Lines On The Entry Of The Austrians Into Naples, 1821 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDC EFED GHGH IJIJ AAAA AAAA KLKL MAMA NONO AFAD JPJP| carbone notati | A |
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| Ay down to the dust with them slaves as they are | B |
| From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins | C |
| That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war | D |
| Be wasted for tyrants or stagnate in chains | C |
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| On on like a cloud thro' their beautiful vales | E |
| Ye locusts of tyranny blasting them o'er | F |
| Fill fill up their wide sunny waters ye sails | E |
| From each slave mart of Europe and shadow their shore | D |
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| Let their fate be a mock word let men of all lands | G |
| Laugh out with a scorn that shall ring to the poles | H |
| When each sword that the cowards let fall from their hands | G |
| Shall be forged into fetters to enter their souls | H |
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| And deep and more deep as the iron is driven | I |
| Base slaves let the whet of their agony be | J |
| To think as the Doomed often think of that heaven | I |
| They had once within reach that they might have been free | J |
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| Oh shame when there was not a bosom whose heat | A |
| Ever rose 'bove the zero of Castlereagh's heart | A |
| That did not like echo your war hymn repeat | A |
| And send all its prayers with your Liberty's start | A |
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| When the world stood in hope when a spirit that breathed | A |
| The fresh air of the olden time whispered about | A |
| And the swords of all Italy halfway unsheathed | A |
| But waited one conquering cry to flash out | A |
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| When around you the shades of your Mighty in fame | K |
| FILICAJAS and PETRARCHS seemed bursting to view | L |
| And their words and their warnings like tongues of bright flame | K |
| Over Freedom's apostles fell kindling on you | L |
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| Oh shame that in such a proud moment of life | M |
| Worth the history of ages when had you but hurled | A |
| One bolt at your tyrant invader that strife | M |
| Between freemen and tyrants had spread thro' the world | A |
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| That then oh disgrace upon manhood even then | N |
| You should falter should cling to your pitiful breath | O |
| Cower down into beasts when you might have stood men | N |
| And prefer the slave's life of prostration to death | O |
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| It is strange it is dreadful shout Tyranny shout | A |
| Thro' your dungeons and palaces Freedom is o'er | F |
| If there lingers one spark of her light tread it out | A |
| And return to your empire of darkness once more | D |
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| For if such are the braggarts that claim to be free | J |
| Come Despot of Russia thy feet let me kiss | P |
| Far nobler to live the brute bondman of thee | J |
| Than to sully even chains by a struggle like this | P |
Thomas Moore
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