To 1862 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCBBDCBEDFF E FGGFFGGGHHIJKK KJJKKJJKL EEDL EMNEENNEOCCPDOP D EE EEDQLLEQ| In Prospect Of War With America | A |
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| Oh worst of years by what signs shall we know | B |
| So dire an advent Let thy New Year's day | C |
| Be night At the east gate let the sun lay | C |
| His crown as thro' a temple hung with woe | B |
| Unkinged by mortal sorrow let him go | B |
| Down the black noon whose wan astrology | D |
| Peoples the skyey windows with dismay | C |
| To that dark charnel in the west where lo | B |
| The mobled Moon For so at the dread van | E |
| Of wars like ours the great humanity | D |
| In things not human should be wrought and wrung | F |
| Into our sight and creatures without tongue | F |
| By the dumb passion of a visible cry | - |
| Confess the coming agony of Man | E |
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| Even now this spring in winter like some young | F |
| Fair Babe of Empire ere his birth bells ring | G |
| Shewn to the people by a hoary King | G |
| Stirs me with omens What fine shock hath sprung | F |
| The fairy mines of buried life among | F |
| The clods Above spring flow'rs a bird of spring | G |
| Makes February of the winds that sing | G |
| Yule chants while March thro' Christmas brows rimehung | G |
| Looks violets and on yon grave like knoll | H |
| A girlish season sheds her April soul | H |
| Ah is this day that strains the exquisite | I |
| Strung sense to finer fibres of delight | J |
| An aimless sport of Time Or do its show'rs | K |
| Smiles birds and blooms betray the heart of conscious Pow'rs | K |
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| Methinks the innumerable eyes of ours | K |
| That must untimely close in endless night | J |
| Take in one sum their natural due of light | J |
| Feather'd like summer birds their unlived hours | K |
| Sing to them at their prison pitying flow'rs | K |
| Push thro' the bars a Future red and white | J |
| Purple and gold for them for them yon bright | J |
| Star as an eye exstils and fills and pours | K |
| Its tear and fills and weeps to fill and weep | L |
| For them that Moon from her wild couch on high | - |
| Now stretches arms that wooed Endymion | E |
| Now swooning back against the sky stares down | E |
| Like some white mask of ancient tragedy | D |
| With orbless lids that neither wake nor sleep | L |
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| Hark a far gun like all war's guns in one | E |
| Booms At that sign from the new monument | M |
| Of him who held the plough whereto he bent | N |
| His royal sword and meekly laboured on | E |
| Till when the verdict of mankind had gone | E |
| Against our peace he waiving our consent | N |
| Carried the appeal to higher courts and went | N |
| Himself to plead She whom he loved and won | E |
| The Queen of Earth and Sea her unrisen head | O |
| Bowed in a sorrowy cloud takes her slow way | C |
| To her great throne and lifting up her day | C |
| Upon her land and to that flag unfurl'd | P |
| Where wave the honour and the chastity | D |
| Of all our men and maidens living and dead | O |
| Points westward and thus breaks the silence of the world | P |
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| V | D |
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| 'Since it is War my England and nor I | - |
| On you nor you on me have drawn down one | E |
| Drop of this bloody guilt God's Will be done | E |
| Here upon earth in woe in bliss on high | - |
| Peace is but mortal and to live must die | - |
| And like that other creature of the sun | E |
| Must die in fire Therefore my English on | E |
| And burn it young again with victory | D |
| For me in all your joys I have been first | Q |
| And in this woe my place I still shall keep | L |
| I am the earliest widow that must weep | L |
| My children the first orphans The divine | E |
| Event of all God knows but come the worst | Q |
| It cannot leave your homes more dark than mine ' | - |
Sydney Thompson Dobell
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