The Antagonists Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCDEDEFGFGHIHIJKJ KLIMI CNC NO OPQQOPRSRSPRPRTPTUIU IVRMRIWWPPISSXSXSSYS YPPSY PPRZZRSSIPPI ASA2SA2B2B2ZPPSZRRSR PPC2D2TTPSSPRR PPPPPXPPXE2XPPE2PRPS SRPPWWP| I | A |
| Caverns mouthed with blackness more than night | B |
| Fever jungle deep in strangling brier | C |
| Venom breeding slime that loathest light | B |
| Who has plumbed your secret who the blind desire | C |
| Hissing from the viper's lifted jaws | D |
| Maddening the beast with scent of prey | E |
| Tracked through savage glooms on robber paws | D |
| Till the slaughter gluts him red and reeking Nay | E |
| Man this breathing mystery this intense | F |
| Body beautiful with thinking eyes | G |
| Master of a spirit outsoaring sense | F |
| Spirit of tears and laughter who has measured all the skies | G |
| Is he also the lair | H |
| Of a lust of a sting | I |
| That hides from the air | H |
| Yet is lurking to spring | I |
| From the nescient core | J |
| Of his fibre alert | K |
| At the trumpet of war | J |
| And hungry to hurt | K |
| When he hears from abysses of time | L |
| Aboriginal mutters replying | I |
| To something he knew not within him | M |
| And the Demon of Earth crying | I |
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| I am the will of the Fire | C |
| That bursts into boundless fury | N |
| I am my own implacable desire | C |
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| I am the will of the Sea | N |
| That shoulders the ships and breaks them | O |
| There is none other but me '' | - |
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| Heavy forests bred them | O |
| The race that dreamed | P |
| In the bones of savage earth | Q |
| Their dreams had birth | Q |
| Darkness fed them | O |
| And the full brain grossly teemed | P |
| With thoughts compressed with rages | R |
| Obstinate stark obscure | S |
| Thirsts no time assuages | R |
| But centuries immure | S |
| As the sap of trees behind | P |
| Crumpled bark of bossy boles | R |
| Presses up its juices blind | P |
| Buried within their souls | R |
| The dream insatiate still | T |
| Nursed its fierceness old | P |
| And violent will | T |
| Haunted with twilight where the Gods drink full | U |
| Ere they renew their revelry of slaying | I |
| And warriors leap like the lion on the bull | U |
| And harsh horns in the northern mist are braying | I |
| Tenebrous in them lay the dream | V |
| Like a fire that under ashes | R |
| Smoulders heavy heaped and dim | M |
| Yet with spurted stealthy flashes | R |
| Sends a goblin shadow floating | I |
| Crooked on the rafters then | W |
| Sudden from its den | W |
| Springs in splendour So should burst | P |
| Destiny from dream from thirst | P |
| Rapture gloating | I |
| On a vision of earth afar | S |
| Stretched for a prize and a prey | S |
| And the secular might of the Gods re risen | X |
| Savage and glorious waiting its day | S |
| Should shatter its ancient prison | X |
| And leap like the panther to slay | S |
| Magnificent Storm then and thunder | S |
| The haughty to crush with the tame | Y |
| For the world is the strong man's plunder | S |
| Whose coming is swifter than flame | Y |
| And the nations unready decayed | P |
| Unworthy of fate or afraid | P |
| Shall be stricken and torn asunder | S |
| Or yield in shame | Y |
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| The Dream is fulfilled | P |
| Is it this that you willed | P |
| O patient ones | R |
| For this that you gave | Z |
| Young to the grave | Z |
| Your valiant sons | R |
| For this that you wore | S |
| Brave faces and bore | S |
| The burden heart breaking | I |
| Sublimely deceived | P |
| You that bled and believed | P |
| For the Dream or the Waking | I |
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| II | A |
| No drum beat pulsing challenge and desire | S |
| Sounded no jubilant boast nor fierce alarm | A2 |
| Cried throbbing from enfevered throats afire | S |
| For glory when from vineyard forge and farm | A2 |
| From wharf and warehouse foundry shop and school | B2 |
| From the unreaped cornfield and the office stool | B2 |
| France called her sons but loth but grave | Z |
| But silent with their purpose proud and hard | P |
| Within them as of men that go to guard | P |
| More than life yet to dare | S |
| More than death France it was their France to save | Z |
| Nor now the fiery legend of old fames | R |
| And that imperial Eagle whose wide wings | R |
| Hovered from Vistula to Finist re | S |
| Who plucked the crown from Kings | R |
| Filled her but France was arming in her mind | P |
| The world unborn and helpless not the past | P |
| Victorious with banners called her on | C2 |
| And she assembled not her sons alone | D2 |
| From city and hamlet coast and heath and hill | T |
| But deep within her bosom deeper still | T |
| Than any fear could search than any hope could blind | P |
| Beyond all clamours of her recent day | S |
| Hot smouldering of the faction and the fray | S |
| She summoned her own soul In the hour of night | P |
| In the hush that felt the armed tread of her foes | R |
| Like a star silent out of seas it rose | R |
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| Most human France In those clear eyes of light | P |
| Was vision of the issue and all the cost | P |
| To the last drop of generous blood the last | P |
| Tears of the orphan and the widow and yet | P |
| She shrank not from the terror of the debt | P |
| Seeing what else were with the cause undone | X |
| The very skies barred with an iron threat | P |
| The very mind of freedom lost | P |
| Beneath that shadow bulked across the sun | X |
| Therefore did she abstain | E2 |
| From all that had renowned her all that won | X |
| The world's delight thought stilled | P |
| With deep reality to the heart she burned | P |
| And took upon her all the load of pain | E2 |
| Foreknown and her sons turned | P |
| From wife's and children's kiss | R |
| Simply and steady willed | P |
| With quiet eyes with courage keen and clear | S |
| Faced Eastward If an English voice she hear | S |
| That has no speech worthy of her let this | R |
| Be of that day remembered with what pride | P |
| Our ancient island thrilled to the oceans wide | P |
| And our hearts leapt to know that England then | W |
| Equal in faith of free and loyal men | W |
| Stept to her side | P |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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