The Eaglet Mourned Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDC EFGHIII JJKLMK NNOJJO PPQQKKK FFJRRJ SSCTTCToo hard Napoleon's fate if lone | A |
No being he had loved no single one | B |
Less dark that doom had been | C |
But with the heart of might doth ever dwell | D |
The heart of love And in his island cell | D |
Two things there were I ween | C |
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Two things a portrait and a map there were | E |
Here hung the pictured world an infant there | F |
That framed his genius this enshrined his love | G |
And as at eve he glanced round th'alcove | H |
Where jailers watched his very thoughts to spy | I |
What mused he then What dreams of years gone by | I |
Stirred 'neath that discrowned brow and fired that glistening eye | I |
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T' was not the steps of that heroic tale | J |
That from Arcola marched to Montmirail | J |
On Glory's red degrees | K |
Nor Cairo pashas' steel devouring steeds | L |
Nor the tall shadows of the Pyramids | M |
Ah 't was not always these | K |
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'T was not the bursting shell the iron sleet | N |
The whirlwind rush of battle 'neath his feet | N |
Through twice ten years ago | O |
When at his beck upon that sea of steel | J |
Were launched the rustling banners there to reel | J |
Like masts when tempests blow | O |
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'T was not Madrid nor Kremlin of the Czar | P |
Nor Pharos on Old Egypt's coast afar | P |
Nor shrill r veille's camp awakening sound | Q |
Nor bivouac couch'd its starry fires around | Q |
Crested dragoons grim veteran grenadiers | K |
Nor the red lancers 'mid their wood of spears | K |
Blazing like baleful poppies 'mong the golden ears | K |
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No 't was an infant's image fresh and fair | F |
With rosy mouth half oped as slumbering there | F |
It lay beneath the smile | J |
Of her whose breast soft bending o'er its sleep | R |
Lingering upon that little lip doth keep | R |
One pendent drop the while | J |
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Then his sad head upon his hands inclined | S |
He wept that father heart all unconfined | S |
Outpoured in love alone | C |
My blessing on thy clay cold head poor child | T |
Sole being for whose sake his thoughts beguiled | T |
Forgot the world's lost throne | C |
Victor Marie Hugo
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