The Supper Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Linger not linger not lift your glasses | B |
Mirth shall come as misery passes | B |
Hark how the mad wind blows his horn | C |
And hunts the laggards in streets forlorn | C |
Hark how fierce the winter rain | D |
Beats and streams on the window pane | D |
Ill is it now for the houseless head | E |
And for him that makes on the ground his bed | E |
But we will forget in the warmth of the fire | F |
And be glad and taste of our heart's desire | F |
Laugh old care and trouble down | G |
And toils and sad remembrance drown | G |
All is yours all sorrow bury | H |
To night and with me for an hour be merry | H |
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Madge | I |
You are kind sir Host O believe you not | J |
That it makes my joy to cheer your lot | J |
You see me who have lived my days | K |
In riches pleasure friendship praise | K |
I was not happy I wanted more | L |
To day I have found what I missed before | L |
I have sought you and brought you from cold and rain | D |
Now I will raise you out of your pain | D |
And you old man shall be young with me | H |
Brisk and glad as you used to be | H |
And you child with your cheeks so white | M |
Shall feel fresh blood in your pulse to night | M |
Linger not linger not eat your fill | N |
Drink and be merry All We will we will | N |
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Blind Roger | F |
Set the glass in my hand I'm blind and old | O |
But still I shun to be left in the cold | O |
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Host | A |
Is it hard at the first to remember the way | P |
Of mirth and be rid of the load of the day | P |
Oh be not afraid to laugh and to smile | Q |
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Averill | R |
Our lips it may be are slow awhile | Q |
And our hearts unused to gaiety yet | S |
But let us forget | S |
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Tony | H |
Ay let us forget | S |
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Michael | T |
That's easy mates but that's the least | U |
Now we're set to so rare a feast | U |
I'm ripe and ready for all gay cheer | V |
But the great wax lights so soft and clear | V |
Abash me and make my eyes afraid | W |
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Host | A |
Wait but a moment the dazzle will fade | W |
Soon to your eyes will the light be as bloom | X |
And your ears be filled with the peace of the room | X |
Were the wind but quiet instead of the toil | Y |
And the traffic beneath with its huge turmoil | Y |
You'd fancy the lonely fields around | Z |
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Annie | H |
'Tis soft and calm but I miss the sound | Z |
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Averill | R |
Oh it is sweet for an hour to be lulled | A2 |
For an hour to be happy with senses dulled | A2 |
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Tony | H |
Ah ah the silver how it gleams | B2 |
I have seen such glitterings in my dreams | B2 |
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Roger | F |
Long long ago when my eyes could see | H |
Such sweet odours used to be | H |
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Michael | T |
What a fruit is this to melt in the mouth | C2 |
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Host | A |
I have a garden in the South | C2 |
It brings me summer warm in frost | D2 |
Glories fallen and odours lost | D2 |
I love fresh roses in the snow | E2 |
I love them best when the leaves are low | E2 |
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Annie | H |
What wonderful colours are these that burn | F2 |
In the red flower blushing beneath the fern | F2 |
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Madge | I |
How cold are your hands lass | G2 |
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Host | A |
Come to the fire | F |
Come let us heap the bright coal higher | F |
Now the sparks fly | H2 |
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Michael | T |
The fire is good | I2 |
The blessed red flames warm my blood | J2 |
Better this than the stars I saw | K2 |
Shine last night where I lay on the straw | K2 |
Through a chink in the roof of the mouldering shed | E |
Ha ha I thought it a famous bed | E |
And slept like a prince in his palace till day | P |
When the cursing farmer drove me away | P |
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Tony | H |
Once I sat in as fine a room | X |
The host was away but we were at home | L2 |
We drank his health in his own red wine | M2 |
'Twas midnight when we sat to dine | M2 |
We filled our bellies and slept for a spin | N2 |
And softly we laughed as the dawn came in | N2 |
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Michael | T |
Now we are merrier now for a song | O2 |
O for some music to bear it along | O2 |
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Roger | F |
I once could sing my song with the best | P2 |
I rolled my voice up out of my chest | P2 |
But the sap is dried in my bones so you | Q2 |
That have voice and blood and all things new | Q2 |
Sing with the burden we'll all come in | N2 |
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Host | A |
Moisten your mouth then ere you begin | N2 |
I pledge you friends Your health and yours | R2 |
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Michael | T |
May you be merry while breath endures | R2 |
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Tony | H |
May you be merry whatever befall | S2 |
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Annie | H |
Good luck | T2 |
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Madge | I |
Good luck | T2 |
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Host | A |
Good luck to you all | S2 |
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Michael | T |
singing | U2 |
Wander with me wander with me | H |
Care to the devil be free be free | H |
Who but a fool would scrape and save | V2 |
To heap up a molehill and live in a grave | V2 |
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Roger | F |
quavering | U2 |
Wander with me wander with me | H |
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Michael | T |
I saw the old landlord the miser gray | P |
Gather his greedy rents to day | P |
The old gray rat with fiery eyes | W2 |
He stamped with his stick and he snuffed for a prize | W2 |
Lord how the starveling tenants shivered | X2 |
And into his ravening claws delivered | X2 |
Death pulls at his foot with a right good will | N |
But he fleshes his teeth with a relish still | N |
What prayers and excuses I laughed to hear | Y2 |
I that owed nothing had nothing to fear | V |
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Madge | I |
O men are cruel I've seen them go | E2 |
And turn folks houseless into the snow | E2 |
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Michael | T |
singing | U2 |
What rent pay I to the air and the sun | Z2 |
The days and the nights are mine every one | Z2 |
When I've finished with one there's another begun | Z2 |
Wander with me wander with me | H |
Care to the devil be free be free | H |
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All | S2 |
Wander with me wander with me | H |
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Michael | T |
Yes I tell you sir I tell you my friend | A3 |
I drink your good luck but be sure of the end | A3 |
You never can tell you won't come to the cold | O |
And the bed from under your body be sold | O |
You smile at your ease you pay no heed | B3 |
You think to lay hands on all that you need | B3 |
And still you go piling your riches high | H2 |
But where is the use of it all say I | H2 |
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Host | A |
Well said my friend you've a heart in your breast | P2 |
And a brave heart beating is worth all the rest | P2 |
Where is the use of it all 'Tis true | Q2 |
But we walk in the way we're accustomed to | Q2 |
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Michael | T |
He with his riches he dares not believe me | H |
With banquets and couches he thinks to deceive me | H |
Give me a glass of the bright stuff there | C3 |
And you that sit so straight in your chair | C3 |
What are you thinking so sadly of yonder | F |
You dreamer of dreams To be merry and wander | F |
Over the world is it wiser say | P |
Than to sit and grow fat and let life slip away | P |
Till your blood turns chill and your hair turns gray | P |
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Averill | R |
I think I have wandered the whole earth round | Z |
An endless errand nowhere bound | Z |
I look straight and nothing see | H |
In the world and no man looks on me | H |
What have I with men to do | Q2 |
I hear them laugh as I pass them through | Q2 |
In the street I feel them stop and stare | C3 |
At the boards that over my shoulder flare | C3 |
What matters my ragged and grimy coat | D3 |
My aching back my parching throat | D3 |
I am a beacon to laughter and leisure | F |
I point all day the path to pleasure | F |
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A pause | E3 |
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Madge | I |
How strange we look in the mirror tall | S2 |
It casts a brightness about us all | S2 |
Here are we round a table set | S |
And until this night we had never met | S |
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Roger | F |
Your mirth soon flags When I was young | F3 |
We'd have been merry the whole night long | O2 |
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Michael | T |
Ay mates we're wasting our pleasure Drink | G3 |
We came not here to be sad and to think | G3 |
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Madge | I |
'Tis all day toiling that clouds the head | E |
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Host | A |
What do you do for daily bread | E |
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Madge | I |
I sell my matches along the street | H3 |
I see the young with nimble feet | H3 |
The fair and the foolish the feeble and old | O |
That crawl along in the mire and the cold | O |
And the sound is always in my ears | I3 |
O the long long crowding trampling years | I3 |
Since I was young and followed after | F |
The lights the faces the glee the laughter | F |
But now I watch them hurry and pass | G2 |
As I see you all now there in the glass | G2 |
Annie so pale What ails you lass | G2 |
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Annie | H |
I am faint I am tired but soon 'twill go | E2 |
On the pavement I never felt it so | E2 |
All is so strange here I am afraid | W |
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Host | A |
Afraid What grief my girl has made | W |
Such foolish fears come into your thought | J3 |
We are all friends and friends or not | J |
None should harm you within these doors | K3 |
Outside is the world that raves and roars | K3 |
But you I marvel how you so slight | M |
Endure alone so vast a fight | M |
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Annie | H |
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I know not how but down in the street | H3 |
'Tis not so heavy a task to meet | H3 |
A power beyond me bears me along | O2 |
The faint with the eager the weak with the strong | O2 |
'Tis like an army with marching sound | Z |
I march and my feet forget the ground | Z |
I have no thought no wish no fear | V |
And the others are brave for me But here | Y2 |
I know not why I long to rest | P2 |
I have an aching in my breast | P2 |
O I am tired how sweet 'twould be | H |
To yield and to struggle no more and be free | H |
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Michael | T |
Courage lass hold up your head | E |
Never give in till it's time to be dead | E |
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Host | A |
Nay rest if you will Yet taste this wine | M2 |
The cordial juice of a golden vine | M2 |
'Twill cheer your spirit 'tis ripe and good | I2 |
And it goes like sunshine into the blood | J2 |
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Madge | I |
Eat this fruit too that looks so rich | L3 |
So smooth and rosy Is it a peach | M3 |
'Tis soft as the cheek of a child I swear | C3 |
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Annie | H |
absently As the cheek of a child | N3 |
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Michael | T |
Come never despair | C3 |
But the sad man what is he mumbling there | C3 |
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Averill | R |
To the lost to the fresh | O3 |
To the sweet to the vain | D |
Turn again Time | P3 |
And bring me again | Q3 |
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I feel it from afar | R3 |
Like the scent of a leaf | S3 |
I see and I hear | Y2 |
It is joy it is grief | S3 |
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What have we done | Z2 |
With our youth with the flowers | T3 |
With the breeze with the sun | Z2 |
With the dream that was ours | T3 |
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Our thoughts that blossomed | U3 |
Young and wet | S |
What have we drunken | Z2 |
Quite to forget | S |
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Where have we buried | B3 |
Our dead delight | M |
We could not endure it | V3 |
It shone too bright | M |
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O it comes over me | H |
Keener than pain | D |
All is yet possible | T |
Once once again | Q3 |
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A silence | W3 |
Annie | H |
starting up What am I doing | U2 |
Eating and drinking | U2 |
I strangle I choke | X3 |
With the pain of my thinking | U2 |
He wants me he cries for me | H |
Somewhere my boy | Y3 |
My baby my own one joy | Y3 |
They said 'twas a sin to have borne him | Z3 |
My sin was to desert him | Z3 |
He that hung at my breast and trusted me | H |
How had I heart to hurt him | Z3 |
I must go through the night through the cold through the rain | D |
I must seek I must toil till I find him again | Q3 |
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Host | A |
Stay stay | P |
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Madge | I |
O Annie how can you bear | C3 |
To tell your shame where all can hear | Y2 |
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Annie | H |
I wish that I were lying | U2 |
In my love's arms again | Q3 |
My body to him was precious | A4 |
As now it is worthless and vain | D |
What matters to me what you say Let me go | E2 |
But you O why did you wake my woe | E2 |
I wanted not feasting nor mirth nor wine | M2 |
Nor the things that I know shall never be mine | M2 |
I wanted only to sleep and forget | S |
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Host | A |
She's gone | B4 |
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Madge | I |
The night's wild | N3 |
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Averill | R |
Wild and wet | S |
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Tony | H |
Hark how the wind in the chimney hums | C4 |
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Averill | R |
It beats and threatens like distant drums | C4 |
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Host | A |
Come to the fire Fill once more | L |
Your glasses | B |
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Michael | T |
It is not now as before | L |
The good drink tastes no longer well | D4 |
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Madge | I |
I am full of fears that I cannot tell | D4 |
Why am I weak and lonely and old | O |
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Roger | F |
Where is it gone I seemed to behold | O |
For a moment but now the blessed light | M |
Alas again it is black black night | M |
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Tony | H |
I once was loved by a lass I see | H |
Her smile I hear her calling to me | H |
Could I feel her kiss on my mouth again | Q3 |
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Roger | F |
O could I see for a moment plain | D |
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Michael | T |
I had a friend he was dearer than brother | F |
I loved him as I loved none other | F |
I struck him in drink he left me for ever | F |
I shall grasp his hand again never never | F |
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Averill | R |
What have you done to us Why have you brought | J3 |
All sad thoughts that ever we thought | J3 |
And this evil spell around us cast | E4 |
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Madge | I |
We were all merry a moment past | E4 |
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Host | A |
What will you have friends What shall I do | Q2 |
For your comfort What shall I give to you | Q2 |
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Averill | R |
My youth | F4 |
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Roger | F |
My sight | M |
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Tony | H |
My love | G4 |
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Michael | T |
My friend | A3 |
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Madge | I |
O make me sure of peace in the end | A3 |
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Host | A |
I gave you freely of all I had | H4 |
It is not my doing you are not glad | H4 |
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Averill | R |
We want | I4 |
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Tony | H |
We hunger | F |
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Averill | R |
Ah once more | L |
Let us hope let us love let us live | J4 |
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Michael | T |
Restore | L |
What we have lost what you possess | K4 |
You that are stronger for our distress | K4 |
You that have wakened our hearts this day | P |
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Host | A |
My friend you know not what you say | P |
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Roger | F |
in a low voice | L4 |
Why did he ask us hither to night | M |
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Madge | I |
And question too of our evil plight | M |
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Tony | H |
Why did he drive us to be glad | H4 |
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Roger | F |
To make us remember what once we had | H4 |
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Madge | I |
Youth and happiness well forgot | J |
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Tony | H |
To spy on our trouble | T |
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Michael A devil's plot | J |
Damn the poison Drink no more | L |
I wish I had split my glass on the floor | L |
Ere I made merry with him His guest | P2 |
To watch us befooled 'twas an excellent jest | P2 |
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Roger | F |
I wish I could see his face | M4 |
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Michael | T |
He stands | N4 |
Pale and angry with twitching hands | N4 |
O his sport is spoiled he's vext to know | E2 |
That we've found him out | O4 |
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Madge | I |
Let us go let us go | E2 |
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Michael | T |
Ay we've our pride as well as he | H |
Come out to the street in the street we are free | H |
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Tony | H |
Curse the light that dazzled our eyes | W2 |
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Michael | T |
Curse the drink that taught us lies | W2 |
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Madge | I |
Say no more but let's begone | H |
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Curse the mocker that lured us on | H |
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Michael | T |
May your pleasure perish your grief increase | P4 |
Your heart dry up | Q4 |
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Averill | R |
breaking in | H |
Peace friends peace | P4 |
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Host | A |
astonished and struggling with himself Ungrateful | T |
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Averill | R |
You know not sir perchance | R4 |
How misery turns the mind askance | R4 |
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Host | A |
I pitied you | Q2 |
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Averill | R |
Pity sir 'tis well | D4 |
But it will not hold men up from hell | D4 |
Silence friends you have had your way | P |
Now 'tis for me to say my say | P |
Listen well our host my youth | F4 |
Comes back I burn with the fire of the truth | F4 |
It lights my thoughts and kindles my tongue | F3 |
And he must speak whose heart is wrung | F3 |
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Behold us who ask not pity | H |
We were not what we are | R3 |
For a moment now we remember | F |
Oh we have fallen far | R3 |
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We are Necessity's children | H |
Our Mother that bore us of old | O |
Has her mark on us all she brings us | A4 |
All in the end to her fold | O |
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We have wandered in meadow and sun | H |
But she calls us up from the flowers | T3 |
She is our will our purpose | A4 |
The aching flesh is ours | T3 |
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Hark in the lullest tempest | S4 |
Close on the wild wind's heels | T4 |
The sound that makes men tremble | T |
The sound of her chariot wheels | T4 |
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She calls We must not tarry | H |
We must take up our yoke again | H |
With labouring feet for ever | F |
To follow her triumph's train | H |
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To follow her sleepless course | U4 |
And to fall when she decrees | V4 |
With wailings that no man hearkens | W4 |
With tramplings that no man sees | V4 |
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With the great world glorying round us | A4 |
As the dying soldier hears | X4 |
Far off in the ebb of battle | T |
His conquering comrades' cheers | I3 |
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Is your heart grown tender toward us | A4 |
Would you lift us up from the mire | Y4 |
Would you set our feet in the way | P |
To follow our far desire | F |
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Oh you must have strength to fashion | H |
Our bones and bowels anew | Q2 |
With fresh blood fill these bodies | V4 |
Ere we may have part with you | Q2 |
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Farewell for our Mother calls | Z4 |
We go but we thank you friend | A3 |
Who have lifted us up for a moment | |
To behold our beginning and end | A3 |
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We are clothed with youth and riches | B |
We are givers of feasts to night | M |
We spread our plenteous table | T |
And heap it in your sight | M |
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You need not to sharpen hunger | F |
All shall be well appeased | |
If you find our fare to your pleasure | F |
You shall depart well pleased | |
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Have you tasted a relish keener | F |
Than the pang of useless pain | H |
Know you a spice more rare | C3 |
Than the tears of wisdom rain | H |
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Come eat of the mad desires | T3 |
That rend us we know not why | H2 |
The terrors that hunt us the torment | |
That will not let us die | H2 |
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Taste it is ripe to bursting | U2 |
The sorrow scented fruit | |
That weakness sowed in darkness | A4 |
That found in the night its root | |
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That blossomed in great despairs | |
And is trodden to earth in scorn | H |
By the ignorant feet that trample | T |
The faces of babes unborn | H |
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The laughter of men that mock | |
The silence of women that fear | V |
The shrinking of children's hands | N4 |
Come taste all these are here | Y2 |
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Drink drink of the blood red wine | H |
That the smilers and scorners have pressed | P2 |
From the wrongs of the helpless the rending | U2 |
And sobs of the fatherless breast | P2 |
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We heap our table before you | Q2 |
Eat and be filled we go | E2 |
O friend that had pity on us | A4 |
It is we that have pity on you | Q2 |
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Host | A |
Alone after a long silence raising his head | E |
O what furious serpent's nest | P2 |
Have I found in my own breast | P2 |
Like flames my thoughts upon me leap | |
To eat my joy to kill my sleep | |
How dreadful is the silence here | Y2 |
It weighs like terror on my ear | Y2 |
Soon will the dawn be shining in | H |
And men awake and birds begin | H |
And I must face the world afresh | O3 |
I faint I fear it in my flesh | O3 |
I thought that I could love my kind | |
Love is vast and I was blind | |
O mighty world my weakness spare | C3 |
This love is more than I can dare | C3 |
Robert Laurence Binyon
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