Song Of Seventy Horses Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCD EFBGD HIGJD BKDLD IGMDD DBBN

Once again the Steamer at Calais the tacklesA
Easing the car trays on to the quay Release herB
Sign refill and let me away with my horsesC
Seventy Thundering HorsesC
Slow through the traffic my horses It is enough it is FranceD
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Whether the throat closing brick fields by Lille or her pav esE
Endlessly ending in rain between beet and tobaccoF
Or that wind we shave by the brutal North EasterB
Rasping the newly dunged SommeG
Into your collars my horses It is enough it is FranceD
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Whether the dappled Argonne the cloud shadows packingH
Either horizon with ghosts or exquisite carvenI
Villages hewn from the cliff the torrents behind themG
Feeding their never quenched lightsJ
Look to your footing my horses It is enough it is FranceD
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Whether that gale where Biscay jammed in the cornerB
Herds and heads her seas at the Landes but defeatedK
Bellowing smokes along Spain till the uttermost headlandsD
Make themselves dance in the mistL
Breathe breathe deeply my horses It is enough it is FranceD
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Whether the broken honey hued honey combed limestoneI
Cream under white hot sun the rosemary bee bloomG
Sleepily noisy at noon and somewhere to SouthwardM
Sleepily noisy the SeaD
Tes it is warm here my horses It is enough it is FranceD
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Whether the Massif in Spring the multiplied lacetsD
Hampered by slips or drifts the gentians underB
Turbaned snow pushing up the heaven of SummerB
Though the stark moors lie blackN
Neigh through the icicled tunnels 'It is enough it is France '-

Rudyard Kipling



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