The Sick God Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC A EEFE A GGBG HHHH GGFG IIJI H KKKK K HHGH K LLML K BBNB| I | A |
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| nbsp nbsp nbsp In days when men had joy of war | B |
| A God of Battles sped each mortal jar | C |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp The peoples pledged him heart and hand | D |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp From Israel's land to isles afar | C |
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| II | A |
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| nbsp nbsp nbsp His crimson form with clang and chime | E |
| Flashed on each murk and murderous meeting time | E |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp And kings invoked for rape and raid | F |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp His fearsome aid in rune and rhyme | E |
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| III | A |
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| nbsp nbsp nbsp On bruise and blood hole scar and seam | G |
| On blade and bolt he flung his fulgid beam | G |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp His haloes rayed the very gore | B |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp And corpses wore his glory gleam | G |
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| IV | - |
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| nbsp nbsp nbsp Often an early King or Queen | H |
| And storied hero onward knew his sheen | H |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp 'Twas glimpsed by Wolfe by Ney anon | H |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp And Nelson on his blue demesne | H |
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| V | - |
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| nbsp nbsp nbsp But new light spread That god's gold nimb | G |
| And blazon have waned dimmer and more dim | G |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Even his flushed form begins to fade | F |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Till but a shade is left of him | G |
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| VI | - |
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| nbsp nbsp nbsp That modern meditation broke | I |
| His spell that penmen's pleadings dealt a stroke | I |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Say some and some that crimes too dire | J |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Did much to mire his crimson cloak | I |
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| VII | - |
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| nbsp nbsp nbsp Yea seeds of crescive sympathy | - |
| Were sown by those more excellent than he | - |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Long known though long contemned till then | H |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp The gods of men in amity | - |
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| VIII | - |
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| nbsp nbsp nbsp Souls have grown seers and thought out brings | K |
| The mournful many sidedness of things | K |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp With foes as friends enfeebling ires | K |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp And fury fires by gaingivings | K |
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| IX | K |
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| nbsp nbsp nbsp He scarce impassions champions now | H |
| They do and dare but tensely pale of brow | H |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp And would they fain uplift the arm | G |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Of that faint form they know not how | H |
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| X | K |
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| nbsp nbsp nbsp Yet wars arise though zest grows cold | L |
| Wherefore at whiles as 'twere in ancient mould | L |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp He looms bepatched with paint and lath | M |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp But never hath he seemed the old | L |
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| XI | K |
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| nbsp nbsp nbsp Let men rejoice let men deplore | B |
| The lurid Deity of heretofore | B |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp Succumbs to one of saner nod | N |
| nbsp nbsp nbsp The Battle god is god no more | B |
Thomas Hardy
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