Mentana Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCADEFEFFEF FG CFHIHJ KJKLI JMMENOENMEPQEQRRSGGN OTP CIGUGEVGEW CCG CC U XGXU X YYZZGREERA2 B2C2C2D2E2CCEEF2'Mother I hear a word | A |
In the air ' | B |
Play on play on my son | C |
The word thou hast heard is some bright sweet bird | A |
That singeth why and where | D |
Who knows | E |
As who knows why and whither | F |
The little wind blows | E |
That bloweth hither and thither | F |
But hardly stirs thy hair | F |
Hardly stirs the gossamers | E |
Or a film of thy golden hair | F |
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'Oh Mother Mother dear | F |
Bend down bend down to me | G |
Ah Mother what dost thou hear ' | - |
Hush hush my son | C |
I hear a word in the air | F |
'Ah Mother why is thy face so white | H |
Ah Mother Mother why | I |
Are thine eyes alight | H |
Ah Mother why is thy face so red | J |
Mother Mother the hair of thine head ' | - |
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Silence boy we are near them | K |
Silence boy the dead the dead | J |
I hear them I hear them I hear them | K |
They come they come they are here they are gone | L |
And they cried with a single cry | I |
'Mentana ' | - |
The word is said the night is fled | J |
Ere we knew it dawn 'tis day | M |
The graves are wide the dead are up and away | M |
On the racing winds they race | E |
To call the living land | N |
Boy I am again a wife | O |
Boy I saw thy father's face | E |
Round him rode the self same band | N |
That went round him that great day | M |
To Glory's latest Altar place | E |
Went around and fell around | P |
When the red legged assassin on the hill | Q |
With conjurations bloody and base | E |
Jabbered the slanting sunset to his will | Q |
And by such pests did so incriminate | R |
The air with murder that when weary and late | R |
Upon the well won field the conqueror stood | S |
Masters of all the eye could see | G |
The star cracked and berotted victory | G |
Burst in each glorious hand | N |
And tore the sacred limits of sweet life | O |
And sluiced the dear heart's blood | T |
Ah God if such blood could sink into the ground | P |
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Up up my son up up my soldier son | C |
On with thy white cross cap while I | I |
Bind me around with tri colour | G |
And let us go | U |
Whither Whither they have gone before | G |
Haste The dead have fleeter feet than ours | E |
See the answering vales already move | V |
What is that that like a moving sea | G |
Floods towards the citied lilies of the towers | E |
That soon shall ring | W |
'Mentana ' | - |
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Well done well done | C |
Thy little sword and gun | C |
Thou shalt wave the sword while I will cry | G |
'Mentana ' | - |
See as we run the hamlets run | C |
The little towns are waving in the sun | C |
'Mentana ' | - |
Hark the bells thunder hark the trumpets blow | U |
'Mentana ' | - |
The mountains hear the mists divide | X |
Look look on high | G |
The great tops crowned with joy and pride | X |
Clang to the clanging vales below | U |
'Mentana ' | - |
A thousand clarions blaze from side to side | X |
'Mentana ' | - |
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What must we rest again the little feet | Y |
Cub of the Lion is thy dam too fleet | Y |
Yet thou hast proved thy kind | Z |
For see the misty miles behind | Z |
And lo before us what was dim is clear | G |
The city walls the city gate | R |
The towers the towers | E |
That from our mountain seemed like flowers | E |
But hence like Pedestals that wait | R |
The Statue of our Italy divine | A2 |
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That Italy who tho' she hath been hewn | B2 |
In pieces as when the demons hew | C2 |
An angel whose immortal substance true | C2 |
To his Eternal Image is not slain | D2 |
But from a th usand falchions rears again | E2 |
Still undivided by division | C |
His everlasting beauty whole and one | C |
When sounds the trump whereat the nations rise | E |
Shall lift her unseamed body to the skies | E |
And in her flesh see God | F2 |
Sydney Thompson Dobell
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