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 callA
The year dies Let it die It lived in vainB
Gun booms to gun along the looming wallA
Another year advances o'er the plainB
The Despot hails it from his bannered keepC
Ah Tyrant is it well to break a bondsman's sleepC
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He might have dreamed and solved the conscious throesD
Of Time and Fate in some soft vision blestE
Sighed his thick breath in childhood's happy woesD
Or spent the starry tumult of the breastE
On some dear dreamland maid nor known how highF
The blind heart beats to hours like this 'Tis nighF
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Lo in the air a trouble and a strifeG
I feel the future Mighty days to comeH
Strain the strong leash a moment into LifeG
Shapes beckon voices clamour and are dumbH
And viewless nations charge upon the blastI
That blows the spectral host to silence and is pastI
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Hark hark the great hour strikes The stroke peals 'one '-
Again again God Have the earth and skyF
Stopped breathing Will it never end 'Tis doneJ
The years are rent asunder with a cryF
The big world groans from all her gulphs and cavesK
And sleeping Freedom stirs and rocks the martyrs' gravesK
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Oh ye far Few who battle worn and greyL
Watch from wild peaks the plains where once ye bledM
Oh ye who but in fortune less than theyL
Keep the lone vigil of the immortal DeadM
Behold And like a fire from steep to steepC
Draw draw the dreadful swords whereon ye lean and weepC
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And oh you great brave harvest that war ploughedN
And sown with men a grateful country yieldsO
You bearded youth who beardless saw the proudN
Ancestral glories of those smoking fieldsO
That now beneath ten grassy years lie coldP
Rise Shew your children how your fathers fought of oldP
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But we are fettered and a bondsman's ireQ
Howe'er it flash can only end in show'rsO
Who shall unlade these limbs Alas the fireR
Of passion will not melt such chains as oursO
We have but heated them in wrath of menS
To harden them in women's tears What thenS
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Less than both hands at once what Freeman givesO
To Freedom Stand up where the Tyrant standsO
Draw in one breath the strength of slavish livesO
Lift the twin justice of your loaded handsO
And with that double thunder in the veinsO
Launch on his fated head the vengeance of your chainsO
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They hear I see them thro' dissolving nightT
Like sudden woods they rise upon the hillsO
The mountains stream with a descending sightT
The hollow ear of vacant landscape fillsO
From side to side the living landscape warmsO
To arms Yon bleeding cloud is spread Day breaks To armsO
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Aye Tyrant the day breaks Look up and fearU
To arms A greater day than day is bornV
To arms A larger light than light is nearU
A blacker night than midnight foams with mornV
Arise arise my Country from the floodW
Arise thou god of day and dye the east with bloodW

Sydney Thompson Dobell



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