The Battle Of Blenheim Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDE EFFFFF GHFHII BFJFII FKLKCC FFCFII MHFHFF FFMFII FBNBII BDAEII OEFEIIIt 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 plow | J |
The plowshare turns them out | F |
For many thousand men said he | I |
Were slain in that great victory | I |
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Now tell us what twas all about | F |
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 | C |
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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 Marlboro won | B |
And our good Prince Eugene | D |
Why twas a very wicked thing | A |
Said little Wilhelmine | E |
Nay nay my little girl quoth he | I |
It was a famous victory | I |
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And everybody praised the Duke | O |
Who this great fight did win | E |
But what good came of it at last | F |
Quoth little Peterkin | E |
Why that I cannot tell said he | I |
But twas a famous victory | I |
Robert Southey
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