After Blenheim Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDE EFFFFF GHFHII BFJFI KLKC FFCFII MHFHFF FFMFII FBNBII B EII O EI| It was a summer evening | A |
| Old Kaspar's work was done | B |
| And he before his cottage door | C |
| Was sitting in the sun | B |
| And by him sported on the green | D |
| His little grandchild Wilhelmine | E |
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| She saw her brother Peterkin | E |
| Roll something large and round | F |
| Which he beside the rivulet | F |
| In playing there had found | F |
| He came to ask what he had found | F |
| That was so large and smooth and round | F |
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| Old Kaspar took it from the boy | G |
| Who stood expectant by | H |
| And then the old man shook his head | F |
| And with a natural sigh | H |
| ''Tis some poor fellow's skull ' said he | I |
| 'Who fell in the great victory | I |
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| 'I find them in the garden | B |
| For there's many here about | F |
| And often when I go to plough | J |
| The ploughshare turns them out | F |
| For many thousand men ' said he | I |
| 'Were slain in that great victory ' | - |
| - | |
| 'Now tell us what 'twas all about ' | - |
| Young Peterkin he cries | K |
| And little Wilhelmine looks up | L |
| With wonder waiting eyes | K |
| 'Now tell us all about the war | C |
| And what they fought each other for ' | - |
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| 'It was the English ' Kaspar cried | F |
| 'Who put the French to rout | F |
| But what they fought each other for | C |
| I could not well make out | F |
| But everybody said ' quoth he | I |
| 'That 'twas a famous victory | I |
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| 'My father lived at Blenheim then | M |
| Yon little stream hard by | H |
| They burnt his dwelling to the ground | F |
| And he was forced to fly | H |
| So with his wife and child he fled | F |
| Nor had he where to rest his head | F |
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| 'With fire and sword the country round | F |
| Was wasted far and wide | F |
| And many a childing mother then | M |
| And new born baby died | F |
| But things like that you know must be | I |
| At every famous victory | I |
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| 'They say it was a shocking sight | F |
| After the field was won | B |
| For many thousand bodies here | N |
| Lay rotting in the sun | B |
| But things like that you know must be | I |
| After a famous victory | I |
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| 'Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won | B |
| And our good Prince Eugene ' | - |
| 'Why 'twas a very wicked thing ' | - |
| Said little Wilhelmine | E |
| 'Nay nay my little girl ' quoth he | I |
| 'It was a famous victory | I |
| - | |
| 'And everybody praised the Duke | O |
| Who this great fight did win ' | - |
| 'But what good came of it at last ' | - |
| Quoth little Peterkin | E |
| 'Why that I cannot tell ' said he | I |
| 'But 'twas a famous victory ' | - |
Robert Southey
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