Ode, To The Duke Of Wellington Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEFFEFEGHHIJK GI LMLNNLOOPMPODPOPPQQ RRPPPPPBPBIISRSTPPPB BPUMUMPPVOOBBWWOPPO PPFF PXPXYYPZKKA2RZA2PPOO PPBBP B2B2C2MD2C2MC2APPIID 2OOPE2PPF2RTPG2PG2 PFFPFPPPPP ZZPPPPZZOPPOH2H2I2I2 PPQQ RRLD2IIJ2J2PPK2K2MML 2L2 SPM2MDWWM2SN2SN2O2O2 P2Q2RYTRY| 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 |
Thomas Oldham
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