An Ode Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCDEFCGGE HHIHJJI A KLMMNNOOPPQRSSTUTUU A VWWXYSMYMZGMA2A2B2SS C2C2D2HNND2HE2NF2F2E 2 AG2G2SSG2A

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NOT with slow funereal soundB
Come we to this sacred groundB
Not with wailing fife and solemn muffled drumC
Bringing a cypress wreathD
To lay with bended kneeE
On the cold brows of DeathF
Not so dear God we comeC
But with the trumpets blareG
And shot torn battle banners flung to airG
As for a victoryE
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Hark to the measured tread of martial feetH
The music and the murmurs of the streetH
No bugle breathes this dayI
Disaster and retreatH
Hark how the iron lipsJ
Of the great battle shipsJ
Salute the City from her azure BayI
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Time was time was ah unforgotten yearsK
We paid our hero tribute of our tearsL
But now let goM
All sounds and signs and formulas of woeM
T is Life not Death we celebrateN
To Life not Death we dedicateN
This storied bronze whereon is wroughtO
The lithe immortal figure of our thoughtO
To show forever to men s eyesP
Our children s children s children s eyesP
How once he stoodQ
In that heroic moodR
He and his dusky bravesS
So fain of glorious gravesS
One instant stood and thenT
Drave through that cloud of purple steel and flameU
Which wrapt him held him gave him not againT
But in its trampled ashes left to FameU
An everlasting nameU
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That was indeed to liveV
At one bold swoop to wrestW
From darkling death the bestW
That death to life can giveX
He fell as Roland fellY
That day at RoncevauxS
With foot upon the ramparts of the foeM
A p an not a knellY
For heroes dying soM
No need for sorrow hereZ
No room for sigh or tearG
Save such rich tears as happy eyelids knowM
See where he rides our KnightA2
Within his eyes the lightA2
Of battle and youth s gold about his browB2
Our Paladin our Soldier of the CrossS
Not weighing gain with lossS
World loser that won allC2
Obeying duty s callC2
Not his at peril s frownD2
A pulse of quicker beatH
Not his to hesitateN
And parley hold with FateN
But proudly to fling downD2
His gauntlet at her feetH
O soul of loyal valor and white truthE2
Here by this iron gateN
Thy serried ranks about thee as of yoreF2
Stand thou for evermoreF2
In thy undying youthE2
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The tender heart the eagle eyeA
Oh unto him belongG2
The homages of SongG2
Our praises and the praiseS
Of coming daysS
To him belongG2
To him to him the dead that shall not dieA

Thomas Bailey Aldrich



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