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The Youth Of England To Garibaldi's Legend Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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O ye who by the gaping earth	A
Where faint with resurrection lay	B
An empire struggling into birth	A
Her storm strown beauty cold with clay	B
The free winds round her flowery head	C
Her feet still rooted with the dead	C
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Leaned on the unconquered arms that clave	D
Her tomb like Judgment and foreknew	E
The life for which you rent the grave	D
Would rise to breathe beam beat for you	F
In every pulse of passionate mood	G
A people's glorious gratitude	G
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But heard far off the mobled woe	H
Of some new plaintiff for the light	I
And leave your dear reward and go	H
In haste yet once again to smite	I
The hills and like a flood unlock	J
Another nation from the rock	J
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Oh ye who sure of nought but God	I
And death go forth to turn the page	K
Of life and in your heart's best blood	I
Date anew the chaptered age	K
Ye o'er whom as the abyss	L
O'er Curtius sundered worlds shall kiss	L
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Do ye dream what ye have done	E
What ye are and shall be Nay	E
Comets rushing to the sun	E
And dyeing the tremendous way	E
With glory look not back nor know	H
How they blind the earth below	H
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From wave to wave our race rolls on	E
In seas that rise and fall and rise	M
Our tide of Man beneath the moon	E
Sets from the verge to yonder skies	M
Throb after throb the ancient might	I
In such a thousand hills renews the earliest height	I
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'Tis something o'er that moving vast	I
To look across the centuries	N
Which heave the purple of a past	I
That was and is not and yet is	O
And in that awful light to see	P
The crest of far Thermopyl	H
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And as a fisher draws his fly	H
Ripple by ripple from shore to shore	Q
To draw our floating gaze and try	H
The more by less the less by more	Q
And find a peer to that sublime	R
Old height in the last surge of time	R
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'Tis something yet great Clio's reed	I
Greek with the sap of Castaly	H
In her most glorious word midway	E
Begins to weep and bleed	I
And Clio lest she burn the line	E
Hides her blushing face divine	E
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While that maternal muse so white	I
And lean with trying to forget	I
Moves her mute lips and at the sight	I
As if all suns that ever set	I
Slanted on a mortal ear	S
What man can feel but cannot hear	S
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We know and know not how we know	H
That when heroic Greece uprist	I
Sicilia broke a daughter's vow	D
And failed the inexorable tryst	I
We know that when those Spartans drew	F
Their swords too many and too few	F
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A presage blanched the Olympian hill	H
To moonlight the old Thunderer nods	T
But all the sullen air is chill	H
With rising Fates and younger gods	T
Jove saw his peril and spake one blind	I
Pale coward touched them with mankind	I
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What then on that Sicanian ground	I
Which soured the blood of Greece to shame	U
To make the voice of praise resound	I
A triumph that if Grecian fame	U
Blew it on her clarion old	I
Had warmed the silver trump to gold	I
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What then brothers to brim o'er	V
The measure Greece could scarcely brim	W
And calling Victory from the dim	W
Of that remote Thessalian shore	Q
Make his naked limbs repeat	I
What in the harness of defeat	I
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He did of old and at the head	I
Of modern men renewing thus	X
Thermopyl with Xerxes fled	I
And every Greek Leonidas	X
Untitle the proud Past and crown	E
The heroic ages in our own	E
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Oh ye whom they who cry 'how long'	J
See and as nestlings in the nest	I
Sink silent sink into their rest	I
Oh ye in whom the Right and Wrong	J
That this old world of Day and Night	I
Crops upon its black and white	I
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Shall strike and in the last extremes	X
Of final best and worst complete	I
The circuit of your light and heat	I
Oh ye who walk upon our dreams	X
And live unknowing how or why	H
The vision and the prophecy	X
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In every tabernacled tent	I
Eat shew bread from the altar and wot	I
Not of it drink a sacrament	I
At every draught and know it not	I
Breathe a nobler year whose least	I
Worst day is as the fast and feast	I
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Of men and with such steps as chime	R
To nothing lower than the ears	X
Can hear to whom the marching spheres	X
Beat the universal time	R
Thro' our Life's perplexity	I
March the land and sail the sea	I
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O'er those fields where Hate hath led	I
So oft the hosts of Crime and Pain	E
March to break the captive's chain	E
To heal the sick to raise the dead	I
And where the last deadliest rout	I
Of furies cavern to cast out	I
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Those D mons ay to meet the fell	H
Foul belch of swarming Satan hot	I
From tna and down tna's throat	I
Drench that vomit back to hell	H
In the east your star doth burn	E
The tide of Fate is on the turn	E
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The thrown powers that mar or make	J
Man's good lie shed upon the sands	X
Or on the wave about to break	J
Are flotsam that nor swims nor stands	X
Earth is cold and pale a swoon	E
With fear to the watch tower of noon	E
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The sun climbs sick and sorrowful	H
Or like clouded C sar doth fold	I
His falling greatness to behold	I
Some crescent evil near the full	H
Hell flickers and the sudden reel	H
Of fortune stopping in mid wheel	H
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Till the shifted current blows	X
Clacks the knocking balls of chance	X
And the metred world's advance	X
Pauses at the rhythmic close	X
One stave is ended and the next	I
Chords its discords on the vext	I
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And tuning Time this is the hour	V
When weak Nature's need should be	I
The Hero's opportunity	I
And heart and hand are Right and Power	V
And he who will not serve may reign	E
And who dares well dares nought in vain	E
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Behind you History stands a gape	Y
On either side the incarnadine	E
Hot nations in whom war's wild wine	E
Burns like vintage thro' the grape	Y
See you ruddy with the morn	E
Of Freedom see you and for scorn	E
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As on that old day of wrath	Z
The hosts drew off in hope and doubt	I
And the shepherd boy stept out	I
To sling Jud a upon Gath	Z
Furl in two and still as stone	E
Like a red sea let you on	E
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On ay tho' at war's alarms	X
That sea should flood into a foe	H
On the horns of Jericho	H
Blow when Virtue blows to arms	X
Numberless or numbered on	E
Men are millions God is one	E
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On who waits for favouring gales	X
What hap can ground your Argosy	I
A nation's blessings fill your sails	X
And tho' her wrongs scorched ocean dry	H
Yet ah her blood and tears could roll	H
Another sea from pole to pole	H
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On day round ye summer bloom	A2
Beneath in your young veins the bliss	X
Of youth Who asks more Ask but this	X
And ask as One will ask at Doom	A2
If lead be true if steel be keen	E
If hearts be pure if hands be clean	E
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On night round ye the worst roak	J
Of Fortune poisoning all youth's bliss	X
Each grass a sword each Delphic oak	J
An omen Who dreads Dread but this	X
Blunted steel and lead unsure	B2
Hands unclean and hearts impure	B2
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Full of love to God and man	E
As girt Martha's wageless toil	H
Gracious as the wine and oil	H
Of the good Samaritan	E
Healing to our wrongs and us	X
As Abraham's breast to Lazarus	X
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Piteous as the cheek that gave	D
Its patience to the smiter still	H
Rendering nought but good for ill	H
Tho' the greatest good ye have	D
Be iron and your love and ruth	C2
Speak but from the cannon's mouth	D2
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On you servants of the Lord	I
In the right of servitude	I
Reap the life He sowed and blood	I
His frenzied people with the sword	I
And the blessing shall be yours	X
That falls upon the peacemakers	X
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Ay tho' trump and clarion blare	E2
Tho' your charging legions rock	J
Earth's bulwarks tho' the slaughtered air	E2
Be carrion and the encountered shock	J
Of your clashing battles jar	F2
The rung heav'ns this is Peace not War	Q
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With that two edged sword that cleaves	X
Crowned insolence to awe	G2
And whose backward lightning leaves	X
Licence stricken into law	H
Fill till slaves and tyrants cease	X
The sacred panurgy of peace	X
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Peace as outraged peace can rise	X
When her eye that watched and prayed	I
Sees upon the favouring skies	X
The great sign so long delayed	I
And from hoofed and trampled sod	I
She leaps transfigured to a god	I
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Meets amid her smoking land	I
The chariot of careering War	Q
Locks the whirlwind of his car	F2
Wrests the thunder from his hand	I
And with his own bolt down hurl'd	I
Brains the monster from the world	I
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Hark he comes His nostrils cast	I
Like chaff before him flocks and men	E
Oh proud proud day in yonder glen	E
Look on your heroes Look your last	I
Your last and draw in with the passionate eye	H
Of love's last look the si	I