France, The 18th Year Of These States Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCD EFGHIJHKH LMNO EPQRSH EITSHUVWSVXHWV| A | |
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| A great year and place | B |
| A harsh discordant natal scream out sounding to touch the mother's heart | C |
| closer than any yet | D |
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| I walk'd the shores of my Eastern Sea | E |
| Heard over the waves the little voice | F |
| Saw the divine infant where she woke mournfully wailing amid the roar | G |
| of cannon curses shouts crash of falling buildings | H |
| Was not so sick from the blood in the gutters running nor from | I |
| the single corpses nor those in heaps nor those borne away in the | J |
| tumbrils | H |
| Was not so desperate at the battues of death was not so shock'd | K |
| at the repeated fusillades of the guns | H |
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| Pale silent stern what could I say to that long accrued retribution | L |
| Could I wish humanity different | M |
| Could I wish the people made of wood and stone | N |
| Or that there be no justice in destiny or time | O |
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| O Liberty O mate for me | E |
| Here too the blaze the grape shot and the axe in reserve to fetch them out | P |
| in case of need | Q |
| Here too though long represt can never be destroy'd | R |
| Here too could rise at last murdering and extatic | S |
| Here too demanding full arrears of vengeance | H |
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| Hence I sign this salute over the sea | E |
| And I do not deny that terrible red birth and baptism | I |
| But remember the little voice that I heard wailing and wait with perfect trust | T |
| no matter how long | S |
| And from to day sad and cogent I maintain the bequeath'd cause as for all lands | H |
| And I send these words to Paris with my love | U |
| And I guess some chansonniers there will understand them | V |
| For I guess there is latent music yet in France floods of it | W |
| O I hear already the bustle of instruments they will soon be drowning | S |
| all that would interrupt them | V |
| O I think the east wind brings a triumphal and free march | X |
| It reaches hither it swells me to joyful madness | H |
| I will run transpose it in words to justify it | W |
| I will yet sing a song for you MA FEMME | V |
Walt Whitman
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