My Napoleon Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCADA EFEFGFGF HBHBDDDD IIIIDBDB JKJKDFDF LBMBFIFI| Above all others everywhere I see | A |
| His image cold or burning | B |
| My brain it thrills and many time sets free | A |
| The thoughts within me yearning | B |
| My quivering lips pour forth the words | C |
| That cluster in his name of glory | A |
| The star gigantic with its ray of swords | D |
| Whose gleams irradiate all modern story | A |
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| I see his finger pointing where the shell | E |
| Should fall to slay most rabble | F |
| And save foul regicides or strike the knell | E |
| Of weaklings 'mid the tribunes' babble | F |
| A consul then o'er young but proud | G |
| With midnight poring thinned and sallow | F |
| But dreams of empire pierce the transient cloud | G |
| And round pale face and lank locks form the halo | F |
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| And soon the Caesar with an eye a flame | H |
| Whole nations' contact urging | B |
| To gain his soldiers gold and flame | H |
| O Sun on high emerging | B |
| Whose dazzling lustre fired the hells | D |
| Embosomed in grim bronze which free rose | D |
| To change five hundred thousand base born Tells | D |
| Into his host of half million heroes | D |
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| What next a captive Yea and caged apart | I |
| No weight of arms enfolded | I |
| Can crush the turmoil in that seething heart | I |
| Which Nature not her journeymen self moulded | I |
| Let sordid jailers vex their prize | D |
| But only bends that blow to lightning | B |
| As gazing from the seaward rock his sighs | D |
| Cleave through the storm and haste where France lay bright'ning | B |
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| Alone but greater True the sceptre's broke | J |
| Yet lingers still some power | K |
| In tears of woe man's metal may revoke | J |
| In temper of high hour | K |
| For baiting breath e'er list the kings | D |
| The pinion clipped may grow the eagle | F |
| May burst in frantic thirst for home the rings | D |
| And rend the Bulldog Fox and Bear and Beagle | F |
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| And lastly grandest 'tween dark sea and here | L |
| Eternal brightness coming | B |
| The eye so weary's freshened with a tear | M |
| As rises distant drumming | B |
| And wailing cheer they pass the pale | F |
| His army mourns though still's the end hid | I |
| And from his war stained cloak he answers 'Hail | F |
| And spurns the bed of gloom for throne aye splendid | I |
Victor Marie Hugo
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