Milton Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBBDEF GHGGIIH JFJJKKF FFFFLLF MHMNOPH QQQQFFQ QHQQRRH SFSSTTF| An Ode | A |
| Soul of England dost thou sleep | B |
| Lulled or dulled thy mighty youth forgotten | C |
| Of the world's wine hast thou drunk too deep | B |
| Hast thou sown more than thy hands can reap | B |
| Turn again thine ear | D |
| To that song severe | E |
| In thine hour of storm and war begotten | F |
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| Here in towered London's throng | G |
| In her streets with Time's new murmur seething | H |
| Milton pacing mused his haughty song | G |
| Here he sleeps out feud fret and wrong | G |
| Nay that spirit august | I |
| Tramples death's low dust | I |
| Still for us is kindled burning breathing | H |
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| He on whose earth darkened sight | J |
| Rose horizons of the empyrean | F |
| And the ordered spheres' unhasting flight | J |
| He who saw where round the heart of Light | J |
| Seraphs ardent eyed | K |
| Flamed in circle wide | K |
| Quiring music of their solemn paean | F |
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| When through space a trouble ran | F |
| Like a flush on serene skies arisen | F |
| That from this dim spot of earth began | F |
| Rumour of the world's new marvel Man | F |
| From whose heart beat sped | L |
| Hope hazard and dread | L |
| Past earth's borders to hell's fiery prison | F |
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| He who saw the Anarch's hate | M |
| Tower winged for woe the serpent charming | H |
| Eve in her imperilled bower the Gate | M |
| Barred and those two forms that desolate | N |
| Mid the radiant spheres | O |
| Wept first human tears | P |
| Earlier war in heaven and angels arming | H |
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| He who like his Samson bowed | Q |
| Toiling hardly tasked and night enfolded | Q |
| Steered his proud course to one purpose vowed | Q |
| As an eagle beats through hailing cloud | Q |
| Strong winged and alone | F |
| Seeking skies unknown | F |
| He whose verse majestically moulded | Q |
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| Moves like armed and bannered host | Q |
| Streaming irresistible or abounding | H |
| River in a land's remoteness lost | Q |
| Poured from solitary peaks of frost | Q |
| And far histories brings | R |
| Of old realms and kings | R |
| With high fates of fallen Man resounding | H |
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| This is England's voice that rang | S |
| Over Europe this the soul unshaken | F |
| That from darkness a great splendour sang | S |
| Beauty mightier for the cost and pang | S |
| Of our blood and name | T |
| Risen our spirits to claim | T |
| To enlarge to summon to awaken | F |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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