The Swiss Mercenaries Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A A ABABACACDAEA FGADHAAAABAB IJHJKLMLANAN AAOAPQMQRSTS AUBUAVAVWFAF JNXNAYHYDAAA ZA2B2A2BC2AC2ATB2T D2E2F2E2F2G2AH2AI2J2 I2 D

Lorsque le regiment des hallebardiersA
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Bk XXXIA
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When the regiment of HalberdiersA
Is proudly marching byB
The eagle of the mountain screamsA
From out his stormy skyB
Who speaketh to the precipiceA
And to the chasm sheerC
Who hovers o'er the thrones of kingsA
And bids the caitiffs fearC
King of the peak and glacierD
King of the cold white scalpsA
He lifts his head at that close treadE
The eagle of the AlpsA
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O shame those men that march belowF
O ignominy direG
Are the sons of my free mountainsA
Sold for imperial hireD
Ah the vilest in the dungeonH
Ah the slave upon the seasA
Is great is pure is gloriousA
Is grand compared with theseA
Who born amid my holy rocksA
In solemn places highB
Where the tall pines bend like rushesA
When the storm goes sweeping byB
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Yet give the strength of foot they learnedI
By perilous path and floodJ
And from their blue eyed mothers wonH
The old mysterious bloodJ
The daring that the good south windK
Into their nostrils blewL
And the proud swelling of the heartM
With each pure breath they drewL
The graces of the mountain glensA
With flowers in summer gayN
And all the glories of the hillsA
To earn a lackey's payN
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Their country free and joyousA
She of the rugged sidesA
She of the rough peaks arrogantO
Whereon the tempest ridesA
Mother of the unconquered thoughtP
And of the savage formQ
Who brings out of her sturdy heartM
The hero and the stormQ
Who giveth freedom unto manR
And life unto the beastS
Who hears her silver torrents ringT
Like joy bells at a feastS
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Who hath her caves for palacesA
And where her ch lets standU
The proud old archer of AltorfB
With his good bow in his handU
Is she to suckle jailersA
Shall shame and glory restV
Amid her lakes and glaciersA
Like twins upon her breastV
Shall the two headed eagleW
Marked with her double blowF
Drink of her milk through all those heartsA
Whose blood he bids to flowF
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Say was it pomp ye neededJ
And all the proud arrayN
Of courtly joust and high paradeX
Upon a gala dayN
Look up have not my valleysA
Their torrents white with foamY
Their lines of silver bullionH
On the blue hillocks of homeY
Doth not sweet May embroiderD
My rocks with pearls and flowersA
Her fingers trace a richer laceA
Than yours in all my bowersA
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Are not my old peaks gildedZ
When the sun arises proudA2
And each one shakes a white mist plumeB2
Out of the thunder cloudA2
O neighbor of the golden skyB
Sons of the mountain sodC2
Why wear a base king's colorsA
For the livery of GodC2
O shame despair to see my AlpsA
Their giant shadows flingT
Into the very waiting roomB2
Of tyrant and of kingT
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O thou deep heaven unsullied yetD2
Into thy gulfs sublimeE2
Up azure tracts of flaming lightF2
Let my free pinion climbE2
Till from my sight in that clear lightF2
Earth and her crimes be goneG2
The men who act the evil deedsA
The caitiffs who look onH2
Far far into that space immenseA
Beyond the vast white veilI2
Where distant stars come out and shineJ2
And the great sun grows paleI2
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BP ALEXANDERD

Victor-marie Hugo



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