Munition Maker Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGGDD HHICJJDD KKLLMMDDD| I am the Cannon King behold | A |
| I perish on a throne of gold | A |
| With forest far and turret high | B |
| Renowned and rajah rich am I | B |
| My father was and his before | C |
| With wealth we owe to war on war | C |
| But let no potentate be proud | D |
| There are no pockets in a shroud | D |
| - | |
| By nature I am mild and kind | E |
| To gentleness and ruth inclined | E |
| And though the pheasants over run | F |
| My woods I will not touch a gun | F |
| Yet while each monster that I forge | G |
| Thunders destruction form its gorge | G |
| Death's whisper is I vow more loud | D |
| There are no pockets in a shroud | D |
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| My time is short my ships at sea | H |
| Already seem like ghosts to me | H |
| My millions mock me I am poor | I |
| As any beggar at my door | C |
| My vast dominion I resign | J |
| Six feet of earth to claim is mine | J |
| Brooding with shoulders bitter bowed | D |
| There are no pockets in a shroud | D |
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| Dear God let me purge my heart | K |
| And be of heaven's hope a part | K |
| Flinging my fortune's foul increase | L |
| To fight for pity love and peace | L |
| Oh that I could with healing fare | M |
| And pledged to poverty and prayer | M |
| Cry high above the cringing crowd | D |
| Ye fools Be not Mammon cowed | D |
| There are no pockets in a shroud | D |
Robert Service
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