The Heroes Of Waterloo Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CCDDEEFFGGHHII JJKKLLMMLLNNOOPPQQRR SSTTUUBBVVWX YZA2A2EEB2B2 C2C2D2D2E2E2F2F2FF G2G2H2H2 I2I2J2J2K2K2L2L2| Address written for a Benefit at a Provincial Theatre for the | A |
| Wounded Survivors Families and Relatives of the Heroes of Waterloo | B |
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| Once more Britannia sheathes her conqu'ring sword | C |
| And Peace returns by Victory restored | C |
| Peace that erewhile estranged 'midst long alarms | D |
| Scarce welcomed home was ravish'd from our arms | D |
| What time fierce bounding from his broken chain | E |
| Gaul's banish'd Despot re aspired to reign | E |
| Whilst at his call prompt minions of his breath | F |
| Round his dire throne rush'd Havoc Spoil and Death | F |
| With wonted pomp his baleful ensign blazed | G |
| And Europe shrunk and shudder'd as she gazed | G |
| Insulted Liberty her tocsin rung | H |
| Again Britannia to the combat sprung | H |
| Star of the Nations her auspicious form | I |
| Led on their march and foremost braved the storm | I |
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| Pent in its clouds ere yet the tempest flash'd | J |
| Ere peal on peal the mingling thunder crash'd | J |
| While Fate hung dubious o'er the marshall'd powers | K |
| What anxious fears what trembling hopes were ours | K |
| For never yet from Gallia's confines came | L |
| War's fell eruption with so fierce a flame | L |
| She sent a Chief matur'd in martial strife | M |
| Who fought for fame for empire and for life | M |
| Whose Host had sworn deep stung with recent shame | L |
| To satiate vengeance and retrieve their fame | L |
| Each furious impulse each hot throb was there | N |
| That spurs Ambition or inflames Despair | N |
| Then Britain fix'd on her Unconquer'd Son | O |
| Her eye her hope immortal WELLINGTON | O |
| He skill'd to crash with one collective blow | P |
| Sustain'd sedate the fierce assaulting foe | P |
| How stood his squadrons like the steadfast rock | Q |
| Frowning on Ocean's ineffectual shock | Q |
| Till forward summon'd to the fierce attack | R |
| They give to Gaul his furious onset back | R |
| Swift on its prey each fiery legion springs | S |
| As when Heaven's ire the vollied lightning wings | S |
| Then Gallia's blood in expiation stream'd | T |
| Then trembling Europe saw her fate redeem'd | T |
| And England radiant in her triumph past | U |
| Beheld them all transcended in the last | U |
| Yes raptured Britons blest the gale that blew | B |
| The tidings home the tale of Waterloo | B |
| But oh while joy tumultuous hail'd the day | V |
| Cold on the plain what gallant victims lay | V |
| Deaf to the triumph of their sacred cause | W |
| Deaf to their country's shout the world's applause | X |
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| Rear high the column bid the marble breathe | Y |
| Pour soft the verse and twine the laureate wreath | Z |
| From year to year let musing Memory shed | A2 |
| Her tenderest tears to grace the glorious dead | A2 |
| 'Tis ours with grateful ardour to sustain | E |
| The wounded veteran on his bed of pain | E |
| To soothe the widow sunk in anguish deep | B2 |
| Whose orphan weeps to see its mother weep | B2 |
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| Oh when outstretch'd on that triumphant field | C2 |
| The prostrate Warrior felt his labours seal'd | C2 |
| Felt 'midst the shout of Victory pealing round | D2 |
| Life's eddying stream fast welling from his wound | D2 |
| Perchance Affection bade her visions rise | E2 |
| Wife children floated o'er his closing eyes | E2 |
| For them alone he heaved the bitter sigh | F2 |
| Yet for his country glorying thus to die | F2 |
| To her bequeath'd them with his parting breath | F |
| And sunk serene in unregretted death | F |
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| To no cold ear was that appeal prefer'd | G2 |
| With glowing bosom grateful England heard | G2 |
| With liberal hand she pours the prompt relief | H2 |
| Soothes the sick head and wipes the tear of grief | H2 |
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| Our humble efforts consecrate to night | I2 |
| To this great cause our small but willing mite | I2 |
| Bright are the wreaths the warrior's urn which grace | J2 |
| And bless'd the bounty that protects his race | J2 |
| Thus warm'd thus waken'd with congenial fire | K2 |
| Each hero's son shall emulate his sire | K2 |
| From age to age prolong the glorious line | L2 |
| And guard their country with a shield divine | L2 |
Thomas Gent
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