The Magyar's New-year-eve Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHII FJFKK LMLMCC NONOPP QOROSS OOOOOO TOTOOO UVUVWWBy 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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