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Ode, To The Duke Of Wellington Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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This this is inspiration's hour	A
Poetic Genius rushing on my soul	B
Rouses her every sense her every power	A
And with a force too mighty to controul	B
Inspires the warm enthusiastic song	C
Now will I sing O Wellington of thee	D
To thee my plausive strains of right belong	C
For thee my lyre shall pour its choicest harmony	D
Long have I fondly mused the theme sublime	E
And from my grateful heart of patriot flame	F
In secret offer'd incense to thy name	F
But dared not with unhallow'd rhyme	E
Profane the British Hero's fame	F
Thrice welcome this propitious time	E
Now joining with my Country's minstrel band	G
Thy deeds O Wellington will I rehearse	H
In lofty never dying verse	H
To which Britannia's self shall deign	I
To lend a listening ear	J
While in thy military swift career	K
Triumphantly she leads thee by the hand	G
And proudly thrones thee high in glory's fane	I
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In yonder eastern climes afar	L
What dawning light attracts the Muse's eye	M
She feels the influence of her ruling star	L
And with an eagle's gaze an eagle's wings	N
As to Apollo's self transported springs	N
'Tis Wellington in Victory's brilliant car	L
Who his triumphal progress has begun	O
Around him honour's sun	O
Shoots forth its orient ray	P
In wondering India's sky	M
He rises like the God of day	P
Greet him O England greet thy conquering Son	O
O could'st thou but foresee	D
The events of dark futurity	P
How would'st thou then adore the name of Wellington	O
Know he shall soon thy thunders wield	P
In many a European field	P
Confound thy haughty foes with dread amaze	Q
And fill the dazzled world with his meridian blaze	Q
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To Europe's frighten'd eyes	R
What scenes of horror rise	R
See from the darkness of the infernal world	P
Where with the rebel demons he was hurl'd	P
See Revolution rears his hydra head	P
Ill fated Gallia is his destined prey	P
Thither the Monster makes his furious way	P
And with a loud ferocious yell	B
That strikes the earth with dread	P
And spreads delight through hell	B
He summons all his hideous train	I
To strengthen and support his reign	I
Broke are the bonds of social life	S
All kindred all domestic ties	R
Mid scenes of anarchy and civil strife	S
Mid plots cabals and murderous rivalries	T
Eager for prey with licence unconfined	P
Range the fierce Passions of the human mind	P
Ambition Avarice Anger Vengeance Hate	P
With frantic men rejoicing devils howl	B
And all hell's ravenous blood hounds barking prowl	B
O could oblivion veil that direst page of fate	P
The revolutionary storm subsides	U
Lo now proud Gallia's Genius towers on high	M
O'er half Europa he already strides	U
And glorying in his might threats earth and sky	M
The neighbouring nations vanquish'd to his sway	P
Like abject slaves his tyrant power obey	P
What conqueror leads the Gallic armies on	V
Fortune's loved child Ambition's darling son	O
'Tis the French Emperor great Napoleon	O
And subject to his high imperial will	B
His warlike marshals his commands fulfil	B
What can resist their overwhelming force	W
Has Liberty no succour no resource	W
She has she has O save her Wellington	O
Ere yet unhappy Spain be forced to yield	P
Fly with Britannic forces to the field	P
And pluck the noblest palm thou yet hast won	O
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The memory of Talavera's day	P
Still strikes our foes with wonder and dismay	P
There did the Briton soldier boldly claim	F
The honour due to his illustrious name	F
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On Torres Vedras' height	P
Like Jove upon the Olympian steep	X
When he defied the Giant race to fight	P
Thy station calmly didst thou keep	X
Despite the vengeful threats of boasting France	Y
How didst thou long to see her powers advance	Y
But no the veteran Chief Massena fled	P
Swiftly thy ardent troops his flight pursue	Z
His soldiers fall in crowds Confusion Fear	K
And Slaughter dog them in the rear	K
Famine and Desolation meet their van	A2
Spaniard with Portuguese in vengeance vies	R
New toils they still encounter dangers new	Z
Thus Fortune's Favourite this unconquer'd man	A2
Accomplishes his haughty boast	P
Home he returns with less than half his host	P
His baggage ordnance thine brave Wellington	O
And all his wreaths in former warfare won	O
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So Albion throned upon her rocky seat	P
Sees the proud swelling billows idly beat	P
Resistance needs not their assaults to foil	B
Shrinking into themselves they straight recoil	B
Leaving foam dirt and sea weed at her feet	P
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On Douro's banks	B2
Methinks I view the hostile threatening ranks	B2
The Lord of war to battle calls	C2
Hark through the affrighted sky	M
Bursts the dread cannons' roar	D2
While thousand slaughterous balls	C2
In vollies whizzing fly	M
See see the Gallic Captain falls	C2
His bold achievements now are o'er	A
The Britons shout and rush into the field	P
The French dishearten'd yield	P
What heaps of wounded slain	I
O'er all the encumber'd plain	I
They now resist no more	D2
Hail Wellington	O
The battle's won	O
The voices of Renown the tidings spread	P
Exulting England echoes thy applause	E2
Ambitious Gallia hears thy name with dread	P
While European Freedom lifts her head	P
And hails the great Defender of her cause	F2
Hero of England with admiring eyes	R
We trace in thee the noble qualities	T
That constitute the Chief complete	P
In others oft they singly shine	G2
In thee they all united meet	P
And in one galaxy their rays combine	G2
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Nature has given thee an intrepid heart	P
That ever glows with patriotic flame	F
And with the impassion'd love of martial fame	F
And gifted too thou art	P
With a strong hardy frame	F
Patient of toils and hardships In thy mind	P
Deep judgment with sagacity we find	P
Coolness and firmness in rare union join'd	P
In tactics versed in all the rules of art	P
By long experience taught thou play'st the Chieftain's part	P
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Lo now in vision rapt I view	Z
The far famed plains of Waterloo	Z
As slowly dimly dawns the morning light	P
Around the battle field I cast my sight	P
Thrill'd with delight severe with awe opprest	P
My labouring heart throbs wildly in my breast	P
Hail fellow countrymen I trust in you	Z
And in your great Commander too	Z
Hail valiant Britons hail brave Wellington	O
Full many a conquest have ye gain'd	P
O may another now be soon obtain'd	P
But yonder see the great Napoleon	O
Secure of victory he proudly stands	H2
Surrounded by his choicest veteran bands	H2
Who welcome with loud shouts their long loved Chief	I2
From Elba's isle return'd from exile brief	I2
They idolize him as the warrior God	P
And burn with zeal to obey his voice his nod	P
The opponent armies on each other gaze	Q
And look defiance though the view dismays	Q
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Sudden the French artillery rends the skies	R
And the Britannic instantly replies	R
Hundreds of brazen throats shoot forth afar	L
Their iron globes those thunderbolts of war	D2
Hundreds of soldiers fall upon the plain	I
Some shot expire more wounded writhe in pain	I
The cavalries to combat fiercely dash	J2
And like two comets 'gainst each other clash	J2
Horses and men roll mingled on the ground	P
Confusion slaughter horror all around	P
Regiments of infantry form quick the square	K2
And the fierce charging horsemen firmly dare	K2
In vain to break them every means they try	M
The troops well disciplined the attempts defy	M
Long time in dread suspense the strife remains	L2
While heaps of dead and wounded load the plains	L2
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Angel of Britain guard our Hero's life	S
On that on that depends the upshot of the fight	P
How does Napoleon's soul indignant burn	M2
Resolving now his last resource to try	M
And urge his desperate way to victory	D
He straight commands a vast o'erpowering force	W
Of infantry artillery and horse	W
The centre of his stubborn foe to turn	M2
Ah now tremendous grows the strife	S
On either side they war as Furies now	N2
What deluges of blood what waste of life	S
How will the mighty struggle finish how	N2
Thank heaven 'tis o'er the French driven back retire	O2
Again I breathe more freely I respire	O2
Lo Bulow with the Prussian force appears	P2
The British Chief with joy his cannon hears	Q2
And flush'd with confidence exulting cries	R
We'll conquer yet advance my friends advance	Y
Shouting they spring upon their enemies	T
See Wellington the great Napoleon flies	R
Britannia yet again has triumph'd over France	Y