The Roman Gravemounds Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB C CD EFEF GHGH IJI KDKDBy Rome's dim relics there walks a man | A |
Eyes bent and he carries a basket and spade | B |
I guess what impels him to scrape and scan | A |
Yea his dreams of that Empire long decayed | B |
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'Vast was Rome ' he must muse 'in the worlds regard | C |
Vast it looms there still Vast it ever will be ' | - |
And he stoops as to dig and unmine some shard | C |
Left by those who are held in such memory | D |
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But no in his basket see he has brought | E |
A little white furred thing stiff of limb | F |
Whose life never won from the world a thought | E |
It is this and not Rome that is moving him | F |
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And to make it a grave he has come to the spot | G |
And he delves in the ancient dead's long home | H |
Their fames their achievements the man knows not | G |
The furred thing is all to him nothing Rome | H |
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'Here say you that Caesar's warriors lie | I |
But my little white cat was my only friend | J |
Could she but live might the record die | I |
Of Caesar his legions his aims his end ' | - |
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Well Rome's long rule here is oft and again | K |
A theme for the sages of history | D |
And the small furred life was worth no one's pen | K |
Yet its mourner's mood has a charm for me | D |
Thomas Hardy
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