Ode For General Washington's Birthday Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDEEDFF GHHGIDJJKLLKMMNN OPQPOLRRCCLSSTT UVWXXWYZZYGGA2CA2CB2 B2C2| s liberty's bold note I swell | A |
| Thy harp Columbia let me take | B |
| See gathering thousands while I sing | C |
| A broken chain exulting bring | C |
| And dash it in a tyrant's face | D |
| And dare him to his very beard | E |
| And tell him he no more is feared | E |
| No more the despot of Columbia's race | D |
| A tyrant's proudest insults brav'd | F |
| They shout a People freed They hail an Empire saved | F |
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| Where is man's god like form | G |
| Where is that brow erect and bold | H |
| That eye that can unmov'd behold | H |
| The wildest rage the loudest storm | G |
| That e'er created fury dared to raise | I |
| Avaunt thou caitiff servile base | D |
| That tremblest at a despot's nod | J |
| Yet crouching under the iron rod | J |
| Canst laud the hand that struck th' insulting blow | K |
| Art thou of man's Imperial line | L |
| Dost boast that countenance divine | L |
| Each skulking feature answers No | K |
| But come ye sons of Liberty | M |
| Columbia's offspring brave as free | M |
| In danger's hour still flaming in the van | N |
| Ye know and dare maintain the Royalty of Man | N |
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| Alfred on thy starry throne | O |
| Surrounded by the tuneful choir | P |
| The bards that erst have struck the patriot lyre | Q |
| And rous'd the freeborn Briton's soul of fire | P |
| No more thy England own | O |
| Dare injured nations form the great design | L |
| To make detested tyrants bleed | R |
| Thy England execrates the glorious deed | R |
| Beneath her hostile banners waving | C |
| Every pang of honour braving | C |
| England in thunder calls The tyrant's cause is mine | L |
| That hour accurst how did the fiends rejoice | S |
| And hell thro' all her confines raise the exulting voice | S |
| That hour which saw the generous English name | T |
| Linkt with such damned deeds of everlasting shame | T |
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| Thee Caledonia thy wild heaths among | U |
| Fam'd for the martial deed the heaven taught song | V |
| To thee I turn with swimming eyes | W |
| Where is that soul of Freedom fled | X |
| Immingled with the mighty dead | X |
| Beneath that hallow'd turf where Wallace lies | W |
| Hear it not WALLACE in thy bed of death | Y |
| Ye babbling winds in silence sweep | Z |
| Disturb not ye the hero's sleep | Z |
| Nor give the coward secret breath | Y |
| Is this the ancient Caledonian form | G |
| Firm as the rock resistless as the storm | G |
| Show me that eye which shot immortal hate | A2 |
| Blasting the despot's proudest bearing | C |
| Show me that arm which nerv'd with thundering fate | A2 |
| Crush'd Usurpation's boldest daring | C |
| Dark quench'd as yonder sinking star | B2 |
| No more that glance lightens afar | B2 |
| That palsied arm no more whirls on the waste of war | C2 |
Robert Burns
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