Rhymes On The Road. Extract Ii. Geneva Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A B CCDDEFEFGHGIJJKKLMNN OOJJPQPPRSTGTOOJJUVU VWWXRXRYZYZ| FATE OF GENEVA IN THE YEAR | A |
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| A FRAGMENT | B |
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| Yes if there yet live some of those | C |
| Who when this small Republic rose | C |
| Quick as a startled hive of bees | D |
| Against her leaguering enemies | D |
| When as the Royal Satrap shook | E |
| His well known fetters at her gates | F |
| Even wives and mothers armed and took | E |
| Their stations by their sons and mates | F |
| And on these walls there stood yet no | G |
| Shame to the traitors would have stood | H |
| As firm a band as e'er let flow | G |
| At Freedom's base their sacred blood | I |
| If those yet live who on that night | J |
| When all were watching girt for fight | J |
| Stole like the creeping of a pest | K |
| From rank to rank from breast to breast | K |
| Filling the weak the old with fears | L |
| Turning the heroine's zeal to tears | M |
| Betraying Honor to that brink | N |
| Where one step more and he must sink | N |
| And quenching hopes which tho' the last | O |
| Like meteors on a drowning mast | O |
| Would yet have led to death more bright | J |
| Than life e'er lookt in all its light | J |
| Till soon too soon distrust alarms | P |
| Throughout the embattled thousands ran | Q |
| And the high spirit late in arms | P |
| The zeal that might have workt such charms | P |
| Fell like a broken talisman | R |
| Their gates that they had sworn should be | S |
| The gates of Death that very dawn | T |
| Gave passage widely bloodlessly | G |
| To the proud foe nor sword was drawn | T |
| Nor even one martyred body cast | O |
| To stain their footsteps as they past | O |
| But of the many sworn at night | J |
| To do or die some fled the sight | J |
| Some stood to look with sullen frown | U |
| While some in impotent despair | V |
| Broke their bright armor and lay down | U |
| Weeping upon the fragments there | V |
| If those I say who brought that shame | W |
| That blast upon GENEVA'S name | W |
| Be living still tho' crime so dark | X |
| Shall hang up fixt and unforgiven | R |
| In History's page the eternal mark | X |
| For Scorn to pierce so help me Heaven | R |
| I wish the traitorous slaves no worse | Y |
| No deeper deadlier disaster | Z |
| From all earth's ills no fouler curse | Y |
| Than to have their master | Z |
Thomas Moore
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