The Magyar's New-year-eve Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHII FJFKK LMLMCC NONOPP QOROSS OOOOOO TOTOOO UVUVWW| By Tem svar I hear the clarions call | A |
| The year dies Let it die It lived in vain | B |
| Gun booms to gun along the looming wall | A |
| Another year advances o'er the plain | B |
| The Despot hails it from his bannered keep | C |
| Ah Tyrant is it well to break a bondsman's sleep | C |
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| He might have dreamed and solved the conscious throes | D |
| Of Time and Fate in some soft vision blest | E |
| Sighed his thick breath in childhood's happy woes | D |
| Or spent the starry tumult of the breast | E |
| On some dear dreamland maid nor known how high | F |
| The blind heart beats to hours like this 'Tis nigh | F |
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| Lo in the air a trouble and a strife | G |
| I feel the future Mighty days to come | H |
| Strain the strong leash a moment into Life | G |
| Shapes beckon voices clamour and are dumb | H |
| And viewless nations charge upon the blast | I |
| That blows the spectral host to silence and is past | I |
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| Hark hark the great hour strikes The stroke peals 'one ' | - |
| Again again God Have the earth and sky | F |
| Stopped breathing Will it never end 'Tis done | J |
| The years are rent asunder with a cry | F |
| The big world groans from all her gulphs and caves | K |
| And sleeping Freedom stirs and rocks the martyrs' graves | K |
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| Oh ye far Few who battle worn and grey | L |
| Watch from wild peaks the plains where once ye bled | M |
| Oh ye who but in fortune less than they | L |
| Keep the lone vigil of the immortal Dead | M |
| Behold And like a fire from steep to steep | C |
| Draw draw the dreadful swords whereon ye lean and weep | C |
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| And oh you great brave harvest that war ploughed | N |
| And sown with men a grateful country yields | O |
| You bearded youth who beardless saw the proud | N |
| Ancestral glories of those smoking fields | O |
| That now beneath ten grassy years lie cold | P |
| Rise Shew your children how your fathers fought of old | P |
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| But we are fettered and a bondsman's ire | Q |
| Howe'er it flash can only end in show'rs | O |
| Who shall unlade these limbs Alas the fire | R |
| Of passion will not melt such chains as ours | O |
| We have but heated them in wrath of men | S |
| To harden them in women's tears What then | S |
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| Less than both hands at once what Freeman gives | O |
| To Freedom Stand up where the Tyrant stands | O |
| Draw in one breath the strength of slavish lives | O |
| Lift the twin justice of your loaded hands | O |
| And with that double thunder in the veins | O |
| Launch on his fated head the vengeance of your chains | O |
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| They hear I see them thro' dissolving night | T |
| Like sudden woods they rise upon the hills | O |
| The mountains stream with a descending sight | T |
| The hollow ear of vacant landscape fills | O |
| From side to side the living landscape warms | O |
| To arms Yon bleeding cloud is spread Day breaks To arms | O |
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| Aye Tyrant the day breaks Look up and fear | U |
| To arms A greater day than day is born | V |
| To arms A larger light than light is near | U |
| A blacker night than midnight foams with morn | V |
| Arise arise my Country from the flood | W |
| Arise thou god of day and dye the east with blood | W |
Sydney Thompson Dobell
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