Poet Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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Monody On The Death Of Wendell Phillips Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRS A TUVWXYK ZIA2B2C2 D2KKE2F2G2C2E2 A RH2KI2J2K2E2L2E2M2N2 O2P2Q2 R2P2KS2E2

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One by one they goB
Into the unknown darkC
Star lit brows of the braveD
Voices that drew men's soulsE
Rich is the land O DeathF
Can give you dead like our deadG
Such as he from whose handH
The magic web of romanceI
Slipt and the art was lostJ
Such as he who erewhileK
The last of the Titan broodL
With his thunder the Senate shookM
Or he who beside the CharlesN
Untoucht of envy or hateO
Tranced the world with his songP
Or that other that grey eyed seerQ
Who in pastoral Concord waysR
With Plato and H fiz walkedS
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IIA
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Not of these was the manT
Whose wraith through the mists of nightU
Through the shuddering wintry starsV
Has passed to eternal mornW
Fit were the moan of the seaX
And the clashing of cloud on cloudY
For the passing of that soulK
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Ever he faced the stormZ
No weaver of rare romanceI
No patient framer of lawsA2
No maker of wondrous rhymeB2
No bookman wrapt in his dreamC2
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His was the voice that rangD2
In the fight like a bugle callK
And yet could be tender and lowK
As when on a night in JuneE2
The hushed wind sobs in the pinesF2
His was the eye that flashedG2
With a sabre's azure gleamC2
Pointing to heights unwonE2
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IIIA
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Not for him were these daysR
Of clerky and sluggish calmH2
To the petrel the swooping galeK
Austere he seemed but the heartsI2
Of all men beat in his breastJ2
No fetter but galled his wristK2
No wrong that was not his ownE2
What if those eloquent lipsL2
Curled with the old time scornE2
What if in needless hoursM2
His quick hand closed on the hiltN2
'T was the smoke from the well won fieldsO2
That clouded the vetran's eyesP2
A fighter this to the endQ2
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Ah if in coming timesR2
Some giant evil ariseP2
And Honor falter and paleK
His were a name to conjure withS2
God send his like againE2

Thomas Bailey Aldrich



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