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The Field Of Waterloo Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
Fair Brussels thou art far behind	B
Though lingering on the morning wind	B
We yet may hear the hour	C
Pealed over orchard and canal	D
With voice prolonged and measured fall	E
From proud St Michael's tower	C
Thy wood dark Soignies holds us now	F
Where the tall beeches' glossy bough	F
For many a league around	G
With birch and darksome oak between	H
Spreads deep and far a pathless screen	H
Of tangled forest ground	G
Stems planted close by stems defy	A
The adventurous foot the curious eye	A
For access seeks in vain	I
And the brown tapestry of leaves	J
Strewed on the blighted ground receives	J
Nor sun nor air nor rain	I
No opening glade dawns on our way	K
No streamlet glancing to the ray	K
Our woodland path has crossed	L
And the straight causeway which we tread	M
Prolongs a line of dull arcade	N
Unvarying through the unvaried shade	N
Until in distance lost	L
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II	A
A brighter livelier scene succeeds	O
In groups the scattering wood recedes	O
Hedge rows and huts and sunny meads	O
And corn fields glance between	H
The peasant at his labour blithe	P
Plies the hooked staff and shortened scythe	Q
But when these ears were green	H
Placed close within destruction's scope	R
Full little was that rustic's hope	R
Their ripening to have seen	H
And lo a hamlet and its fane	I
Let not the gazer with disdain	I
Their architecture view	S
For yonder rude ungraceful shrine	T
And disproportioned spire are thine	T
Immortal WATERLOO	S
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III	A
Fear not the heat though full and high	A
The sun has scorched the autumn sky	A
And scarce a forest straggler now	F
To shade us spreads a greenwood bough	F
These fields have seen a hotter day	K
Than e'er was fired by sunny ray	K
Yet one mile on yon shattered hedge	U
Crests the soft hill whose long smooth ridge	V
Looks on the field below	W
And sinks so gently on the dale	X
That not the folds of Beauty's veil	X
In easier curves can flow	W
Brief space from thence the ground again	Y
Ascending slowly from the plain	I
Forms an opposing screen	H
Which with its crest of upland ground	G
Shuts the horizon all around	G
The softened vale between	H
Slopes smooth and fair for courser's tread	M
Not the most timid maid need dread	M
To give her snow white palfrey head	M
On that wide stubble ground	G
Nor wood nor tree nor bush are there	Z
Her course to intercept or scare	Z
Nor fosse nor fence are found	G
Save where from out her shattered bowers	A2
Rise Hougomont's dismantled towers	A2
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IV	A
Now see'st thou aught in this lone scene	H
Can tell of that which late hath been	B2
A stranger might reply	A
'The bare extent of stubble plain	I
Seems lately lightened of its grain	I
And yonder sable tracks remain	I
Marks of the peasant's ponderous wain	I
When harvest home was nigh	A
On these broad spots of trampled ground	G
Perchance the rustics danced such round	G
As Teniers loved to draw	C2
And where the earth seems scorched by flame	D2
To dress the homely feast they came	D2
And toiled the kerchiefed village dame	D2
Around her fire of straw '	-
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V	A
So deem'st thou so each mortal deems	E2
Of that which is from that which seems	E2
But other harvest here	F2
Than that which peasant's scythe demands	G2
Was gathered in by sterner hands	G2
With bayonet blade and spear	H2
No vulgar crop was theirs to reap	I2
No stinted harvest thin and cheap	I2
Heroes before each fatal sweep	I2
Fell thick as ripened grain	I
And ere the darkening of the day	K
Piled high as autumn shocks there lay	K
The ghastly harvest of the fray	K
The corpses of the slain	I
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VI	A
Ay look again that line so black	J2
And trampled marks the bivouac	J2
Yon deep graved ruts the artillery's track	J2
So often lost and won	K2
And close beside the hardened mud	L2
Still shows where fetlock deep in blood	L2
The fierce dragoon through battle's flood	L2
Dashed the hot war horse on	M2
These spots of excavation tell	N2
The ravage of the bursting shell	N2
And feel'st thou not the tainted steam	O2
That reeks against the sultry beam	O2
From yonder trenched mound	G
The pestilential fumes declare	Z
That Carnage has replenished there	Z
Her garner house profound	G
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VII	A
Far other harvest home and feast	P2
Than claims the boor from scythe released	P2
On these scorched fields were known	Q2
Death hovered o'er the maddening rout	R2
And in the thrilling battle shout	R2
Sent for the bloody banquet out	R2
A summons of his own	Q2
Through rolling smoke the Demon's eye	A
Could well each destined guest espy	A
Well could his ear in ecstasy	A
Distinguish every tone	Q2
That filled the chorus of the fray	K
From cannon roar and trumpet bray	K
From charging squadrons' wild hurra	K
From the wild clang that marked their way	K
Down to the dying groan	Q2
And the last sob of life's decay	K
When breath was all but flown	Q2
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VIII	A
Feast on stern foe of mortal life	A
Feast on but think not that a strife	A
With such promiscuous carnage rife	A
Protracted space may last	S2
The deadly tug of war at length	T2
Must limits find in human strength	T2
And cease when these are past	S2
Vain hope that morn's o'erclouded sun	K2
Heard the wild shout of fight begun	K2
Ere he attained his height	U2
And through the war smoke volumed high	A
Still peals that unremitted cry	A
Though now he stoops to night	U2
For ten long hours of doubt and dread	M
Fresh succours from the extended head	M
Of either hill the contest fed	M
Still down the slope they drew	K
The charge of columns paused not	V2
Nor ceased the storm of shell and shot	V2
For all that war could do	K
Of skill and force was proved that day	K
And turned not yet the doubtful fray	K
On bloody Waterloo	K
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IX	A
Pale Brussels then what thoughts were thine	T
When ceaseless from the distant line	T
Continued thunders came	D2
Each burgher held his breath to hear	K
These forerunners of havoc near	K
Of rapine and of flame	D2
What ghastly sights were thine to meet	W2
When rolling through thy stately street	W2
The wounded showed their mangled plight	U2
In token of the unfinished fight	U2
And from each anguish laden wain	I
The blood drops laid thy dust like rain	I
How often in the distant drum	X2
Heard'st thou the fell Invader come	X2
While Ruin shouting to his band	Y2
Shook high her torch and gory brand	Y2
Cheer thee fair City From yon stand	Y2
Impatient still his outstretched hand	Y2
Points to his prey in vain	I
While maddening in his eager mood	Z2
And all unwont to be withstood	A3
He fires the fight again	Y
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X	A
'On On ' was still his stern exclaim	D2
'Confront the battery's jaws of flame	D2
Rush on the levelled gun	K2
My steel clad cuirassiers advance	A
Each Hulan forward with his lance	A
My Guard my Chosen charge for France	A
France and Napoleon '	-
Loud answered their acclaiming shout	R2
Greeting the mandate which sent out	R2
Their bravest and their best to dare	K
The fate their leader shunned to share	K
But HE his country's sword and shield	B3
Still in the battle front revealed	B3
Where danger fiercest swept the field	B3
Came like a beam of light	U2
In action prompt in sentence brief	A
'Soldiers stand firm ' exclaimed the Chief	A
'England shall tell the fight '	-
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XI	A
On came the whirlwind like the last	S2
But fiercest sweep of tempest blast	S2
On came the whirlwind steel gleams broke	C3
Like lightning through the rolling smoke	C3
The war was waked anew	K
Three hundred cannon mouths roared loud	D3
And from their throats with flash and cloud	D3
Their showers of iron threw	K
Beneath their fire in full career	K
Rushed on the ponderous cuirassier	K
The lancer couched his ruthless spear	K
And hurrying as to havoc near	K
The cohorts' eagles flew	K
In one dark torrent broad and strong	E3
The advancing onset rolled along	E3
Forth harbingered by fierce acclaim	D2
That from the shroud of smoke and flame	D2
Pealed wildly the imperial name	D2
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XII	A
But on the British heart were lost	L
The terrors of the charging host	F3
For not an eye the storm that viewed	Z2
Changed its proud glance of fortitude	Z2
Nor was one forward footstep stayed	N
As dropped the dying and the dead	M
Fast as their ranks the thunders tear	K
Fast they renewed each serried square	K
And on the wounded and the slain	I
Closed their dimini	I