The Battle Of Lexington Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDE FFGGHHIIJJ AKLLII MMNNMMBB OOPIQQQQ RRSSTT RRSUJJVE WWXXQQQQYYQQDDQQDDQQ ZZA2A2B2B2

Now haste thee while the way is clearA
Paul RevereA
Haste Dawes but haste thee not O SunB
To LexingtonB
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Then Devens looked and saw the lightC
He got him forth into the nightC
And watched alone on the river shoreD
And marked the British ferrying o'erE
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John Parker rub thine eyes and yawnF
But one o'clock and yet 'tis DawnF
Quick rub thine eyes and draw thy hoseG
The Morning comes ere darkness goesG
Have forth and call the yeomen outH
For somewhere somewhere close aboutH
Full soon a Thing must come to beI
Thine honest eyes shall stare to seeI
Full soon before thy patriot eyesJ
Freedom from out of a Wound shall riseJ
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Then haste ye Prescott and RevereA
Bring all the men of Lincoln hereK
Let Chelmsford Littleton CarlisleL
Let Acton Bedford hither fileL
Oh hither file and plainly seeI
Out of a wound leap LibertyI
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Say Woodman April all in greenM
Say Robin April hast thou seenM
In all thy travel round the earthN
Ever a morn of calmer birthN
But Morning's eye alone sereneM
Can gaze across yon village greenM
To where the trooping British runB
Through LexingtonB
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Good men in fustian stand ye stillO
The men in red come o'er the hillO
Lay down your arms damned Rebels cryP
The men in red full haughtilyI
But never a grounding gun is heardQ
The men in fustian stand unstirredQ
Dead calm save maybe a wise bluebirdQ
Puts in his little heavenly wordQ
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O men in red if ye but knewR
The half as much as bluebirds doR
Now in this little tender calmS
Each hand would out and every palmS
With patriot palm strike brotherhood's strokeT
Or ere these lines of battle brokeT
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O men in red if ye but knewR
The least of the all that bluebirds doR
Now in this little godly calmS
Yon voice might sing the Future's PsalmU
The Psalm of Love with the brotherly eyesJ
Who pardons and is very wiseJ
Yon voice that shouts high hoarse with ireV
FireE
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The redcoats fire the homespuns fallW
The homespuns' anxious voices callW
Brother art hurt and Where hit JohnX
And Wipe this blood and Men come onX
And Neighbor do but lift my headQ
And Who is wounded Who is deadQ
Seven are killed My God my GodQ
Seven lie dead on the village sodQ
Two Harringtons Parker Hadley BrownY
Munroe and Porter these are downY
Nay look stout Harrington not yet deadQ
He crooks his elbow lifts his headQ
He lies at the step of his own house doorD
He crawls and makes a path of goreD
The wife from the window hath seen and rushedQ
He hath reached the step but the glood hath gushedQ
He hath crawled to the step of his own house doorD
But his head hath dropped he will crawl no moreD
Clasp Wife and kiss and lift the headQ
Harrington lies at his door step deadQ
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But O ye Six that round him layZ
And bloodied up that April dayZ
As Harrington fell ye likewise fellA2
At the door of the House wherein ye dwellA2
As Harrington came ye likewise cameB2
And died at the door of your House of FameB2

Sidney Lanier



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