Hawke Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCCB DBDBEEEB FBGBHHHB| In seventeen hundred and fifty nine | A |
| When Hawke came swooping from the West | B |
| The French King's Admiral with twenty of the line | A |
| Was sailing forth to sack us out of Brest | B |
| The ports of France were crowded the quays of France a hum | C |
| With thirty thousand soldiers marching to the drum | C |
| For bragging time was over and fighting time was come | C |
| When Hawke came swooping from the West | B |
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| 'Twas long past noon of a wild November day | D |
| When Hawke came swooping from the West | B |
| He heard the breakers thundering in Quiberon Bay | D |
| But he flew the flag for battle line abreast | B |
| Down upon the quicksands roaring out of sight | E |
| Fiercely beat the storm wind darkly fell the night | E |
| But they took the foe for pilot and the cannon's glare for light | E |
| When Hawke came swooping from the West | B |
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| The Frenchmen turned like a covey down the wind | F |
| When Hawke came swooping from the West | B |
| One he sank with all hands one he caught and pinned | G |
| And the shallows and the storm took the rest | B |
| The guns that should have conquered us they rusted on the shore | H |
| The men that would have mastered us they drummed and marched no more | H |
| For England was England and a mighty brood she bore | H |
| When Hawke came swooping from the West | B |
Sir Henry Newbolt
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