Flourish Of Trumpets Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACBDDEFGGHIIH JKHLHLMNMOONFCFPHark 'tis the sound that charms | A |
The war steed's wakening ears | B |
Oh many a mother folds her arms | A |
Round her boy soldier when that call she hears | C |
And tho' her fond heart sink with fears | B |
Is proud to feel his young pulse bound | D |
With valor's fever at the sound | D |
See from his native hills afar | E |
The rude Helvetian flies to war | F |
Careless for what for whom he fights | G |
For slave or despot wrongs or rights | G |
A conqueror oft a hero never | H |
Yet lavish of his life blood still | I |
As if 'twere like his mountain rill | I |
And gushed forever | H |
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Yes Music here even here | J |
Amid this thoughtless vague career | K |
Thy soul felt charm asserts its wondrous power | H |
There's a wild air which oft among the rocks | L |
Of his own loved land at evening hour | H |
Is heard when shepherds homeward pipe their flocks | L |
Whose every note hath power to thrill his mind | M |
With tenderest thoughts to bring around his knees | N |
The rosy children whom he left behind | M |
And fill each little angel eye | O |
With speaking tears that ask him why | O |
He wandered from his hut for scenes like these | N |
Vain vain is then the trumpet's brazen roar | F |
Sweet notes of home of love are all he hears | C |
And the stern eyes that looked for blood before | F |
Now melting mournful lose themselves in tears | P |
Thomas Moore
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