1914 Iii: The Dead Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDEC FGFHIJ| Blow out you bugles over the rich Dead | A |
| There's none of these so lonely and poor of old | B |
| But dying has made us rarer gifts than gold | B |
| These laid the world away poured out the red | A |
| Sweet wine of youth gave up the years to be | C |
| Of work and joy and that unhoped serene | D |
| That men call age and those who would have been | E |
| Their sons they gave their immortality | C |
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| Blow bugles blow They brought us for our dearth | F |
| Holiness lacked so long and Love and Pain | G |
| Honour has come back as a king to earth | F |
| And paid his subjects with a royal wage | H |
| And Nobleness walks in our ways again | I |
| And we have come into our heritage | J |
Rupert Brooke
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