
Nurslings of one mighty Mother	G2
Hopes of her and one another	G2
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XXXVIII	D
'Rise like Lions after slumber	G2
In unvanquishable number	G2
Shake your chains to earth like dew	O
Which in sleep had fallen on you	O
Ye are many they are few	O
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XXXIX	B
'What is Freedom ye can tell	J
That which slavery is too well	J
For its very name has grown	P
To an echo of your own	P
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XL	J
''Tis to work and have such pay	C
As just keeps life from day to day	C
In your limbs as in a cell	J
For the tyrants' use to dwell	J
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XLI	J
'So that ye for them are made	O
Loom and plough and sword and spade	O
With or without your own will bent	O
To their defence and nourishment	O
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XLII	J
''Tis to see your children weak	P2
With their mothers pine and peak	P2
When the winter winds are bleak	P2
They are dying whilst I speak	P2
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XLIII	J
''Tis to hunger for such diet	O
As the rich man in his riot	O
Casts to the fat dogs that lie	J
Surfeiting beneath his eye	J
	-
XLIV	O
''Tis to let the Ghost of Gold	O
Take from Toil a thousandfold	O
More than e'er its substance could	O
In the tyrannies of old	O
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XLV	O
'Paper coin that forgery	G2
Of the title deeds which ye	G2
Hold to something of the worth	N2
Of the inheritance of Earth	N2
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XLVI	O
''Tis to be a slave in soul	J
And to hold no strong control	J
Over your own wills but be	G2
All that others make of ye	G2
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XLVII	O
'And at length when ye complain	K2
With a murmur weak and vain	K2
'Tis to see the Tyrant's crew	O
Ride over your wives and you	O
Blood is on the grass like dew	O
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XLVIII	O
'Then it is to feel revenge	Q2
Fiercely thirsting to exchange	R2
Blood for blood and wrong for wrong	S2
Do not thus when ye are strong	S2
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XLIX	B
'Birds find rest in narrow nest	O
When weary of their wing d quest	O
Beasts find fare in woody lair	G2
When storm and snow are in the air	G2
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L	J
'Asses swine have litter spread	O
And with fitting food are fed	O
All things have a home but one	U
Thou Oh Englishman hast none	U
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LI	G2
'This is Slavery savage men	T2
Or wild beasts within a den	T2
Would endure not as ye do	O
But such ills they never knew	O
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LII	G2
'What art thou Freedom O could slaves	B
Answer from their living graves	B
This demand tyrants would flee	G2
Like a dream's dim imagery	G2
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LIII	G2
'Thou art not as impostors say	B
A shadow soon to pass away	B
A superstition and a name	V
Echoing from the cave of Fame	V
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LIV	O
'For the labourer thou art bread	O
And a comely table spread	O
From his daily labour come	U2
In a neat and happy home	V2
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LV	O
'Thou art clothes and fire and food	O
For the trampled multitude	O
No in countries that are free	G2
Such starvation cannot be	G2
As in England now we see	G2
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LVI	O
'To the rich thou art a check	W2
When his foot is on the neck	W2
Of his victim thou dost make	X2
That he treads upon a snake	X2