Ultima Verba (my Last Word) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Quand m me grandirait l'abjection publique	A
A ce point d'adorer l'ex crable trompeur	B
Quand m me l'Angleterre et m me l'Am rique	A
Diraient l'exil Va t'en nous avons peur	B
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Quand m me nous serions comme la feuille morte	C
Quand pour plaire C sar on nous ren rait tous	D
Quand le proscrit devrait s'enfuir de porte en porte	C
Aux hommes d chir comme un haillon aux clous	D
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Quand le d sert o Dieu contre l'homme proteste	C
Bannirait les bannis chasserait les chass s	D
Quand m me inf me aussi l che comme le reste	C
Le tombeau jetterait dehors les tr pass s	D
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Je ne fl chirai pas Sans plainte dans la bouche	E
Calme le deuil au coeur d daignant le troupeau	F
Je vous embrasserai dans mon exil farouche	E
Patrie mon autel Libert mon drapeau	F
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Mes nobles compagnons je garde votre culte	C
Bannis la R publique est l qui nous unit	C
J'attacherai la gloire tout ce qu'on insulte	C
Je jetterai l'opprobre tout ce qu'on b nit	C
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Je serai sous le sac de cendre qui me couvre	B
La voix qui dit malheur la bouche qui dit non	G
Tandis que tes valets te montreront ton Louvre	B
Moi je te montrerai C sar ton cabanon	G
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Devant les trahisons et les t tes courb es	D
Je croiserai les bras indign mais serein	G
Sombre fid lit pour les choses tomb es	D
Sois ma force et ma joie et mon pilier d'airain	G
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Oui tant qu'il sera l qu'on c de ou qu'on persiste	C
O France France aim e et qu'on pleure toujours	D
Je ne reverrai pas ta terre douce et triste	C
Tombeau de mes a eux et nid de mes amours	D
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Je ne reverrai pas ta rive qui nous tente	C
France hors le devoir h las j'oublierai tout	C
Parmi les prouv s je planterai ma tente	C
Je resterai proscrit voulant rester debout	C
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J'accepte l' pre exil n'e t il ni fin ni terme	H
Sans chercher savoir et sans consid rer	B
Si quelqu'un a pli qu'on aurait cru plus ferme	H
Et si plusieurs s'en vont qui devraient demeurer	B
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Si l'on n'est plus que mille eh bien j'en suis Si m me	H
Ils ne sont plus que cent je brave encor Sylla	B
S'il en demeure dix je serai le dixi me	H
Et s'il n'en reste qu'un je serai celui l	I
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My Last Word	C
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Dead is the human conscience and exposed	C
The bloodstained tyrant's latest homicide	C
He does not mount his throne but is astride	C
His quarry and will be until deposed	C
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He laughs with self approval at his conquest	C
His eyes swim in the blood that he has shed	C
He mocks the living and he mocks the dead	C
And Death itself he makes to serve his interest	C
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His allies are judges who hang honest men	G
And priests who rob the crypts still hung with crepe	F
And the just tremble but cannot escape	F
As the God that Judas sold is sold again	G
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The servile cry 'Hail Ceasar ' 'midst our curses	D
'It was the Lord of Hosts annointed you '	-
But their hosannahs do not ring as true	B
As the gold coins that jingle in their purses	D
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As long as this idiot on the throne shall reign	G
This bandit monarch that the Pope once blessed	C
And with a whip and sceptre did invest	C
As Satan's minion in the guise of Charlesmagne	G
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As long as he tears with his teeth in the mire	B
Hope virtue religion and our country's fame	H
And drunken and horrible vomits his shame	H
Over our ancient glories and sacred fires	D
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While the debasement of the nation grows	D
To the extent of worshipping this liar	B
While England and America conspire	B
To placate the tyrant by barring his foes	D
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I shall not yield though the last leaf on the tree	H
Disowned by all my spirit will not flag	A
Even if like a beggar clothed in rags	D
I must go from door to door asking for entry	H
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If the same desert where Christ endured his trial	J
Should cast out the outcaste and enslave the slave	K
And vile and cowardly the very grave	K
Should deny its shelter to the exile	L
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I shall not yield but calm and uncomplaining	A
My soul in mourning and the herd despising	A
From my brutal exile I will kiss	D
My country my altar my flag liberty	H
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For you my noble comrades I will live	M
Till the Republic shall our country unify	N
And what our enemies deride I'll glorify	N
And will condemn whoever dares forgive	O
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Under the cloak of ashes covering me	H
Mine shall be the voice that calls for truth	P
And while thy lackeys Caesar take thee to the Louvre	B
I'll point out the dungeon that awaits thee	H
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Before traitors' bowed heads mine I'll hold high	N
Indignant but serene and loyal to all	Q
Who have been lost in battle or shall fall	Q
My life's joy and strength my monument of bronze	D
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Your tempting shores shall not make me retreat	C
From duty's path and I shall raise my tent	C
Where sacrifice demands and be content	C
To live in exile but stand on my own feet	C
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While he is there surrender or resist	C
Oh France Belov d France for you I'll weep	F
But far from you my sweet land I will keep	F
And from my parents' grave and those I once kissed	C
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I accept this harsh exile unto the grave	K
Without stopping to think or bothering to learn	G
Who deserted his post and should have stood firm	H
Who gave up his country his own life to save	K
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If a thousand are left to meet that black challenge	R
Among those brave names will also be mine	G
And if to one hundred their number decline	G
I will be with them all wrongs to avenge	S
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And if the hundred should dwindle to ten	G
Who are willing their country still to defend	C
And would their lives give her misery to end	C
I will be found among those ten men	G
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And should fate this honor to one man decree	H
That he should alone remain to fulfill	T
His duty with faith and a sovereign will	T
Know it now tyrant the last I will be	H

Victor Marie Hugo

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