The French Mariner. - A Ballad Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFGF HIHI JKJK LMLM NONP QRSR TUTU VWVW RXRX YZYZ A2BA2B B2C2B2C2| An Old French Mariner am I | A |
| Whom Time hath render'd poor and gray | B |
| Hear conquering Britons ere I die | A |
| What anguish prompts me thus to say | B |
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| I've rode o'er many a dreadful wave | C |
| I've seen the reeking blood descend | D |
| I've heard the last groans of the brave | C |
| The shipmate dear the steady Friend | D |
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| 'Twas when De Grasse the battle join'd | E |
| And struck on April's fatal morn | F |
| I left three smiling boys behind | G |
| And saw my Country's Lily torn | F |
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| There as I brav'd the storms of Fate | H |
| Dead in my arms my Brother fell | I |
| Here sits forlorn his widow'd Mate | H |
| Who weeps whene'er the tale I tell | I |
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| Thy reign sweet Peace was o'er too soon | J |
| War piecemeal robs me of my joy | K |
| For on the bloodstain'd first of June | J |
| Death took my eldest favorite Boy | K |
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| The other two enrag'd arose | L |
| 'Our Country claims our lives ' they said | M |
| With them I lost my Soul's repose | L |
| That fatal hour my last hope fled | M |
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| With BRUYES the proud NILE they sought | N |
| Where one in ling'ring wounds expir'd | O |
| While yet the other bravely fought | N |
| The Orient's magazine was fir'd | P |
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| And must I mourn my Country's shame | Q |
| And envious curse the conquering Foe | R |
| No more I feel that thirst of Fame All | S |
| I can feel is private woe | R |
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| E'en all the joy that Vict'ry brings | T |
| Her bellowing Guns and flaming pride | U |
| Cold momentary comfort flings | T |
| Around where weeping Friends reside | U |
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| Whose blighted bud no Sun shall cheer | V |
| Whose Lamp of Life no longer shine | W |
| Some Parent Brother Child most dear | V |
| Who ventur'd and who died like mine | W |
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| Proud crested Fiend the World's worst foe | R |
| Ambition canst thou boast one deed | X |
| Whence no unsightly horrors flow | R |
| Nor private peace is seen to bleed | X |
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| Ah why do these old Eyes remain | Y |
| To see succeeding mornings rise | Z |
| My Wife is dead my Children slain | Y |
| And Poverty is all my prize | Z |
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| Yet shall not poor enfeebled Age | A2 |
| Breathe forth revenge but rather say | B |
| O God who seest the Battle's rage | A2 |
| Take from men's hearts that rage away | B |
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| From the vindictive tongue of strife | B2 |
| Bid Hatred and false Glory See | C2 |
| That babes may meet advancing life | B2 |
| Nor feel the woes that light on me | C2 |
Robert Bloomfield
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