Portent Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCEEFEF GHGHEFEF IHIHJFJF KAKLMFFF GEGEEFEF FNFNGFGF| Courage mes gars | A |
| La guerre est proche | B |
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| I plant my little plot of beans | C |
| I sit beneath my cyprus tree | D |
| I do not know what trouble means | C |
| I cultivate tranquillity | E |
| But as to day my walk I made | E |
| In all serenity and cheer | F |
| I saw cut in an agave blade | E |
| Courage my comrades war is near | F |
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| Seward I went my feet were slow | G |
| Awhile I dowsed upon the shore | H |
| And then I roused with fear for lo | G |
| I saw six grisly ships of war | H |
| A grim grey line of might and dread | E |
| Against the skyline looming sheer | F |
| With horror to myself I said | E |
| Courage my comrades war is near | F |
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| I saw my cottage on the hill | I |
| With rambling roses round the door | H |
| It was so peaceful and so still | I |
| I sighed and then it was no more | H |
| A flash of flame a rubble heap | J |
| I cried aloud with woe and fear | F |
| And wok myself from troubled sleep | J |
| My home was safe war was not near | F |
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| Oh I am old my step is frail | K |
| My carcase bears a score of scars | A |
| And as I climbed my homeward trail | K |
| Sadly I thought of other wars | L |
| And when that agave leaf I saw | M |
| With vicious knife I made a blear | F |
| Of words clean cut into the raw | F |
| Courage my comrades war is near | F |
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| Who put hem there I do not know | G |
| One of these rabid reds no doubt | E |
| But I for freedom struck my blow | G |
| With bitter blade I scraped them out | E |
| There now said I I will forget | E |
| And smoke my pipe and drink my beer | F |
| Yet in my mind these words were set | E |
| Courage my comrades war is near | F |
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| Courage my comrades war is near | F |
| I hear afar its hateful drums | N |
| Its horrid din assails my ear | F |
| I hope I die before it comes | N |
| Yet as into the town I go | G |
| And listen to the rabble cheer | F |
| I think with heart of weary woe | G |
| War is not coming WAR IS HERE | F |
Robert Service
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