Jean Chouan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFFGGHHAAIIJK B LGGMNO KPQRRNNS KTTUUIIVVWWXX YIIHDZZ A2ZZB2 B2C2D2GGE2F2G2G2BH2I 2I2IIJ2J2K2L2IIM2M2| The Whites fled and the Blues fired down the glade | A |
| A hill the plain commanded and surveyed | A |
| And round this hill of trees and verdure bare | B |
| Wild forests closed th' horizon everywhere | B |
| Safe hold and rampart were behind the mount | C |
| There the Whites halt and their small numbers count | C |
| Jean Chouan rose his long hair floating free | D |
| 'None can be dead since here our chief we see ' | E |
| They cried Jean Chouan listened to the shot | F |
| 'Are any missing No Then tarry not | F |
| But fly ' Around him women children stood | G |
| In terror 'Sons re entering quick the wood | G |
| Disperse yourselves ' As swallows scattering fly | H |
| On rapid wings when storms invade the sky | H |
| They fled to thickets drowned in mist and shade | A |
| And ran e'en brave men run when they're afraid | A |
| Dread the disorder when in trembling flight | I |
| Old men and infants at the breast unite | I |
| Fearing or to be killed or captive ta'en | J |
| Jean Chouan last did with slow steps remain | K |
| And often turned him back and made a prayer | B |
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| Sudden a cry within the glade you hear | L |
| A woman 'mid a storm of bullets stood | G |
| Already the whole band was in the wood | G |
| Jean Chouan only stays He turns and sees | M |
| A woman burdened Pale and weak she flies | N |
| Her naked feet torn by the brambles bleed | O |
| She's all alone and cries 'To help me speed ' | - |
| Jean Chouan mutters ''T is Jeanne Madeleine ' | - |
| In line of shot in middle of the plain | K |
| On her the bullets with fierce fury pour | P |
| Ah God himself must bend the victim o'er | Q |
| And take her hand and shelter 'neath his wing | R |
| Death does such numerous darts around her fling | R |
| She must be lost 'There help ' she loudly cries | N |
| But fugitives are deaf and fear denies | N |
| The balls upon the helpless peasant ran | S |
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| Then on the hill which dominates the plain | K |
| Jean Chouan bounded manly calm and proud | T |
| Dauntless 'I am Jean Chouan ' called he loud | T |
| The Blues cried ''T is the chief ' and that brave form | U |
| Engrossing all the thunder and storm | U |
| Made Death his target change 'Now take to flight | I |
| He shouts 'save yourself sister ' Mad with fright | I |
| Jeanne sped into the wood her life to save | V |
| Like pine on snow or mast upon the wave | V |
| Jean Chouan whom death seemed to fascinate | W |
| Drew up The Blues see only him 'I wait | W |
| What time your safety needs Go daughter go | X |
| Joy 'mong your kindred you again shall know | X |
| Again sweet blossoms in your bodice place ' | - |
| And he alone it was who then did face | Y |
| The storm of shot which fell on his great height | I |
| Which seemed as if e'en then would win the fight | I |
| The balls fell thick as hail With scornful eye | H |
| He smiled and raised his sword when suddenly | D |
| As a bear struck in cavern deep and wide | Z |
| He felt a ball pierce thro' and thro' his side | Z |
| He stood and said ''T is well Hail Mary maid ' | - |
| Then staggering towards the wood he turned his head | A2 |
| 'Friends friends has Jeanne your shelter reached ' he cried | Z |
| 'She's safe ' the voices from the wood replied | Z |
| Jean Chouan murmured 'Good ' and dead he fell | B2 |
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| Peasant O peasants True ye chose not well | B2 |
| But still your memory has not lessened France | C2 |
| Great were ye in your fierce dark ignorance | D2 |
| Ye whom your kings wolves priests and savage wood | G |
| Made bandits of were valiant knights and good | G |
| Through all your frightful yoke and errors foul | E2 |
| You had mysterious flashes of the soul | F2 |
| Bright rays at times from out your blindness flew | G2 |
| Hail I the banished am not hard on you | G2 |
| Exile I know the cottage roof to spare | B |
| We are proscribed and you but phantoms are | H2 |
| Brothers we all have battled but we sought | I2 |
| The future you benighted lions fought | I2 |
| To keep the past We strove to climb the height | I |
| You strove no less to sink in gulfs of night | I |
| All warred and martyrs were by different course | J2 |
| Without ambition and without remorse | J2 |
| We to shut hell you to keep wide the tomb | K2 |
| Yet on your brows from high does radiance come | L2 |
| Fraternal love and pity can unite | I |
| The sons of day with children of the night | I |
| And Hero of the Darkness in this lay | M2 |
| For you I mourn I Soldier of the Day | M2 |
Victor Marie Hugo
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