The Belfry Of Bruges Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DEDE FGFG HIHI HAHA HJHJ KLKL MNMN HOHO PHQH HHHH RPRP RRRR SHSH HJHJ RRRR RTRT| Keen comes the dizzy air | A |
| In one tumultuous breath | B |
| The tower to heaven lies bare | A |
| Dumb stir the streets beneath | C |
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| Immeasurable sky | D |
| Domes upward from the dim | E |
| Round land the astonished eye | D |
| Supposes the world's rim | E |
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| And through the sea of space | F |
| Winds drive the furious cloud | G |
| Silent in endless race | F |
| And the tower rocks aloud | G |
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| Mine eye now wanders wide | H |
| My thought now quickens keen | I |
| O cities far descried | H |
| What ravage have you seen | I |
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| Of an enkindled world | H |
| Homes blazing and hearths bare | A |
| Of hosts tyrannic hurled | H |
| On pale ranks of despair | A |
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| Who fed with warm proud blood | H |
| The cause unquenchable | J |
| For which your heroes stood | H |
| For which our Sidney fell | J |
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| Sidney whose starry fame | K |
| Mirrored in noble song | L |
| Shines all our sloth to shame | K |
| And arms us against wrong | L |
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| Bright star that seems to burn | M |
| Over yon English shore | N |
| Whither my feet return | M |
| And my thoughts run before | N |
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| Run with this rumour brought | H |
| By the wild wind's alarms | O |
| Dark sounds with battle fraught | H |
| Menace of distant arms | O |
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| O menace harsh but vain | P |
| For what can peril do | H |
| But search our souls again | Q |
| To sift and find the true | H |
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| Prove if the sap of old | H |
| Shoots yet from the old seed | H |
| If faith be still unsold | H |
| If truth be truth indeed | H |
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| Welcome the blast that shakes | R |
| The wall wherein we have lain | P |
| Slumbering our heart awakes | R |
| And rends the prison chain | P |
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| Turn we from prosperous toys | R |
| And the dull name of ease | R |
| Rather than tarnished joys | R |
| Face we the angry seas | R |
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| Or if old age infirm | S |
| Be in our veins congealed | H |
| Bow we to Time our term | S |
| Fulfilled and proudly yield | H |
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| Not each to each we are made | H |
| Not each to each we fall | J |
| But every true part played | H |
| Quickens the heart of all | J |
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| That feeds and moves and fires | R |
| The many peopled lands | R |
| And in our languor tires | R |
| But in our strength expands | R |
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| For forward gazing eyes | R |
| Fate shall no terror keep | T |
| She in our own breast lies | R |
| Now let her wake from sleep | T |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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